Page 22 of Not the Puck Bunny

Was that the point of my father giving me the team? Was it possible he was hoping I'd screw up? That for some reason, he was waiting for me to fall on my face? Why, I didn't know. He didn't explain himself to anyone, much less to me.

“At least Bigfoot is more original than Red,” Pia said. “Or Pea Soup.” Some of the kids at school thought that was a hilarious nickname for her. Soup for short.

“Now I want some pea soup,” I complained.

As hard as they tried, the nickname hadn't stuck. Mostly because Pia loved pea soup so much she used to bring a thermos of it to school. She embraced it, right up until they finally let up.

“Sorry, not sorry,” she said. “I should have invested in a soup factory.”

“You'd eat it all,” I said. “Or is that, drink it all?” What was the correct terminology for the consumption of liquid food? Whatever it was, the product wouldn't make it to the shelves.

“I predict you finishing this call and ordering some soup,” Pia said. “City slicker.”

“Country bumpkin,” I retorted. “For the record, Cam is bringing dinner.”

“So itisa date?” She sounded like she was bouncing up and down on the other end of the call. “Go Andi! You might get laid after all.”

“It is not a date,” I said firmly. “I am not sleeping with Cameron North. Not today. Not ever.”

“What if you sell the team?” she asked. “What if he retires from hockey and starts up a new job as a door to door soup salesman?”

I shook my head and laughed. “I don't think that's a thing. Even if it was, I know how much he gets paid. Unless he's blown it all, he doesn't need to go door to door selling anything.”

“Andi said blown,” Pia teased.

“Pia might be the one who needs to get laid,” I said. “You seem to be seeing sex where there's no potential for it.”

There was nothing between Cam and I but a brief physical attraction. If I took a moment and thought back to the way he spoke to me in Shells, that should make it easier to convince myself of that. But while he was right when he said he was aggressive that night, I hadn't hated it. He seemed like the kind of man who knew how to take control and give a girl more orgasms than she knew what to do with.

And if I kept thinking that way, I was going to ruin my panties.

“I should have stayed in town,” Pia said. “If you don't want him?—"

“You're not going there either,” I said quickly.

Her words shouldn't have rubbed me the wrong way. It had nothing to do with my attraction to him. No way. It was just that…she shouldn't assume he was down for a fling with her either.

Just because she was smart, cute and guys always looked at her twice before they even noticed me, didn't mean he'd do the same.

A small voice in the back of my head said he absolutely would. What guy wouldn't go for awoman like my sister? She could snap her fingers and he'd follow her like a puppy.

For the first time since she left the city, I was almost glad she was gone. Why did I care though? Pia and Cam would be cute together. Didn't they deserve to be happy, if that was the choice they both made?

Why did a flare of envy ignite inside me? It was completely irrational. I had no claim to him. No reason to believe he thought of me as anything other than the owner of the team he played for. Someone who would embarrass the team if he didn't sit down with me and explain the game.

“You do like him,” Pia said.

“No, I don't,” I protested.

“Then why did you get all possessive just now?” she asked. “I could almost feel the daggers coming straight out of your eyeballs, headed right at the center of my forehead.”

“You have a vivid imagination,” I said. “There are no daggers. I was totallynotbeing possessive.”

“And denial is a river in Egypt,” she said. “There's nothing wrong with being attracted to someone. You're both adults. He's hot. You're adorable and smart. Admit it, you want to know how big his cock is.”

“Pia!” I scolded. “I shouldn't be thinking about any of his body parts.”

Yes, I wanted to know how big his cock was. Judging by the bulge in the front of his jeans, it was big. Big enough to fill me just right, while his toned body pressed me down onto the bed. While my fingernails grazed his muscular biceps.

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