Page 35 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Uh…no. I don’t drink at home.”
“Of course you don’t,” she mutters under her breath, her grip on the side of the fridge tightening until her knuckles turn white.
“I try to follow a strict nutrition plan,” I explain as she grabs a can of soda and spins around.
“Is that why you ordered Thai?” Cracking the top, she lifts the can to her lips and takes a sip.
I watch her neck ripple as she swallows, and no sooner does she pull it away from her mouth does her tongue sneak out and lick across her top lip.
Goddamn.
“A treat. I think you deserve it, don’t you?”
“I think you’ve already done enough. I’m going to start thinking you want some kind of payment for all of this.”
“I don’t.” Although I’d be lying if I said her words don’t inspire some thoughts I really shouldn’t be having.
“Good to hear because you won’t be getting anything other than my appreciation. Now, tell me about your injury.”
“Are we still doing this?”
She nods before taking another sip.
“It’s my job to ensure you’re in a fit playing state, and right now, I don’t believe you are.” My mouth opens to argue, but she quickly shuts me down. “Lie to me, Storm. I fucking dare you.” Her eyes narrow on mine, and my heart rate picks up speed at the same time my dick jerks in my sweats.
Fuck, Parker’s fire always gets me going.
“Your employment doesn’t start for another day. Right now, my health is none of your concern.”
“Fine,” she states, crossing her arms under her tits and pushing them up in the most tempting way.
She’d be so fucking sweet.
“Eyes up here, Storm,” she warns firmly.
Doing as I’m told, I hold her intense glare.
“Have it your way, but rest assured, you are going to be the first person on my bed in the training room.”
A smirk kicks up the corners of my lips.
“If you want to get me into bed and have your hands on me, Donnelly, all you have to do is ask.”
It’s a good thing she’s nowhere near my knives because, if she were, I’m pretty sure one would have been flying toward me the second those words left my mouth.
“That is never, ever going to happen.”
10
PARKER
Ican’t knock him. Living with Linc does have its advantages. For example, when he came back from practice yesterday with five new Vipers polo shirts and a zip-up for me so I could turn up this morning actually looking like I belonged.
And it’s that little logo sitting above my left breast that I find myself staring at in disbelief just over thirty minutes before I need to be at the arena to start my first day.
I’ve had four weeks to get used to the idea of having my dream become reality. But now it’s here, I don’t feel like it’s settled in at all.
Puffing out my cheeks, I let out a long, slow breath.
