Page 119 of Make Me Yours
Callie groans, rubbing her temples. “I know. My phone is constantly blowing up with texts asking if I’ve seen them. Like I need a reminder that he’s making a fool of himself.”
Rina takes a sip of wine, her expression darkening. “I’ve tried to get that site shut down. Or, at the very least, force them to take down some of the more invasive posts. But it’s impossible. They’re protected under some bullshit free speech loophole, and as long as they’re not publishing outright lies, it’s all fair game.”
Callie snorts. “Yeah, because taking candid photos of guys at a bar or speculating about their sex lives is totally fair game.”
“Right?” Rina huffs. “I’ve had to deal with so many PR disasters because of that site. And Oliver doesn’t need any help in that department. Half the time, he leans into the stories like it’s a game.”
I raise a brow, smirking. “Sounds like someone’s taking their job a little personally.”
Rina glares at me over the rim of her glass. “I swear to God, Lilah, if you say one more word about me and Oliver, I’m leaving.You know how much I can’t stand that guy. I’d be more than thrilled if he got traded to another team. Preferably across the country.”
I arch a brow and lift my wine glass to my lips. “Are you sure about that? You two seem to have a lot of chemistry.”
Rina snaps her head toward me so fast, I’m surprised she doesn’t get whiplash. “Are you out of your mind? How can you even say that?”
Callie smirks. “Because you bicker like an old married couple.”
“Please,” Rina scoffs. “He’s a typical hockey player. All he cares about is scoring. And we’re talking both on and off the ice.”
I tilt my head. “So you’ve noticed, huh?”
Her glare is immediate. “It would be hard not to. It’s also part of my job. Until he straightens up and stops getting into trouble, I’m stuck with the guy.”
Callie shrugs. “I don’t know, it could be worse.”
“I really don’t see how.”
“You could have a thing for him.”
Rina practically chokes on her drink. “God, no. First off, he’s Oliver Van Doren.” She pops a brow. “You know,the big O. Second, there’s no way I’d ever date a hockey player. I’m pretty sure there’s a strict no-fraternization rule in place. My entire job is making sure his latest bad decision doesn’t end up as a headline.”
Callie hums, clearly unconvinced. “You sure about that?”
“Positive.” Rina takes a long sip of wine, then sets her glass down with a smirk. “Besides, he’s about to have bigger things to worry about.”
I narrow my eyes. “Uh-oh. What did you do?”
Rina’s grin turns downright wicked. “Let’s just say Oliver Van Doren is about to be one of the lucky bachelors auctioned off at next month’s charity gala. He just doesn’t know it yet.”
Callie gasps, looking both amused and horrified. “Oh my God. He’s going to lose his mind.”
I burst out laughing. “You’re so evil. I like it.”
Rina shrugs, entirely unapologetic. “I prefer to think of it as a heavy dose of karma.”
Sloane raises a brow. “You put him in a bachelor auction without telling him?”
“Correct.”
Sloane considers this before nodding. “That’s fair.”
Callie wipes tears of laughter from her eyes. “I can’t wait to hear about his reaction.”
Rina sighs dramatically. “And I can’t wait to remind him that he really should read his emails before blindly agreeing to things.”
I shake my head, still grinning. “You really are his worst nightmare.”
Rina smirks. “And yet, he keeps giving me more reasons to torture him.”
