Page 27 of Puck Me Secretly

“Yes,” she sounded hesitant.

I gave her my brightest smile. “We’d like to send him a welcome basket since he’s new to the team, but I need an address.”

Her face brightened. “Sure.”

I watched as she copied his address onto a sticky note and then handed it to me.

“Thanks,” I smiled. “I appreciate it.”

I pickedup a gift basket at a flower shop before taking a taxi over to the address that the HR admin gave me. I knew I was breaking about a million privacy laws, but I needed to talk to Max. Not only about the meeting we had today, but I needed reassurances from him that he’d tell no one about our night in North Dakota.

I also want to see him.

I questioned my sanity when I got to the lobby of his building. The doorman stood up as I approached his desk.

“I’m here to see Max Logan?”

“Sorry,” the man apologized. “He requested that we allow no one upstairs without his express permission, but I can ensure that we deliver your basket to him.”

Well, this was awkward. I needed to talk to him.

“Could you call him and tell him I’m here?”

The man picked up the phone. “What’s your name?”

“Rory Ashford.”

I stepped away from the desk while he phoned, feeling anxious. What if Max refused to see me? What if he reported me for coming to his home?

“Miss Ashford. You can take the elevator up to the 15thfloor. His suite is 1509.”

I debated leaving the basket and taking off, but we needed to talk in private.

Stepping off the elevator, I walked down the long hallway to his apartment. I almost tripped when I saw how delicious he looked standing in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a faded t-shirt and his feet were bare.

As I approached, I tried to gauge how he was feeling. Judging by the dark expression on his face, I realized that this meeting would not be easy.

He didn’t speak, he just held the door open for me. I stepped into his place and my eager eyes took in his place. For Vancouver, it was a substantial apartment. Twenty-foot ceilings, huge glass windows that overlook False Creek. It had a modern feel, made even more stark because Max had almost no furniture. He had two bar stools at the kitchen island. In the sitting area off the kitchen, there was a single expensive looking brown leather couch and a huge television. From what I could see the main living room was devoid of furniture. A lone coffee maker decorated the counter.

Max stood there, watching me look around.

I flushed and set the basket down on the island. “This is for you.”

He continued to stare at me. Unimpressed.

Nerves made me babble. “The basket is from me. Not from theVancouver Wolves. Although come to think of it, the Wolves should have sent you a welcome basket. They should send all new players a basket.”

“What are you doing, Rory?”

He sounded pissed.

“I wanted to apologize.”

He didn’t move or speak.

“Max. How I talked to you in that meeting was inexcusable. Especially after everything you did for me in North Dakota.”He gave me an orgasm. I flushed. “I mean, how you calmed me down during the flight and gave me your life vest and then you carried me off the plane and took care of me.”

His stillness unnerved me.

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