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In shock, I stand rooted to the spot for longer than I should before walking back to my seat.

“What the hell was that about?” Kali stares at the side of my face, burning a hole in it.

“He chose a color theme for the party.”

“Yeah?”

“Yellow and blue.” I bend the truth.

“Ah, is that why he was pointing at his arm?”

“Yeah. Imagine choosing your team colors for your sisters’ party?” I exaggerate.

“Those hockey players are something else.” Kali shakes her head.

“They really are.”

As well as sweet, protective, and jealous, in a good way.

“I wish the game was already over,” I say out loud not meaning to.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” I run my hands down my yoga pants nervously. “I have plans. I’m meeting up with my friend.” A friend who wants to spank me. “I won’t be staying at Wade’s tonight.”

“Great idea, go out and have some fun, Lola. You deserve it. Staying in and being a good girl never pays off.”

“Oh, I plan on being bad.”

Very, very bad.

Bad enough to be spanked.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Jordy

After the game, I rushed back to my penthouse and only stopped worrying that Lola had changed her mind when the roller door of my private garage opened, revealing Lola’s white Nissan SUV.

For the first time in my life, my stomach is doing excitable backflips at the thought of seeing her again. I've never felt like this over a girl before. I started dating Sienna in high school, which feels like a lifetime ago, and I've forgotten what it felt like in the beginning.

I smile, trying to keep my cool, which is difficult given that I have a beautiful woman waiting for me inside my apartment.

Not just any woman. Lola.

Extraordinary in every way, she’s under my skin, and suddenly, I’m second-guessing everything I say and do, hoping I don’t mess it up.

Which is stupid of me, because we’re just having a bit of fun, aren’t we?

So why does it bother me so much that she showed up to the game tonight wearing another man’s name and number on her jersey? Again, I shouldn’t care because she’s Wade’s assistantand it makes sense that she would wear his jersey, yet I didn’t like it.

I was jealous, and I’m not a jealous guy.

I almost ripped the shirt off her. It’s fucked up, I know it is, but it annoyed me more than it should have, and I’ve been itching to get home to her ever since.

Tapping the keycard against my fingers as the doors open, I step out of the elevator and search the warmly lit space for a bubbly blonde-haired bombshell I’ve been fixated on for a while and when the opportunity arose last night to finally make my move, I took it. My obsession with her has grown even more since last night.

Other than the table being set for two and the soft glow from the oven light with a casserole dish tucked safely inside, there is no evidence of Lola anywhere. Inhaling the rich, inviting aromatic scent that fills my home, my mouth waters and my stomach rumbles.

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