Page 19 of Not the Puck Bunny

“Just me,” she said.

“Technically, you ran into me,” I pointed out. “Do you run into men and offer them a drink on a regular basis?”

“Just you,” she said. “But running into you was an accident. The offer of a drink was my way of making up for being a klutz.”

“So you want me to take you for a drink beforeyou'll accept my apology?” That idea was more appealing than it should have been. I should turn and get the hell out of here right now.

“That wasn't what I was saying, but that's not a bad idea,” she said. “We got off on the wrong foot. Maybe we could try again. We might get off on the right foot this time.”

If she kept using the expression 'get off,' we were going to have a problem, in the form of a boner in the front of my jeans. Okay, that was more of a problem for me than it was for her, but she was going to witness it in all its blood-engorged glory.

“Do you know anything about hockey?” I blurted out. I cocked my head at her and silently dared her to admit the limit to her knowledge. She'd tied me in knots, it was time to return the favor.

She sighed and tossed a handful of papers onto the table in front of her. They slid across the surface and floated to the floor on the other side.

“I meant what I said in that meeting room. I googled a couple of you the night before, over wine with my sister. From what she's told me, I wouldn't have found much about you anyway.”

Now she was daring me to admit— What? That I hated social media with a burning passion? When it came to things I never wanted to deal with, it wasright up there with having warts all over my dick. For the record, no, I never had warts on my dick.

I shrugged. “I don't feel the need to share my life with the world. It makes less trouble for the PR team. They don't have to worry about me posting photos of that night's puck bunny and having them go viral.” Compared to that, dick warts didn't sound so bad.

“Is that why you stay away from them?” she asked. “Because they want the publicity that might come from being associated with you?”

She hit the nail way too close to the head for my liking.

“Something like that,” I agreed. I pressed my lips together, hoping she'd get the hint that I didn't want to talk about it. “The guys think I should teach you about ice hockey.”

“Do they?” She stood and walked around the table before crouching down to pick the sheets of paper up off the floor.

My balls were quick to point out that her face was now at just the right height. I could almost feel her lips wrapped around me. Her tongue teasing me, cheeks inward as she sucked.

Shit.Quick, come up with some coherent response before she thinks you're a complete idiot.

“Yep.”

That was more or less coherent. Go me. Yeah, sometimes I was my own cheerleader for the most dumbass reasons. Someone had to be.

“And what do you think?” She glanced up at me before tapping the edge of the papers on the edge of the table to line them all up.

“I figure, if we're getting a drink anyway,” I said slowly. “I could give you a few pointers.”

Yes please, my cock replied.I know exactly where to point.

Shutup, I told it.She's the boss, remember?She was also way too cute for my own good and probably hers. Was it too late to withdraw the offer of a drink, and teaching her about the game?

“You know what, maybe it's a bad idea,” I said. I took a couple of steps back, until I ran into the door frame.

Verysmooth, I told myself.

“Maybe it is.” She placed a hand on the table and pushed herself to her feet. “Who would you suggest then? Nate? Zack? Or maybe Blake? They all seem nice enough.”

“No,” I said a bit too quickly. When she raised an eyebrow, I knew she had me well and truly trapped, and not just against the side of the door. How had I gotten myself into this position?

“No?” she echoed.

“Nate is a player,” I said. “He thinks with the stick in his pants more than he does with one in his hand. I mean, the one for playing hockey, not… You know.”

She smiled at that, showing that one crooked tooth with all the perfect ones. The expression reached her eyes, brightening the room more than the sunlight that poured through the window.

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