Page 28 of Skating Towards Danger

Dick:

Seriously, you told Diane you’d quit if you’re put on shift with me?

“Well yeah, what did you expect, jackass,” I mumble, then read the next text.

Dick:

It’s not like we were fucking Paige, a guy has needs, and you weren’t fucking fulfilling them!

“It was only two months dickhead,” I mutter because seriously, he expected me to spread my legs within the week of our first so-called date – Matt making our burgers at the diner,which was the only good thing about it because Andrew thought talking to my breasts the whole time was a good idea.

“Really shouldn’t have shat where I eat,” I mumble and read the next text and roll my eyes.

Dic:

Seriously will you fucking answer my texts!

“Ooh, getting angry now, are we,” I mutter, enjoying myself.

Dick:

Fucking answer me bitch! No one dumps me, fucking no one!

Dick:

If you weren’t such a frigid bitch I wouldn’t have looked elsewhere!

I sigh and look back at the rink to see Dante doing sprints.

“Guess I need to carry pepper spray again,” I mutter to myself knowing deep down this dick is going to try something and watch Dante move.

Man might be an ass, but he’s a work of art on the ice.

The electric feeling I feel when he’s near is still there, if anything, it’s strengthening, but I’m choosing to ignore it like a sane person.

I don’t need a man, and I don’t want one. I want to get through this tribute and then maybe see where life is going to take me.

Maybe I can see about starting that charity I mentioned to Roman and help kids who are struggling like I was. Maybe then I might have a purpose again.

Half an hour later, I yawn as I check the time. It’s late, since changing my shifts with Diane, I have an early shift in the morning, and Dante has hogged the ice for the past hour.

Okay, I really am going to kill him!

“You done perving on me?” Dante snaps, and I look up, locking eyes with him, he’s stands in the middle of the ice, hand on his hip while holding his stick with his other one, glaring at me.

Yeah, because this is all my fault, he hogged the ice on purpose at that.

Again, the electricity fills me, and I blink to break it as I stand and grab my skates out of my bag while he leaves the ice, removing his near the gateway.

I snort, “In your dreams, player,” and shove past him when he walks near me before I stop near the gateway and toe of my sneakers, but before I can put my skates on, Dante states, “I don’t fucking think so little fairy,” and I glare his way.

I snap, “What is your problem?” as I put my hands on my hips.

He raises a brow, “What makes you think I have a problem? You’re a fucking blip on my radar.”

I try not to flinch at his harsh words and growl, “Then why don’t you return to your original skating times? I moved everything around just for you Your Highness, only for you to come here now, the only time I can skate!” I glare at him and snap, “And if I’m a blip on your radar and you don’t have a problem, then leave me the hell alone and let me get on with what I have to so then we don’t need to see each other ever again, jackass!”

His nostrils flare, but I ignore his anger and turn, ready to get my ass on the ice to get away from him, which says a lot considering the ice hurts me, but before I can touch my skate, a hand grabs my arm and twists me round and I open my mouth to shout at the jackass but instead of shouting, soft, warm lips press against mine. The feel of a soft five o’clock shadow tickles my skin and oh my, I melt. I don’t shove him, I don’t shout at him,instead, I melt into him like an idiot, leaning my body against his, his warmth filling me.

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