Page 95 of Desperate Pucker
The guys rip into the fried chicken. It’s gone in just a few minutes.
Bella laughs. “Your guys’ appetite is insane.”
Blomdahl pulls her onto his lap and kisses her. “What time’s your flight in the morning?”
“Early. Just after eight,” she says. “I’m heading back to the hotel after I finish my drink.”
“Me too,” Dakota says. She, Maya, and Bella all flew out to watch the guys play in Montreal, but they’re flying back to Denver in the morning to go back to work.
“When is your guys’ flight?” Bella asks.
“One o’clock,” Blomdahl says. He smiles. “We get to sleep in a little before we head to Toronto and kick their ass.”
I head to the bar to ask for a glass of water and a Coke. While I’m waiting, someone bumps my arm.
“Shoot, sorry.” A forty-something guy offers an embarrassed smile. “Lost my balance for a second.”
“It’s okay.” I look down and notice that his dress shoes are covered in snow. “Didn’t pack snowboots?”
He shakes his head. “My buddy at the office told me it doesn’t snow in Montreal in the beginning of April and that I wouldn’t have to pack any winter wear.”
“Really?” I can’t help but laugh.
“I now realize he was fucking with me.” He chuckles.
“You know, a quick glance at the weather would have set you straight,” I say.
He flashes a toothy grin. “Would you believe that I was too stupid to do that? I’m Bobby, by the way.”
“Madeline.”
He runs his gaze down my outfit. “I like the all-black look. Very sophisticated.”
His eyes linger on my body. I blush, wondering if he’s flirting with me.
“I just wear black because it’s easy,” I say. “And because it hides stains and wrinkles well.”
He smiles at me. “A woman after my own heart.”
Okay yeah, it kind of feels like he’s flirting.
“I saw you’re at the table with the Bashers. You someone’s girlfriend?”
I shake my head, a little annoyed he’d assume that’s why I’m with them. “I work for the team.”
His salesman smirk doesn’t budge. “That’s pretty cool.”
I offer a polite smile, not wanting to lead him on. Ryker and I aren’t official, but it feels weird to flirt with another guy. When we talked about our friends-with-benefits setup, I didn’t think to ask how he felt about flirting…or hooking up with other people. I’m not interested in doing either.
The bartender drops off my Coke and water. I thank him and grab the glasses.
Before I can say anything, Bobby reaches over and gently swipes my hair back. “You had a snowflake in your hair.”
“Oh. Thanks.”
He rests his hand on my forearm, which is on the bartop. I let out an awkward laugh. How can I politely exit this conversation without upsetting him? He’s a nice enough guy, but I don’t want to be rude and tell him that I’m outright not interested. He might get mad.
Before I can say or do anything, I hear heavy footsteps behind me. A second later, I smell Ryker’s spicy cologne as he steps next to me.
