Team Niklas (The Saints Team #3) by Ally Adams Read Free Book Online Page B

I’m bound to end up
alone and living with the offspring of Prada—actually I’m okay with that. I
yawned. Maybe I should turn my phone off. Nope, there it was another text.
    ADAM: Nite, Sash. I love U
    An arrow hit my heart. I wish we
could be like every other divorced couple and just hate each other.
    ME: Nite Ad. I love U 2. U R my
favorite ex-hubby
    And then I put the phone on silent
and dropped back into bed. Six hours until morning.

 
    Chapter 6
     
     
    I had to bite the bullet and go and see The Russian—this
wasn’t going to be pretty. Given he was in charge of Saints’ security and I had
a media gathering today where Adam the ex-husband-photographer and Niklas the
Saints’ star recruit might both be present, ‘ Houston, we have a problem’ or
could have one. The Daily only said a photographer would be there, they couldn’t
say who. Of course Nik would be present in all his German glory, wearing his
Saints’ suit and glaring at me like I was the fish that tugged off his line and
swam away. I wasn’t sure Nik would restrain himself if he had a chance to
return the favor to Adam and smack him in the head. Seriously when did my life
become complicated again? I was doing so well only last week.
    I rang The Daily again to
see if they could confirm who they were sending but the pictorial editor was
out. Damn him. I was just about to go in and see The Russian when Alice arrived . She gave me a glance which said she had seen Nik
this morning.
    “Morning
Sash and Kay.” She dumped her gear and fell onto her chair. “Okay, Sash, let’s
talk.”
    I
grimaced. Here it comes .
    “What
the hell did you do to my housemate now?” she asked.
    Kay
drew a sharp breath. “Oh no, you didn’t have to call the doctor again for Nik?”
    I
sighed. “If Nik could get it into his big, handsome, German head that I’m not
interested in men at the moment and stop dropping around to ask me out, he’d be
a lot safer,” I said.
    But
wait there’s more, it gets better, because then The Russian stomped into our
office partition area—all imposing six-foot-five of him, blocking the light.
    “Sasha,
we need to talk,” his voice boomed. “I just saw the Kaiser; you gave him a
black eye?” I saw a hint of amusement in his eyes.
    Yeah,
ha ha. Kay and Alice gasped and my boss Jim appeared from around the corner on
hearing all the chatter.
    “Sasha
couldn’t even reach his eye,” Jim contributed.
    I
smiled gratefully. “Thank you, boss, you’re right, I didn’t give him a black
eye,” I said, as all heads turned back to look at me. “It’s complicated. I’ve
told Nik it’s better for his health to stay away but do you think he listens?
No, he dropped in and so did my ex-husband who just became my ex—he was
delivering the divorce papers and he took a swing at Nik because my ex is a
dickhead, then bolted so luckily Nik didn’t open fire, but I wasn’t expecting
either of them.” I stopped for breath.
    “You’ve
been married before?” Alice said.
    Before
I got a chance to cover that base, The Russian spoke up. He shook his head.
“Right, I’m going to have to ban him from going near you.”
    “Yes,
please, that would be great,” I said.
    “You
can’t stand in the way of true love, Russian,” Kay contributed, picking up her
tea and sipping it as though she was in the middle of watching a soap opera.
    “I
agree,” Alice added, “you ban Nik from being near Sasha and all you will
achieve is making Sasha more desirable to him.”
    “True,”
Jim piped in, “you always want what you can’t have until you get it, and then
it’s not such a big deal.”
    “Hello,”
I said, aloud, “I’m sitting here! I’m not a German Wiener that Nik’s craving.” I shook my head.
    “Wiener,
that’s a sausage isn’t it?” Kay asked.
    I
sighed. “Russian, tell him to stay away, Kay it’s not true love and yes it is a
sausage, Alice, there’s plenty of groupies out there for Nik, and boss, I’m
going to go over