Page 26 of Snow, Ice, and Spice
And then I walk past her and into my room, hoping that my words were enough to make her feel better.
Chapter11
Maya
Ihold my breath as Theo walks past me and goes into his bedroom.
My heart shouldn’t be hammering in my chest. My skin shouldn’t be hot to the touch. And my clit definitely shouldn’t be pulsing right now.
But that’s exactly what’s happening. Because as much as Theo drives me nuts, my body is ridiculously turned on by him.
I quietly make my way to the guest room, shut the door behind me, and plop on my bed. I swipe my phone from my nightstand and do something I never thought I’d do in a million years: I stalk Theo’s social media accounts.
When I pull up his Instagram, my eyes nearly pop out of my head. His most recent post is him standing in the snow wearing nothing but a pair of snow boots, his bare back and ass facing the camera, his arms in the air.
I sputter out a laugh when I read the caption.
Wishing you all a booty-ful morning ;)
And like the perv I am, I spend a dozen seconds gawking at his muscular ass. I can’t help it. That is one flawless backside.
I notice that the naked snow pic was taken right around Christmas. He hasn’t posted since. I do a quick skim of his posts before then. He seemed to post regularly, every few days. There are loads of mid-action shots of him on the ice along with candids of him smiling and chatting while in his hockey uniform. I take in how hulking he looks all decked out in pads and skates. Theo is a tall and built guy without all that gear on, but when he’s got it all on, he looks like a freaking unit.
I take in the dozen or so semi-nude pics of himself he’s included in his Instagram grid. I smile to myself. Theo’s Instagram page is pure sports and smut, and I dig it. And judging by the countless glowing comments on all of his posts, so do his fans and followers.
When I head over to TikTok and search him, my smile starts to fade. Almost every video that shows up in his search results is of Theo drunkenly stumbling out of a club or bar, always with a gorgeous woman—or two or three—on his arm.
I watch video after video of him alternating between drunken rambling and making out with whatever woman he’s with. I make note that in each video, he’s never with the same woman.
Heat flashes across my cheeks for the second time today, but for a completely different reason now.
Because now I realize that Theo’s flattering words from earlier likely didn’t mean as much as I thought they did.
Now I’m reminded that Theo is a playboy. I’ve got the video evidence right here on my phone. I’d bet anything that his comments about how hot he thought I sounded aren’t anything to read into. He’s a ladies’ man. When he’s not in self-imposed celibacy to save his career, he’s with a different woman every night. I’d bet he pays those ladies similar compliments. As aggravating and cocky as he is, he’s also a charmer. He could flirt the skirt off of any woman with zero effort. Of course, he’d be able to charm me with minimal effort—and of course, it would mean next to nothing to him to do that.
I toss my phone to the side, feeling so foolish. I’m an idiot for feeling special, for letting Theo’s words charm me. I should have known better than to let myself read too much into what he said to me. He heard me masturbating and he thought it was hot. That’s it. For a guy like Theo who’s used to being with loads of beautiful women, that’s probably as mundane as eating an apple or going for a walk.
I sigh, annoyed at how embarrassed and disappointed I feel.
Just then my phone buzzes with a text from Ingrid.
Hey! Just checking in to make sure that you haven’t murdered my cousin lol
I quickly type a response.
Me: No worries, he’s still alive
Ingrid: Haha phew! I assumed he’d have done something to piss you off by now
I stare down at my phone, surprised at how things have changed. In a handful of days, I went from loathing Theo to feeling smitten with him.
Well, that stops right now. That was a fleeting crush I had, likely because I’ve seen him naked. He’s undeniably sexy, but that’s it. What I felt for him was purely physical attraction. Nothing more, nothing less. I’ve seen just how dispensable the women in his life are, and I can feel that physical attraction dimming as the seconds pass.
I reply to Ingrid.
Me: He’s definitely pissed me off, but that’s nothing new. Don’t worry, your place is in perfect condition!
Ingrid: You are THE BEST and I love you
