Page 12 of Sin Bin

“Darn. You’re up.”

Logan looked across the room to see a leggy brunette lounging in the doorway. She was wearing his shirt and nothing else. The long sleeves covered most of her hands, but he could see her phone peeking out from her right palm. He wondered how many selfies she’d taken with him while he was sleeping. And how many of them had already been posted to social media?

“Good morning, handsome,” she cooed.

“Hey…” He was still drawing a blank on her name.

“I was hoping you were still asleep,” she purred, sashaying toward him. “I wanted to wake you up with a hot blowjob.”

“Uh…thanks. But I gotta run. I’m late for morning skate.”

“Really? I was gonna make breakfast, but I don’t have any groceries. So I thought we could go somewhere to eat.” She winked. “Your treat.”

Logan stood up. “I’ll have to take a rain check.” That was a lie. He never did rain checks with one-night stands. That’s why they were one-night stands.

“Last night was amazing, wasn’t it?” The brunette reached out to touch his bare chest, but he sidestepped her and rounded the bed to grab his phone and wallet from the nightstand.

She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “I wish you didn’t have to go so soon.”

“Sorry. Duty calls.” Logan turned and motioned to the shirt she was wearing. “Can I have that back?”

“What? Your shirt?” She lay back on the bed with a naughty smile. “You want it? Come get it.”

Fuck. He didn’t have time for this. “I gotta go. You can keep the shirt.”

As he headed out of the room, she got up and hurried after him, her bare feet slapping against the wood floor. “You can’t go outside without a shirt! It’s thirty degrees out there!”

“My jacket’s in the truck.” At least he thought it was.

“When can I see you again?” she simpered.

Logan strode down the hallway without answering, his head pounding with every step.

The one-story house was small, so it didn’t take long to reach the living room. As he neared the front door, the brunette hurried around him and flattened herself against the door to keep him from leaving.

He bit back an impatient sigh. “I gotta go—”

“I know, but you didn’t answer my question.” Coyly twirling a strand of hair around her finger, she stared up at him with heavily mascaraed blue eyes. She must have put on a fresh coat of makeup as soon as she got up. She’d definitely been taking selfies.

“I really want to see you again, Logan. Maybe we can hang out tonight after the game?”

Her hopeful tone made him feel like a dick for what he was about to say. “Look, I had a good time last night, but I’m not looking for a relationship right now.”

Her face fell.

Had she really expected more from him? Didn’t she know who he was? Didn’t his reputation precede him?

Of course it did. But he still felt guilty.

“It’s nothing personal,” he told her. “We’re heading into the playoffs and I really need to stay focused. People are counting on me. You understand, don’t you?”

“Of course.” She still looked unhappy. And she still hadn’t budged from the door.

“I really need to go,” Logan said pointedly.

She regarded him another moment, then heaved a sigh and reluctantly moved aside so he could unlock the door.

Before he could step outside, she reached out and touched his bicep, drawing his gaze back to her.

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