Page 56 of Personal Foul
Chapter Twenty
Sydney
Colson:What are you wearing right now?
I grin, reading his text message knowing exactly where his mind is going. Instead I decide to play coy.
Me:Same ‘ol, same ‘ol. Why do you ask?
Colson:Sydney…
Me:Yes, sir?
I bite my lip, picturing his reaction while watching as the three dots on the screen dance as he starts typing, then disappear before starting again. It happens a few more times, and I throw my head back, laughing uncontrollably, knowing he will make me pay for teasing him in the most delicious way.
Two knocks hit on my door, causing me to yelp and drop my phone on my desk.
“You all right?” Mr. Bruner asks. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought I’d stop by quick and try to catch you before you head out for the night.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re fine. You just caught me off guard and scared me.”
He glances down at my phone, then back up to me. For a second, I wonder if he is imagining who I’m talking to and what our conversation could’ve been about.
Heat spreads over my body. I picture how red my face must be, which doesn’t help matters, as my phone vibrates against my wood desk. I quickly grab it, hitting the button on the side to stop the vibration.
“Please forgive me. I swear, I don’t normally let distractions get to me while I’m at work.”
I attempt to shake myself from my nervousness, trying to keep it professional. The last thing I need or want to do is ruin my image with Mr. Bruner and end up fired.
“Well, that doesn’t sound like any fun…” he jokes, stepping between the two chairs positioned in front of my desk, taking a seat.
It takes me a second for his comment to click into place. I have a feeling he is implying I’ve been distracted by Colson, which led to our relationship, which I guess I have.
I’m not sure how to respond to that, so instead I smile, trying to feel out where he’s going with this. It’s not like he’s a stranger to me. We talk, but he also doesn’t make it a habit to drop by my office either.
“So, Colson Rush, huh?”
“I’m sorry?”
“I saw you two together at the gala. He’s a good man. Normally, it’s not something I’d endorse. I don’t want to have any issues between our staff and players or have to deal with the fall-out if things turned messy.”
“I understand, you don’t have anything to worry about where that’s concerned though. I can assure you, Colson and I have spoken about our relationship interfering with our careers. We won’t let it ever get to that point.”
He nods, glancing from me down to my phone again.
“In that case, I think that covers everything then.” He smiles, resting his elbows on the armrests of the chair, steepling his fingers together in thought.
“You did an excellent job putting together the gala. It turned out beautifully.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I’ve been impressed with you since you arrived. You have your father’s grit and work ethic.” He smiles, moving his hands to his knees as he stands. “I look forward to seeing what else you’re able to bring to the Blaze organization.”
I thank him again, not expecting his praise, but appreciating it. I’m relieved he is seemingly letting go of any fears or worries my relationship could have on the organization or our careers.
It feels like I’m holding my breath, watching him as he walks back toward the door. “You about out of here for the day?”
“I am.” I nod, checking the time. It’s a few minutes after five. Colson should be getting out of practice in the next hour, and we made plans for him to come over for dinner.
