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Charlie did as he was told even though he wanted to stay and watch Maggie some more as she talked to her friends and moved around the bakery. She just seemed so comfortable in that space, which only made her more appealing. It wasn't just that she was physically beautiful but it was also her confidence and joy as she moved around that Charlie couldn't help but be pulled in.
And yet, he found himself walking out the door with Noah like he had been instructed to do.
Noah's car was parked out back and Charlie walked with him as he tossed some things in the back seat.
"So have you heard anything else from the lawyers?" Noah asked him somberly.
Charlie wished he could go back into that bakery and not have this conversation. Maybe he could eat some of whatever was left in the display case after the morning rush to hide his feelings.
"They're still working on some things, but I haven't gotten an update in the past few days."
"Both of our goalies had their agents contact me this week and are worried about negotiating new deals until this gets resolved."
Charlie knew. He knew very well. The Otters had an amazing goalie partnership with two players that he had talked his Uncle Tony into picking up. They were the best duo in the league and the team was facing some awful timing with both of them becoming free agents this summer.
"I'm trying my best to get this family drama over with."
"I know, I know. This isn't your fault." Noah shook his head in frustration. "Your cousins are fucking everything up."
"Yep."
"Is there--" Noah stopped, his eyes focused on something behind Charlie. "Fletcher! What's up?"
Charlie turned to see Fletcher Keris and a woman walked towards them from a van with the Icing bakery logo on the side. Charlie had a bit of a fan moment seeing Fletcher before he remembered that the hockey star played for the Otters.
Charlie's Otters.
It was still so weird to wrap his head around sometimes.
"Just helping my girlfriend with her muffins," Fletcher said as the woman next to him smiled.
"Is that a euphemism for something?" Noah asked.
"Maybe, maybe not." The woman turned to Charlie. "I'm Samantha. I work here."
"Charlie," he said, shaking her outstretched hand. Then his eyes went from Fletcher to Noah and back to Samantha. "How many of you work at Icing and have boyfriends in my organization?"
Samantha's face scrunched up a bit. "All of us? It's weird, I know."
Charlie laughed. "It's fine. Just let me know if any of you break up so I can figure out who to hire next."
"No," Fletcher said as he pulled his girlfriend closer.
"You're the worst," Noah grumbled. "I'll see you back at the arena?"
"Yep," Charlie said teasingly as he watched the accountant climb into his car.
Was it wrong that he actually enjoyed this little exchange? This is the kind of thing he missed now that he was in charge of a hockey team and not hanging out at the bar with co-workers who would make sure he didn't get too full of himself. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad being their boss if they treated him a little more like he was normal and not some head honcho or something.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, but I have to go back to work," Samantha said with a smile.
"And I have to get some leftovers from the morning rush."
Charlie smiled, "I think there may be some lemon loaf in there."
"Yes!" Fletcher said triumphantly. "No offense, boss. Love hanging out in this drab parking lot with you but, you know."
"See you at the arena later."
