Text Me Maybe (Manchester Bees Football Club #1)

Having spent the better part of an hour searching for her office, Scarlett was lucky enough to run into a maintenance worker who knew exactly where she was supposed to be.

Set in the far corner of the stadium on the visitors’ side was a sizable office with an L-shaped desk, a computer, a few empty bookcases, and a window that overlooked one of the parking lots.

There was a mirror on the back of the door and several hooks screwed into the cream-colored walls—for coats, Scarlett assumed.

The entire office gave off a rather bland sort of vibe, but she would rectify that soon enough.