Page 57 of Ice Wolf
I was fidgeting, still thinking about the night before. The night I’d dropped into the forbidden zone. Oh, what had I done? I had to concentrate on the game.
“So the idea is that Saint is supposed to get the ball into the net. Right?” The cheering was insane. I’d never heard so many girls squealing at the same time in my life.
I’d spent my day trying to be some superhero in content creation, praying I could blow the ugly posts and comments from the night before away. While it had taken hours, thankfully the posts I’d created had been well received.
The views were climbing and the following increasing. Exponentially.
In a twist of fate, my presence at the restaurant had been tossed aside as either unwanted or perhaps hated.
For the most part.
However, what had been said the night before still bothered me.
Vicky remained quiet. She was probably the only one in the stadium. From men shouting to kill members of the opposing team to the girls begging Saint and a few other players to give them attention by hanging over the rails, I couldn’t think straight.
I finally looked at her, laughing at her scrunched-up face. “What?”
She rolled her eyes. “You really don’t know anything about hockey. Do you?”
“Uh, no. I never said I did. Just answer the question.” After Saint had provided me with two special tickets, as he’d called them, I’d easily cajoled Vicky into meeting me at the arena. There was no way I would have gotten through this alone.
“Yeah, the idea is for the offensive team to take a shot on the ice so the puck will fly into the net without the goalie stopping it. The goalie for the opposing team is the Italian Wall. Maybe now you can see why their hatred is so bitter.” Her tone was condescending. “You’re supposed to be Saint’s hot girlfriend. You need to read up on at least a few hockey terms.”
After snarling at her, even curling my fingers as if I was going to rake her eyes out, I tried to concentrate on the game. Thankfully, it didn’t appear as if anyone cared about the hundreds of images flying around the internet from the night before or had recognized me tonight. Thank God for small favors.
“Fine. I’ll try to learn some of the terminology, but it’s not like I’ll need to recite anything.”
“Yeah,” Vicky said, “but you also can’t look like a fool.”
As I studied the way Saint moved, so did something deep within my core. He was hot. He was on fire and not just on the ice. He was…
I fanned my face even though chills continued to course through every muscle and I could no longer feel my toes. “Not bad.”
“What? His technique or the sizzling man?” she teased and bumped against me on purpose.
The same rush of heat exploded across my face. “Maybe everything. But I stand firm on what I said. The man is an absolute nightmare to deal with.”
“How so?”
“He’s a party boy through and through. He has enough charisma in his pinky to permanently tarnish his reputation and that doesn’t seem to bother him in the least. He is intent on making my life miserable and no man has ever accomplished that feat so quickly or deftly.”
Vicky raised her eyebrows. “So what are you going to do about him, rein him in?”
“Absolutely. It seems like for the most part everyone, including his coach is content in coddling him. The man needs to be placed on a short leash so he can’t hurt himself.”
“Are you gonna pull on that leash a few times?”
“If I need to. He’s his own worst enemy. I refuse to allow him to become mine.” Yes, I was becoming exasperated, but that’s what happened every time I thought about him. When she didn’t say anything at first, I finally looked in her direction. She was grinning. “What?”
“My guess is he needs a strong woman in his life to take control. Maybe you could find handcuffs and a whip, call him a very bad boy when he’s naughty.”
Her suggestion forced a wave of heat to shift between my legs. “Very funny. I don’t think I could stand getting that close to the man.”
“Uh-huh. I can totally see you as a hot dominatrix. Maybe a solid spanking or two will help.”
I coughed and looked away as heat was forced into my face. Memories of the spanking flooded my mind.
“So… How was your date last night?” Her laugh managed to irritate the hell out of me.
