Page 81 of Wild Blades

“I have a dinner date.”

What the fuck.“With my jersey on?”Hell no.

Looking down at herself, she looks back up at me as if completely baffled. “You don’t want me to wear your jersey to dinner?”

“No fucking way.” I straighten my spine. That feels like cheating. Although it’s not.

But it is.

Not really.

Not at all.

She drives me fucking crazy, every inch of me craves her and I’m tense all over at the thought of her meeting a guy tonight.

Hands on her hips, in a standoff, we glare at each other.

“Fine,” she snaps.

Quicker than I can stop her, without untying the knot she made in it to make it fit her, she pulls it up over her head and I immediately let out a sigh of relief at the sight of a short-sleeved white cropped top she has on underneath. She throws the jersey at my chest, and I catch it, wafting her vanilla perfume up my nose.

I’m never washing it.

I can’t peel my eyes off her.

Jesus fucking Christ. She’s stunning.

“What the hell are you doing?” I look around as every man in the room drools over how beautiful she is.

“Getting ready for my dinner date, I told you that. I’m already late. Max.” She beckons him. “Can I have your jacket, please?” Without hesitation, he removes his black suit jacket and hands it to her. Kali puts it on, pulling her endless long black hair out of the back of the neck and combing it with her fingers.

Checking herself out in the mirror, she stands the collar up on the oversized blazer that looks like it was made for her. Looking down, she admires her outfit. “That’ll do. Okay, I gotta go.” She points at me. “Get back to me with a name, or let Lola know and she can email me. Whatever works. Next week is stacked. We have a game show to film, three games, one which is away and I’m traveling to it with you, and I have an interview to confirm with Men’s Health magazine. Oh, and the test photoshoot.” She winks, keeping the name Calvin Klein to herself. “I’m already exhausted thinking about how busy we are going to be, and in between that, you have training every day to help you spin around the rink quicker.” She giggles. Fucking giggles and everyone else joins in. The little minx, she knows that will piss me off.

It's only when the guys laugh, she becomes aware of the audience she’s pulled. “Oh crap. I’m sorry.” Her eyes dart left and right, noticing the different stages of undress of my team. “Am I in the locker room? I shouldn’t be in here.” She doesn’t even blush. Having spent years surrounded by naked men and women at catwalk shows, I’m guessing nothing fazes her. Although she couldn’t look at me the other day when I was in my boxers.

Interesting.

As she turns to leave, she waves over at someone before saying, “Oh, hey Zane.”

I don’t think he was lying about her messaging him last night.

Fucking hell.

Why do I care?

Max follows behind her as she rushes to leave before yelling goodbye. “See you tomorrow, Wade.”

When she exits, the locker room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop as we all stare at the door she left through.

“Joggers and heels?” Spike asks.

“Yeah. I think I just unlocked a new kink.” I sound love struck and not much like myself.

“I think we all did,” someone says from behind me, making the guys burst into loud, boisterous laughter and everyone goes about their business.

Jordy wraps his arm around my neck in a headlock. “If you don’t jump on that soon, you’ll lose your chance.”

“She’s going out on a date.”

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