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We sat quietly for a few minutes, the roar of the big block engine strangely providing a little bit of comfort. As he made the exit leading to my apartment, I honestly had no idea what to say to him or how to handle the latest development.
“Your place or mine?” he asked out of the blue.
“For what?”
“Living together?”
Ugh. He’d just reminded me that was part of the new deal. “I live in a one-bedroom apartment. You have a much bigger place.”
“What does that mean?”
“That means of course I want my own bedroom.”
He laughed. “Don’t you think reporters will be crawling all over my place? They’ll do whatever they can to get pictures of the two of us together.”
“Don’t you have security?” I turned to look at him and sighed. The arrogant hockey player was handsome, way too handsome for his own good and he knew it. In fact, the single adjective wasn’t appropriate. He was godlike, not only in his mouth-watering masculinity, but also in the way he handled a hockey… stick. Yeah, that was it. Yay me. Maybe at some point I’d learn the correct terminology.
As if that had ever been tops on my agenda.
Sadly, as my eyes drifted all by themselves to his thick bulge, my heart fluttered as it had done several times. Being forced to live with the man wasn’t going to do my pulse any good.
“I’m notthatfamous.” He pulled down my street and slowed almost immediately. “By the way. Do you think you could give me a massage when we get to our second place? I didn’t get my usual after the game massage since I was looking for where you ran off to. You kind of owe me.”
“Not a chance in hell.”
“Thought I’d ask,” he said, laughing as if he was the funniest man in the world. Maybe he could hit the comedy circuit when his hockey career was tanked. “Well, shit.” This time the words were hissed under his breath.
“What?” I craned my neck as I looked out the windshield. Seeing dozens of vehicles made the same pulse skip a beat. “An accident?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What do you think?”
He grinned and threw the gear into reverse. “I think little miss librarian is suddenly famous.”
CHAPTER 18
Saint
Hot damn, my girl was a firecracker and then some.
The woman had painted an incredible picture of my antics, the colors so vibrant it felt as if she’d given me a stern talking to. I don’t know why I’d found it so incredibly alluring that she’d talked to me as if I was a tenth grader who’d been caught behind the bleachers with a girl.
But it was sexy as hell, my dick remaining half aroused since she’d all but accused me of being a man-whore.
Up to this point, I’d never been challenged for either my proclivities or my sexual prowess. Other than being called a playboy a time or two, but what did that really mean? She’d all but tarred and feathered me for every indiscretion since being a teenager.
Just like my dad used to do.
Only he’d used less dramatic words to dress me down.
Lily hesitated before closing the passenger door.
“Come on. They’re expecting us.”
“Are you sure doing this is okay?” she asked as she moved beside me, staring up at the huge estate.
“Trust me. It’s totally cool.” I’d had no other choice but to head to the only place I knew we wouldn’t be bothered. At least for the night. I’d called Steven to see if we could crash at his place and he’d yet to return my call. Likely out partying, which was what I could be doing. Not babysitting a fake fiancée with a chip on her shoulder.
