Page 25 of Bagging the Blueliner
“Yeah, he told me he didn’t know where I lived, so he took me to his place.”
Nodding, she mused, “That checks out.”
“Doesn’t help that he changed my clothes while I was unconscious.”
She held a hand up so I could see it on screen, halting me. “Whoa. Back it up. What?”
“Yep. Woke up in one of his T-shirts. Cal claimed he wanted me to be ‘more comfortable.’ I have a rocking body, but there was the tiny matter of not wearing a single thing beneath my dress. That fucker saw me naked.”
“Oh, shit,” Amy breathed out.
“You know I have a very strict ‘if you see mine, I get to see yours’ rule.”
“Does that mean . . .”
I made a show of fake gagging. “What kind of hypocrite would I be if I didn’t concede that some rules were meant to be broken? I think we will grant him a very rare exception.”
Amy bit back a smile. “Don’t ask me how I know this, but I’ve heard that the bigger the man, the bigger his . . . joystick.” Unable to hold back, she burst into a fit of giggles. “Might be worth your while to get a peek. Cal’s a freaking giant. Just saying.”
Glaring at her, I hid how proud I was of how far she’d come. Amy had gone through a hell of a dry spell between that jackass frat boy and Liam. She even went so far as to swear off men altogether. First, she had seduced her husband when he deemed their marriage platonic. Now, she was comfortable enough alluding to dick size.
My corruption was nearly complete. Next up was Natalie, but I wasn’t holding my breath—if that girl didn’t have four kids, it would be hard to believe she’d ever had sex.
“Monster cock or not, Amy, a girl’s got to stick to her principles. One, he plays for my dad, so he’d never be game. Two, he’s a bossy asshole—not exactly my type. I can think of nothing worse than a man telling me what to do.”
Raising an eyebrow, she countered, “Don’t knock it till you try it. Bossy man in the bedroom . . . Phew.” She fanned herself, and her freckles disappeared beneath the blush rising up her cheeks.
“Glad it works for you, but it doesn’t sound like my cup of tea.” Suddenly remembering one crucial detail, I sat up in a rush. “Oh, I forgot the craziest part!”
She eyed me doubtfully. “How could it get any crazier?”
“When I went to call myself a ride home, I discovered we live in the same building!”
“Seriously?”
“I almost couldn’t believe it myself. Granted, he’s got the penthouse and I’m slumming it in a one-bedroom, but yeah. Same freaking building.”
A mischievous grin lit up her face.
I warned, “Don’t you dare say it.”
Amy’s shoulders rose in a shrug. “Everything happens for a reason.”
There it was.
Natalie was our hopeless romantic, but Amy believed in fate.
Go figure.
I need new friends.
“I said not to say it,” I groaned. “You’re reading this all wrong. Cal hates me, and I hate him. No way are wemeant to be.”
“You deserve to be happy, Hannah.”
“And I will be. When I find the hockey player of my dreams.” Giving her a pointed look, I added, “Not Cal.”
“Okay. So, what’s the plan?”
