Page 44 of Scoring Chance
Seventeen
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see a man who’s on path to being the greatest hockey athlete of all time?
Do you see a man who’s won several championships in a row for his team?
Do you see a man who gives back to his community?
Three Stanley Cups.
Four MVP awards.
Or do you see a pretty boy?
Is your only focus on my hair and not what I do on the ice?
Tell me…what do you see?
Rebecca turned off the TV as Dean’s ad went off the air. She’d watched it no less than twenty times already. As predicted, the Internet went nuts over Dean’s new look with a mixed reaction from some hardcore fan girls who complained Dean ruined their real-life Thor fantasy.
Dean was gorgeous. The different look gave him a darker and sexier feel. There was a bit more of an edge to him now. He encapsulated the ultimate bad boy fantasy that resided in so many women’s minds. It didn’t hurt he was mostly shirtless in the ad, with the camera angle hinting he might have been naked.
As Rebecca scoured the web to search for updates on Dean, she found nothing. Even his precious Sydney was unusually quiet. Good. Maybe it meant they were finally done. Maybe Sydney just kept Dean’s bed warm for Rebecca before she could return.
It didn’t matter. Rebecca knew a sure-fire way to get Dean’s attention again. As she geared up for her season premiere in a few weeks, she knew it was going to coincide with Dean’s season opener with the Kings.
And what better promotion for herself than to see everyone how she took Dean in bed?
Of course, she couldn’t do it on her own. The pictures would have to be leaked somehow. What was the best way to get the pictures leaked and without someone else’s assistance?
The idea struck Rebecca like a lightning bolt – the Cloud. She would claim it was stolen from her Cloud service and people would believe her because stuff gets stolen from there all of the time.
It was a brilliant plan and rather failsafe. No one would be able to trace the leak back to her and she would be in the clear.
Rebecca looked at the time and gathered her things. If she was going to show her body off to the world, it was time get it in at the gym.
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Mariana Harlow entered her boyfriend/boss’s office at McCormick, Reed, and Sheppard. He stood in front of his windows that revealed a spectacular sight of Los Angeles. His hands were in his pockets as he took in the sights and some sounds of L.A.
Mariana knew whenever Scott faced the windows, he was always in deep thought and it was best to leave him be until he spoke. She never knew if his thoughts were about work, sports, or what deviant sexual act he wanted to experiment on her that night. After a few days’ break, Mariana really hoped it was the last one.
“I called you in to talk to you as your boss,” Scott paused, “and potentially as your boyfriend.”
Mariana’s eyebrows shot up. Whenever Scott said something like that, it meant he was about to do a campaign that would make her jealousy go into full swing. “Oh?”
Scott blew out a quiet breath before he turned to face her. “I’ve been given the task to jump ahead on a story before it gets messy.”
“Who does it concern?” She asked.
“Dean Winchester and his fiancée, Sydney Walker.” He replied. “And I suggested to Dean and Sydney we do something to take the potential messiness out.”
Mariana tried to read Scott’s eyes but there weren’t telling anything. “What did you suggest?”
“A sex tape,” he spoke as if she asked what time it was, “so, I was wondering from a female perspective if you want to be on set when the performance art takes place?”
Mariana’s mouth dropped open. “I get to watch Dean Winchester have sex?” Her smile was wide and showed all of her teeth.
