Page 28 of No Pucks

“Maybe you need to allow him to get it out of your system for you. I’m sure you can use it.” She shrugs and chugs her drink, already ordering a second round.

“I don’t need to get it out of my system. I need him to not be a happy, arrogant fuck and take some damn direction.” I shove a hand into my hair and sit back. Maybe adding alcohol to this rage wasn’t my best idea.

“Ow-ow. Look at you flipping into Ice Daddy.”

I hold up a hand. “Don’t you fucking dare start.”

“What, Ice Daddy?” she says in the sappiest voice.

I close one eye and groan my frustration. “No daddy from you, and I don’t want to lose this job. Iwilllose this job if I keep fucking him. It’s a conflict of interest. I’m in a position of power over him.”

“Sounds like he’s in a position of power over your free will.”

“You’re a goddamn feminist!” I exclaim and shoot the rest of my drink, way too sober for this.

“What does that have to do with anything?” She gives me a look like I’m an idiot.

“You should be against me using my position.”

“Not if he’s begging for it. I’m all about choice.”

I roll my eyes. “Why are you on his side?”

“I’m actually on getting my best friend laid’s side. You should try it.”

“Then I’ll go talk to Rose.”

She hisses. “Don’t you dare.”

“See? You don’t really want me to be happy!”

“What does he even look like?” she asks after Rose delivers our second round.

I pull up my phone and flip through the roster on the website before I turn my screen around.

“I hate the faces you guys make in those official photos.” She mimics a stone cold, dead eyed look then picks up her phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Finding his Instagram.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not?” she asks, but I can tell she already found it. “Damn. Those abs.”

“Don’t you start with that too.”

She turns her phone around, and it’s half fucking thirst traps. “Bet he can keep it up all night.”

“He can, and he’s got no gag reflex.”

Her eyes go wide for a split second. “You dirty fucker. I love it. How long do you really think you can hold out?”

I lift a shoulder. “As long as I keep my distance and drink with you when I’m feeling stupid, I should be fine.”

“How long do you think he’s going to let that work?”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

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