Page 69 of Ice Wolf
I yanked my phone into my hand, nervously shifting to the video once again. Huh. The comments were surprisingly upbeat.
What a gentlemen to defend his girl’s honor.
Rocco is a twat. Kick him out of hockey.
I’d love to be Saint’s girlfriend.
Okay, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Another set of images rushed into my mind at a completely inappropriate time.
My God. The visuals were off the charts. They man couldn’t keep his cock in his pants and I was going to suffer because I was attached to the man at the hip. This wasn’t the short leash I’d intended.
My life couldn’t become any more of a pain in the ass than it was. Not possible.
To hear Saint announce we were engaged had been bad enough. The next fifteen minutes I’d remained in a vacuum, including when two huge goons had escorted me down series of blocked-off corridors until I’d reached the locker rooms. And the throngs of reporters who refused to leave me alone.
I had no clue how any celebrity tolerated being shoved around, questions coming from every angle, every side, some extremely negative.
“How did a girl like you capture Savage’s attention?”
“You’re not good enough for him, sweetheart. Go back to Jersey.”
Jersey. Where had that come from?
And my personal favorite insult of the night?
“You’re a nobody. How did a nobody get to sleep in his bed?”
Yep. My self-esteem was bordering just below a flushed toilet.
Right now, it felt like I was the most hated woman on the planet because I’d captured not only the Savage’s attention, I’d also managed to capture his heart.
A cough pushed me over the edge of the sink. Both fake news that I’d get to report. Me, myself, and I.
“Ugh!” The single sound echoed in the empty space.
Suddenly, there were footsteps.
Great. Now even the respite I’d found in the shadows had been stripped from me. I pretended like I was washing my hands so I wouldn’t be perceived as some crazy bitch who enjoyed hanging out in arena bathrooms.
A series of vibrations jolted my system only seconds later. I turned off the water and pressed my hands against the counter, lifting my head at the same time. The crackling electricity had been a forewarning of the reflection I’d seen in the mirror.
Saint’s stunning face and wide grin stared back at me. He was acting as if nothing had occurred, including me all but telling off his coach. Meanwhile, my skin was crawling as I thought about all the nasty things my father would have to say about me being completely unprofessional.
“I thought I’d find you in here,” he said in his deep, husky voice that thrilled so many women. “But I didn’t take you as the kind of girl who hides from anything.”
“I’m not hiding!” I snapped and yanked a piece of paper towel from the holder. The fact the thin piece of brown paper was little more than a cocktail napkin almost created a tantrum.
“Oh, I get it. You’re enjoying the peace and quiet of such a lavish space.” His throaty laugh earned him another nasty look from me.
His fake… everything.
Oh, I hated this more than anything.
“I don’t need your interjections, thank you very much.”
“What do you need?” He purposely allowed his less than chivalrous gaze to fall.
