Elliot
“Riley is here for your first interview.” Barry hovered in the doorway, the smallest of smiles tugging up the corners of his mouth. “Shall I show her in?” Ever since that night in the bar Barry had had a knowing smile on his face any time he had mentioned the pretty journalist that was accompanying them. And she was pretty, Elliot admitted to himself.
She tried to hide it, under her boxy shapeless clothes but once you got past that she was more than pretty.
She was beautiful.
Beautiful and unassuming , not to mention intelligent and charming.
And he had been thinking about her more than he should.
“Yeah of course.” He glanced down at himself and then the room that had been assigned to him at the Olympic village. Everything looked in its place. There was no mess, nothing loo
