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It’s so much more than that. I wasn’t kidding when I admitted to being kinda sorta obsessed with her.
Trust me, this isn’t a proud moment for me.
Brooklyn nibbles on her lower lip before confessing, “Cassidy wouldn’t like it if she knew you were asking questions.”
Before I can stop myself from nose diving headfirst into pathetic, the words shoot out of my mouth. “Has she mentioned me at all?”
Brooklyn squints before asking, “What’s your name again?”
Ouch.
Austin, being the asshole that he is, vibrates with laughter. “Cole Mathews.”
“Nope.” She shakes her head before twisting the knife further into my heart. “She hasn’t mentioned you at all.” Giggles erupt from her. Looks like Austin found that ticklish spot again. “Don’t feel bad, she never talks about guys. Even if she liked one, she probably wouldn’t say anything about it. That’s just Cassidy.”
“Don’t feel bad, she says…” I grumble the words to myself before taking another drink from my bottle. Easier said than done.
I don’t realize that I’ve become tangled up in my thoughts until a slender hand settles on my chest. When I glance up, my gaze collides with smoky-colored eyes. Mandi. She’s one of those girls who shows up for all the hockey games and hangs around with the team when we party, hopping from one player to another. There are a number of guys who greatly enjoy the benefits of having groupies.
I’m just not one of them.
“Hi, Cole.” She flashes a smile as her red nails stroke across my chest.
My gaze slides from the top of her sleek auburn bob to the tips of her ridiculously high heeled shoes. And, because I’m a guy, I can’t help but notice exactly what’s in between. A low-cut shirt that emphasizes her breasts and a short skirt that barely covers her ass, all the while showcasing long, toned legs. It’s not that this girl isn’t gorgeous, but there’s something about the knowledge that she has no problem fucking you along with all your teammates.
No matter how good-looking this girl is, I’m just not into that.
Even though I have zero interest in her, my lips lift into a smile. “Hey, Mandi. How you doing tonight?”
For some reason, I can’t help but compare Mandi to Cassidy—with her long black hair, clear blue eyes, and sweet curves. Every time I see Cassidy, she’s dressed in jeans and a soft looking sweater. I like that her style is low-key. She doesn’t seem like the type to showoff everything she owns, or sleep with an entire shift of hockey players simply because they’re part of the roster.
“Much better now that I’ve ran into you.” There’s a sexy curve to her lips as she toys with her thick auburn hair.
“Mind if I sit down?”
Well, why the hell not?
Apparently, I’ve got nothing better going on.
“Nope, pull up a chair.”
She giggles before dropping down onto my lap and tangling her arms around my neck. “Or I could just sit right here.” Her mouth is inches from my own.
“Yeah, I guess that works too.”
The way her ass wriggles against my junk should have something stirring south of the boarder, but it doesn’t.
As she murmurs in my ear, I allow my eyelids to drift shut. In my mind, it’s Cassidy I’m imagining on my lap, whispering sweet promises about all the dirty little things she’d like to do to me.
It’s those thoughts that have me stiffening right up.
Which is when I realize how screwed I am.
And not in a good way.
9
CASSIDY
