Page 11 of Power Play
And then there's Tracey. Clearly there's bad blood between the twins, but for the life of me, I can't figure out what it could possibly be. But then I don't have siblings. Maybe this is normal? Sibling rivalry?
Tracey's overly flirtatious, targeting whoever Lacey is talking to at the moment, until Lacey moves on to talk to someone else. It's been going on all afternoon.
Lacey will make small talk with Trey, only for Tracey to bounce over, press her tits together, and hijack the conversation. Then, inevitably, Ben tries playing ref and tries to block Tracey while letting the conversation stay on Lacey. It's getting on my last fucking nerve.
It's a puzzle my brain can't solve. I didn't want to invite the entire fucking team. I wanted more one-on-one time with Lacey, feel her out, maybe get my dick wet if the vibes were good, but I knew she wouldn't come alone, so I invited a handful of people I thought wouldn't be competition.
The cabin might be a misnomer. It's a "cabin" like the White House is a house. I bought this "cabin" when I signed a five-year contract with the Titans. I figured it'd be a good place to escape for awhile.
Whatever.
We grill some burgers and BBQ chicken, and when night falls we gather around the fire pit. I make sure to grab a chair next to Lacey's, except Ben snags the one on the other side of her. I need to get him alone and feel out the situation. If she's already taken, I'll back off. Not because I give a shit about bro-code or Ben, really, but because bad blood in the team is just bad for business. I've shared bunnies with other guys before, but we always knew the score beforehand.
I’ve also seen fights between teammates in locker rooms because of mistakes. No, thanks.
If I'm not getting my dick wet this weekend, I'm going to be pissed. Playing host to a bunch of hockey players I'm barely friends with for nothing.
"So, Lacey, how was your first week with the Titans?" It's a softball question that hopefully doesn't reach Tracey's radar. She's too busy flirting with Ryan. Good.
"Honestly? It was tough. I caught a cold on the plane and had to work through it, then..." her eyes dart to the side. "Ran into some people I wasn't expecting." And then her face relaxes a bit. "But it's also exciting to start a new career with a new team. I can't wait for the first game."
Finally, Ben leaves her alone to go take a leak.
"What's with your guard dog?" I ask, barely hiding my displeasure.
"Ben and I grew up together. There's... a story there... and he's just very protective."
I take a drag of my beer, but before I can lay on the charm - something I'm not used to doing - Tracey gets up, walks towards Lacey and pretends to stumble. I watch as it happens. She stabs hertoe into the ground and lurches forward, pouring her white wine all over the front of Lacey. Lacey gasps at the sudden sensation and her hands fly up in shock one second, and then the next second, I watch as her entire countenance deflates. If someone spilled beer all over me, they'd get a face full of my fist. But Lacey almost acts like she expected it. Fucking twilight zone.
"Oh my gosh, Lace, how clumsy of me! I'm so sorry!"
I narrow my eyes at Tracey. I can smell a bully a mile away, and it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I'm about to read Tracey the riot act and send her home, when Lacey stands up and says quietly, "I'll just go change."
I see this as an opportunity.
"Hey, put on your bathing suit. I'm ready to move this party to the hot tub, anyway."
Lacey nods and leaves, leaving the chair next to me open for Tracey, who plops down into it ungracefully.
"What's your deal?" I demand.
She twirls a strand of her hair around her finger and crosses her leg so she's pointing her knees towards me. "What do you mean? I'm just so clumsy sometimes."
She says it as if it's almost endearing. My eyes narrow. Obviously, they're identical twins, which means physically Tracey is just as attractive as Lacey. But it's her demeanor that's turning me off. Her need for the spotlight, her bullying Lacey, her shameless flirtation. She's Lacey, if Lacey decided to be a puck bunny. Internally, I groan. I really don't want to have to deal with a thirsty puck bunny as our new social media manager.
Before I can decide whether I want to play into her game or send her packing, Ben comes back out the back door.
"Where's Lace?"
"Changing into her bathing suit. Hey man, can you help me with the clean up?" I ask, standing and walking back inside.
In the kitchen, I check to make sure Tracey didn't follow us and that we're alone.
"Alright, Ski, you've got forty-five seconds to tell me what the fuck is up with the twins over there."
He sighs and runs a large hand down his face. "It's not my story to tell, man. I'm sorry."
"Is there anything between you and Lacey? Because I'll be honest, I came up here to get my dick wet, not play house to a bunch of horny hockey players."
