Page 141 of Playing the Pucking Game
Storm: I do have a lot of muscle, don’t I?
Little P: I swear to God, if you say anything about me needing to rub them down later…
Storm: Now you’re talking. I do have this one that needs some attention.
Little P: Turning my cell off now. There’s a bathroom behind you if you need some private time with your muscle.
I snort, earning me a scowl from Kodie.
Storm: Not sure it’s a one-man job…
Little P: Good thing I’m a woman then. Sounds like it’s above my pay grade. Speak to Monroe, he’s keen to impress.
I can’t help it, I bark out a laugh, and when I push from my seat and look toward the front of the plane, I find that she’s doing the same and glancing back to look at me.
My smile grows so wide, I’m sure it’s about to split my face in half.
“Brat,” I mouth.
“Player,” she counters.
Storm: Trust me when I say, there is only one person on this airplane whose hands I want on my body.
Little P: See you on the other side, Storm.
“Fucked,” Kodie repeats as the flight attendants begin to prepare the aircraft for takeoff.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter, hating how well he can read me.
“Don’t I?”
Storm: If you want to watch me undress, now is the time.
Little P: I’d never sleep again.
Storm: That is the risk when you see a body as good as mine.
Little P: Are you compensating for something with an ego that big?
Storm: You know full well that I’m not. Feel free to check anytime…
Little P: Menace
Storm: Brat. Turn around and watch. I dare you.
Putting my cell to sleep, I climb from my seat and begin stripping out of my suit, my eyes locked on the back of Parker’s chair. But at no point does she turn around. She must have stronger will power than me because I know for a fact that if she was stripping to her underwear only a few feet away, I’d be watching her every move.
“I thinkI’m going to sleep for a week,” Parker groans as she drops into my passenger seat a few minutes after we’ve touched down back in LA.
“That’s what the off-season is for,” I tease.
“I don’t know how you do it. I’m exhausted and all I did this evening was stand and watch you all.”
“You did a hell of a lot more than that. Don’t sell yourself short.”
“I did use about a mile of athletic tape on Handsy’s ass before the game.”
My grip on the wheel tightens. “You’ve been touching Handsy’s ass?”
