you Ry, but you have nothing to be sorry
for. It was awkward but it will be fine.” He shakes his head in obvious
embarrassment. “Besides we have met before on the field. Now he has seen a
little more that’s all,” he says with a slight blush.
He pulls me into a hug and the feeling of his chest against my
face causes my heart to do a little flip. I wrap my arms around him, “Are you
sure you aren’t upset, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable here.”
He squeezes me tighter before letting go and pulling my chin
up so I am looking at him, “Ry, I would never be uncomfortable anywhere you
are.”
Just like that, he makes me question my ongoing decision to
remain in the friend zone. With the weight lifted off my shoulders, I smile in
acknowledgement to hide the thoughts swirling about in my mind.
After the current airing of SportsCenter ends, Austin reminds
me that we have a charity dinner tonight and asks what my plans for the day are.
Ready to respond, I hear a knock on the wall, “Everyone decent in there?”
I raise my eyebrows at Austin playfully trying to convey my
plans, which I think he understands, and I start to toy with J, “Oh Austin, God,
more please.”
I am abruptly interrupted as Austin yells over me, “Yeah bro,
all clear, a lot more so than this morning.” I am confused, what was indecent
this morning? One of these two is going to have to fess up.
Chapter 7
The charity
event Austin and I are attending tonight will be a test of our nonsexual
relationship. The media, several of his teammates, and organizational staff
will be on hand. He is regularly questioned by the press and his friends about our
relationship, but has remains adamant we are just friends.
I know he would like to be more, and truthfully, I would too,
but I vowed to never allow my heart to be broken again. I will not break that
vow. Especially since I realize, getting over Austin would already be harder
than getting over Ryan ever was.
I walk into Fique’s a high-end clothing store to pick up
my dress for tonight. The only person in fashion I can tolerate, Gabe, greets me.
He owns the store and is my go to for all things fashionable.
Gabe is a slender man with delicate features, dark hair and
dark chocolate eyes made for fashion. He is the reason I do not dress like a
child. He chooses my clothes twice a year. I hired Gabe after college as my
personal shopper so I could dress the part of my new job and we’ve been friends
ever since.
“Bonjour magnifique,” he says as he plants an air kiss on
either side of my face. Gabe is not French, but he pulls it off anyway.
“Bonjour beau, are you ready to transform me into Cinderella?”
Gabe opened this shop a little over a year ago and it is a
rare treat. Not only do I trust he will dress me to perfection his boyfriend
Alex will do my hair and make-up. There is no doubt I will leave here feeling like
a princess.
“Oh Ry, you know I have been waiting years for this
opportunity.” It is true he has been begging me to hit the gala scene so he can
get his name on the carpet.
“So what is your grand plan for me,” I ask with excitement.
Gabe practically bounces from the room ordering me to follow,
“Oh honey I designed this one especially for you. That date of yours will be
putty in your hands.”
Suddenly he turns around grabbing my hands, “You have a date
don’t you. Oh lord, please tell me it is that gorgeous hunk of man you are
always around these days.”
His enthusiasm makes me smile and inwardly cringe. I know he
wants me to find someone that makes me as happy as he and Alex make one
another. However, he knows nothing of my past or the lengths I will go to avoid
a repeat performance.
“Yes, I am taking a friend. No, it is not a date. And yes, I
am going with Austin. He will pick me up here when you consider me ready for a
public appearance.”
His smile fades only to be rejuvenated when Alex walks in.
Alex is also tall and slender but he