NHL Imagines

Brock Boeser - Worth the Risk

Warnings: Swearing/language

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Brock Boeser was going to be the death of you.

You worked with the Vancouver Canucks organization as a social media assistant, and you loved your job. With all great things in life, though, comes a catch, and yours was Brock. He was ridiculously attractive, with beautiful blonde hair and kind blue eyes that made you want to melt. The only problem was that he played for the Canucks and you were an employee of the organization. In your eyes, that made him off limits because you felt it would be incredibly unprofessional to be involved with him. That resolution was getting harder to stick to with every passing day.

Today, life decided to truly test you. It all started when you walked into your boss' office this morning.

"Good morning, (Y/N)," your boss said.

"Good morning," you replied.

"So the fans have been all over Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook demanding more Brock content, so we're doing an interview with him in 15 minutes. Unfortunately, Alex called in sick today so we have no one to operate the camera. You did a little camera work in college, right?"

"Sh-yeah." You caught yourself from cursing on the job.

"Great! We're going to do the interview in the conference room down the hall. You can go down there now to get ready. Oh," she said right before you were about to bolt out of her office, "Can you please give these cue cards to Kayla when she gets there?"

"Of course, thanks!" You took the cue cards out of her hands before finally making your escape.

You raced down the hall and into the conference room, which thankfully didn't have anyone in it. You locked the door behind you, needing a minute to compose yourself. What the fuck did you get yourself into? You had to be in close proximity to Brock while Kayla, your colleague who generally conducted interviews with the players, asked him a bunch of questions about himself. You didn't want to know anything personal about him because you were afraid that if you did, you would fall harder for him than you already had. That would be a disaster. For the past few months, it felt like you had been hanging on for dear life onto a rope, and your boss just cut that rope to almost nothing.

You were snapped out of your trance when you heard someone trying to turn the doorknob. You figured it was best to act like you didn't know how the door was locked: "It's open!" you shouted.

"No, it's locked." Of course, it was Brock on the other side of the door.

"It is? I'm coming." You walked over to the door, grabbed the doorknob, and acted like you were trying to open it.

"What the...oh, it's locked!" You unlocked the door and opened it.

You almost lost your composure when you saw Brock. He was wearing a Canucks sweatshirt and blue gym shorts, and his hair looked fluffier than ever.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea how that happened," you lied.

"It's fine, the locks in this place are really shitty," Brock replied. "How are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?"

"Better now that you're here."

Shit, why did he have to say that? You just smiled awkwardly in response.

"So are you the one interviewing me?" Brock asked.

"No, I'm operating the camera because Alex is sick today."