#stan yeger

At that point, I still didn’t know who the sponsor was. There was usually an agreement between the two organizations to not leak any information before the event. But with it being only two days before, I hoped that Jimmy would go ahead and tell me.

“If you can, can you tell me who the sponsor is?”

His eyes narrowed like they always did when he was trying to make a decision. Guessing by how quickly he nodded, it must not have been a hard one to make. “You can’t tell anyone.” He warned me with a pointed finger and I held up my hands, letting him know that I wouldn’t spill the beans.

“It’s Yeger Enterprises.” He said it like it wasn’t a big deal; meanwhile, I tried to keep my composure as I asked, “Do we know who will be there?” My strained and weird sounding voice tried to betray the anxiousness that I felt festering in my chest but Jimmy didn’t seem to notice and settled back into his chair as he answered.

“The son, Stan Yeger. I think he does most of these kind of events with his dad getting older. He was the one that sat in on most of the meetings with the organization.” HIs brow raised with another thought.

“He was actually the person who suggested that you be the team rep. He was most adamant about it too.” He sat up and started sifting through papers then, which I was glad for since it kept him from seeing my face as I was bombarded with confusion, relief and shock.  

I like to tell myself that I would’ve eventually given in and asked Trev for Stan’s number but the truth is, I’ll never know because someone beat me to the punch.

Two days before an event I was attending for the Bucks Organization I met with the General Manager to go over final details. Every once in awhile, the Organization held or participated in events and sometimes they needed to have a team rep there. Over half the time it’s the quarterback, since they end up being the face of the team and it’s typically who event organizers want.

I usually liked attending them. It gave me another chance to meet people and to learn new things, but the last thing I wanted to do was show up at them not knowing exactly what I was heading into. So as I took a seat in one of the brown leather chairs across from Jimmy’s desk I attentively listened to what he had to say: A car would pick me up at six-thirty, they would buzz the apartment when they got there, it was a suit and tie event and it was to announce the corporate sponsor for the new workout facility.

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Stan Yeger

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Our conversation was put on hold when a server presented us with a tray of what I guessed were appetizers. I’m not a food expert by any means, but I have one rule when it comes it: If I can’t identify it, I don’t eat it and I politely declined, even though my stomach was begging me to give in.

“I knew we should’ve changed the menu…” He mumbled with a disgusted look on his face as another tray passed by.

“Don’t you pick it?”

He shook his head and shrugged. “It’s an ongoing debate…” He turned and gave me a half smile. “The short version of the story is that my Dad and I have differing opinions on the kind of food we should offer. His usually wins out, since he’s the boss and I’ve learned to pick my battles.” His nose scrunched up and he shrugged again. “Just means that I’ll have to grab something on the way home.”

“Wanna grab something together?” I was just as shocked to hear myself say it as he was but I justified my rash offer by telling myself that we were both hungry and would need to eat when it was over. It probably took him only a second to answer, but I remember it felt like forever before he smiled and made the jello feeling move to my legs.

“I’d love to.”

Stan remained gracious and patient, taking time to talk with each one. Even with Jimmy who continued to thank him over and over again. I started to wonder how much longer the never ending thank you train could continue, when a guy seemed to appear out of nowhere and skillfully directed Jimmy’s attention to someone of interest across the room.

I stared after them for a second, shaking my head and chuckling at the sight of Jimmy taking orders from someone else before it dawned on me. There were no friends watching our every move or colleagues trying to get our attention. We were finally alone. . .and I was staring at Jimmy.

I corrected course and came face to face with Stan’s twinkling eyes and lopsided grin. They pointed to him spouting off a witty comment; which was why his first words confused me.

“I may owe you an apology. I might’ve had an idea that I’d see you tonight when we were at Trev’s.” The playful smile that made my insides feel like Jello faded as he continued.

“This shindig’s been in the works for a couple months and your name was mentioned more than once as a possible team rep. Although in my defense, I didn’t know that I’d be meeting you at Trev’s dinner.” His teasing smile returned and so did the Jello feeling.

“There wasn’t much of a chance to talk that night. . .” I joked, trying to hide how nervous I was and giving both of us an excuse.

His smile widened and he chuckled through his nose, something that I thought was cute. “True. It is hard to get a word in around Trev.” His face relaxed and eyes warmed when I laughed at his joke. He was better at hiding it than I was, but he was nervous and realizing it made me feel a little more at ease.

That would have to at least wait until after the speeches. As instructed, our group took position in front of the podium when we saw Jimmy and Stan move into position to take the stage. They stood at the bottom of a short set of stairs, talking until Stan motioned for Jimmy to go ahead of him and as he took one last look at the group before following, his eyes locked onto mine.

It sounds completely cliche to say that everything and everyone else in the room faded to the background, but they did. For a split second, there was only him, me, his sharp eyes and beaming smile. They completely pulled me in, convincing me that I had his complete attention and that he was just as happy as I was that we’d finally spotted each other.  

But it wasn’t meant to last. He had a speech to deliver and I had to keep up appearances. Which included acting interested in Jimmy and his speech once Stan handed over the mic. A thing that was easier said than done with Stan standing slightly behind him.

Finally, the speeches were over. I’d been stopped once from talking to Stan and didn’t plan on being thwarted a second time. I plotted and set course to the stairs when the final applause started, trying my best to smile and politely push past people who called my name. It wasn’t the first time that night that I thought that the whole room was against us. And it wouldn’t be the last.

Unbeknownst to me, the rest of the Bucks’ reps had followed my lead through the crowd. Smart cookies. Let the really tall guy push a path through the crowd and fill in behind him. I didn’t know if I should be impressed or slightly annoyed with their cleverness. What won me over was realizing that each one that filed past, thanked Stan and shook his hand with a little too much excitement, was one less person to overhear our conversation.

It was just my bad luck that Jimmy spotted me mid-stride on my way there and escorted me over to the Bucks group gathered at a nearby table. It reminded me that as much as I wanted to find Stan, I had a job to do, and as we stood around the small table Jimmy reminded us what it was.

We were to look interested when speeches were made, to mingle with those present and give everyone an overall positive impression of the organization and the team. Which I had no problem doing. I just wanted to do it after finding Stan.

Which I eventually did, partially thanks to Jimmy. I watched as he made his way over to where I’d guessed Stan was and like a stage curtain being pulled back, the crowd around him opened up, revealing the star of the show.  

He wore a black tie and a charcoal gray suit that was tailored to fit him; showing off his fit, masculine frame. The one I tried so hard not to look at that night at Trev’s but eyed somewhat discreetly then.

The color made his steely eyes even more piercing, reminding me of the first time I saw them. How they’d focused completely on me, making my heart kick into overdrive and almost causing me to become a bumbling idiot and embarrassing myself. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling, being so tongue tied that you can’t carry on a conversation with someone, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t want to experience it again.