Page 139 of Slap Shot Scandal
“Did you hear from the league?” I match him stride for stride, taking quick steps to keep pace. Despite being at least five inches shorter than me, the man’s clearly on a mission.
“No, not yet.”
Shit.
If this isn’t about the suspension, what the hell does the owner want to talk to me for?
“Uh, okay. What’s this about?” I cut my eyes at him, trying to read his expression. All I get is a deep scowl of irritation.
Instead of answering, he holds his office door open and gestures for me to take a seat at his desk.
Right next to his daughter, Tori Prince. The Ice Queen herself, in her signature black blazer and white blouse. Long dark hair and even darker eyes, with those deep scarlet lips.
She’d be a real knockout if she wasn’t such an uptight bitch.
This should be fun.
I swagger in, folding my large frame down into the dark leather chair and stretching my long legs out in frontof me. Tori scoots away, attempting to put space between us. But she’s effectively trapped between the desk and the wall, with nowhere to go.
Glowering at my thick thighs, her eyes flit to mine.
“Do you mind?” She waves her hand over my legs, her smooth voice dripping with disgust.
“Not at all.” I shoot her a cheeky grin and don’t budge an inch.
“Ugh.” She shoves at my knee with her perfectly manicured hand, and I chuckle. Tightening my quad, my leg’s basically immobile.
“Neanderthal…” she mutters under her breath.
Prince takes his seat behind the desk and stares at the two of us, hands folded in front of him.
“I can’t take much more stress. My cardiologist increased my blood pressure medicine and I’m so fucking wound up I can’t sleep.”
Now that he mentions it, I do see the slight twitch of his right eye. I chalked it up to a nervous tick, but maybe it’s from stress.
“Daddy—” Tori’s sympathetic, reaching across the desk and folding her hand over her father’s.
“I’d hoped the move down here would be good, calming. Being near the ocean, a fresh start, a new coach. One who isn’t fucking my wife.” His eyes drift shut for a second, and my knee jiggles up and down.
This is awkward AF.
Not sure why I’m here for all the family bullshit.
Prince sighs, opening his eyes and pinning his cold gaze on me.
“Then we get to Driftwood Cove and Rocky here decides to host fight night and TKO the local bar owner.”
“Hey—” I hold my palms up. “It was in defense of ourPR consultant. I’m a hero. I averted an attempted sexual assault.”
“Sure.” Prince presses his lips together so tightly they turn white. “And now this latest bombshell with the second video.”
“I know, Daddy. It’s been a rough off-season.” Tori bobs her head, managing to at least sound sympathetic to her father’s problems.
“Damn right it has. Like I said in the meeting—I can’t have any more trouble on this team.”
“Agreed, sir.” I nod, wanting to seem like a team player.
Because I really need this job and this whole conversation’s starting to feel a little like a suspension talk.
