Page 88 of Playing the Pucking Game
My chest heaves from exertion, and my skin is glistening with sweat. I don’t need to look into the mirrors that cover an entire wall to know I look a mess.
“Nope. No problem here.”
“Pig.” I scoff, reaching for one of his rolled-up towels on the rack beside his head and wiping my face.
“I thought you were in better shape than to be sweating from some wall stretches.”
My eyes widen at his assumption.
“You’ve never done Pilates?”
He chuckles. “No. Isn’t it a woman’s thing?”
I nod, an idea forming in my head.
“Yeah, I’m sure you’d find it a walk in the park.”
“I’m a professional athlete, Parker. Peak condition here.”
My eyes drop to his thigh, and I regret it immediately. The shorts he’s wearing are short enough to show almost every ripped muscle of his thick thigh.
“Is that so?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.
“You like looking at my crotch, don’t you, Little P,” he teases.
“I go to classes two to three times a week. Once I’ve cleared you, you should join me. Show me how it’s done.”
“Okay,” he states, his confident smirk firmly in place.
“Great. I’ll book you in. I’m going to shower and get to the arena,” I say before walking around him.
“What? You mean I don’t get to watch you do weird sex positions while I work out?”
“Pilates, Storm,” I correct. “And get any thoughts of me and sex positions out of your head. You’ve got plenty of bunnies waiting in your inbox for that, remember?”
I walk off with my body burning and an image of him in some of those positions with me.
Inviting him to a class with me was a very bad idea.
But I refuse to let him think that just because I’m a woman, I can’t do the hard shit.
24
LINCOLN
It’s only been a few days, but the difference Parker has made is incredible. She might be driving me to the brink of insanity, but after this, I have no doubt that I’m going to play better than ever.
“How does that feel?” she asks as I push my right knee to the floor in a butterfly stretch.
“Very much like you staring at my dick,” I quip.
“For fuck’s sake, Storm. Will you take this seriously?”
“Trust me, my career is at stake here; I couldn’t take this any more seriously if I tried.”
“Didn’t stop you from playing injured, though, did it?”
“Can we drop that now? You found me out. You’re working your magic.”
