Page 25 of Ice Wolf
“And what?”
“Isn’t there something else you’re going to be, something much more intimate?”
Sighing, she barely acknowledged I’d said anything, instead typing away on her handheld computer. “You’re going to need to provide me with a schedule of your practices and where they are.”
“Uh, the ice rink.”
She huffed. “And I heard you had some kind of an upcoming game doing whatever you do.”
“Play hockey.” I snorted loudly enough she dragged her tongue across her bottom lip. “You don’t know a damn thing about hockey. Do you?”
“I know enough to say I’ll never be a puck bunny.”
The comment alone forced my balls to tighten. This girl was a spitfire. Enough so my blood was boiling. “Well, then that’s something. I’ll teach you the rest.”
“I don’t need to know about the game as I couldn’t care less. All I need is the schedule for the game.”
“Does that mean you’ll come see me play? I could use a ringer.”
She muttered something under her breath that I caught given my keen hearing.
What an arrogant asshole.
She had no idea how much.
“If you insist,” she answered.
“I insist. On that night, you’ll be my personal puck bunny.”
Her lips tightened into a thin line, which spurred me to push her buttons even more.
“Have you given an interview with any of the reporters lately?”
“Not yet.”
“You aren’t going to. I’ll speak for you, but only when necessary.”
The lovely Lily was going straight down a list. Up to this point, she still hadn’t looked me in the eyes. “Fine. I don’t like to talk with the piranhas anyway.”
She checked a second box. Was she always this organized?
My guess was she was.
“You’re going to dress nicely in public, not like the way you look today.”
“And what do I look like?”
“A slob.”
“And you look stuck up, like you’re too good for everyone else. Lighten up. We could end up having some fun. You know, together. Just you and me.” The slight tremor in her lip told me I was getting to her. This was becoming fun.
She blew away the tiny bit of hair she believed was getting in her face. “I’m a professional, Mr. Masters. I’m not here to have fun like you seem to crave every day of your life. If you’d had more control over your repulsive proclivities, we wouldn’t be in this position.”
“We, Ms. Weathers? What the hell are you in the middle of? You’ll be getting paid a hefty salary while enjoying watching me squirm and dance like a seal to keep my place on a team I’ve worked damn hard to be a part of. As far as my proclivities, you haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart. Wait until you see me wrestling buck naked in the mud. Or how about when I receive the dozens of sex toys at my doorstep that you’ll need to sign for?”
She bit her lower lip to keep from laughing.
“I assure you whatever I am paid is none of your business.”
