Page 114 of Pucking Matt
“Okay,” I whisper, understanding where he’s going with this.
He glances at my lips. “So, when we’re faking it this weekend, pretend that your hate for me is love. And that’s how we’ll get through it.”
I swallow under his gaze and nod. “You’re right. That sounds easy.”
“Now…be a good girl and let me open the door for you.”
I step to the side as he opens the passenger door for me. I step inside the truck and then he grabs the seatbelt to buckle me in.
His cologne hits me as he leans over my lap to buckle me in. Once it clicks, he falls to his feet on the ground and double-checks the strap.
“Let’s go.”
He closes the door and walks in front of the truck. As I watch him, my breath falters.
This ridiculously hot hockey player is all mine for the weekend. The thought sends a thrill through me, followedquickly by panic. What am I getting myself into? And why do I have so many ideas about what to do with him?
When we’re back on the freeway, I ask, “Are you wearing white?”
“Yes, per the bride’s request.”
“So,” I suck in a breath. “I don’t have any white clothes. I tried shopping online but nothing was going to come in on time.”
“Okay, so we go shopping,” Matt suggests.
“Yeah, I guess.” I watch as he zooms past a few cars in the right lane. “Why does that sound like such a boyfriend and girlfriend thing to do?”
“Because that’s what we are. So,” he says. “I think there’s an outlet mall around here. We can stop there unless you have another store in mind?”
I shrug. “Target maybe? I don’t know if we’re going to be able to find a white dress anywhere. Can I wear jeans?”
“Yeah, if they’re white.”
I nod. “All white. Okay. I think we could find white pants and a white top at Target. I don’t like wearing dresses.”
“Why?” he asks.
“Imagine wearing a big t-shirt that barely covers your ass and then a thong underneath.”
“Did you bring thongs?” he slurs.
I ignore that and say, “Imagine the amount of airflow you would feel on your balls.”
“Hm,” he says in thought. “I think I might like that.”
“Before we commit to Target, I’m going to search for stores in the area.”
I pull out my phone and start searching for any shops or boutiques. Goodwill is too much of a risk. I come up with nothing. The nearest Target is twenty minutes away.
“Find anywhere?” he asks when I put my phone down.
“No. Let’s go to Target. I’ll figure it out. You should probably change your bandage too.”
He nods, agreeing.
Riley: How is it going?
Amber: Not bad
