A dozen or so of the key players were in attendance—it was compulsory—along with several television camera crew, and staff from the two newspapers and radio stations with their microphones set up at the front of the room. The players were in their uniform too—a navy suit, white shirt and club tie. Men usually always looked good in a suit especially when they were fit and gorgeous to begin with and the Saints’ boys didn’t disappoint. It was an effort to not drool. Where was I? Oh yeah, Sasha and I manned the door; then I took a pile of press kits from Jim and circulated, handing them out. Winning brownie points basically—it was my first week, and I wanted to be a hit. I saw Lucas arrive and begin to circle the room and as he passed me, he gave my shoulder a squeeze and I gave him one of those smiles that said “you’re adorable—but don’t hurt my best friend because I am in charge of the Saints’ Facebook page”. Amazing how much one expression can hold. Kay had taken over at the welcome desk and Sasha swanned past and nudged me.
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