Page 51 of Drawn to You

The more she resists me, the more I want her. When I got divorced, I wondered if I’d ever be able to want just one woman again. It’s not smart. Keeping my options open means never being hurt and publicly humiliated again.

I never saw Josie coming, though. She started as my annoying overseer, and now? She’s the focus of my every dream—all sexual. I spend more time with her than anyone and I still can’t seem to get enough.

If only I could be what she needs. What she deserves. I’m a ten in the bedroom but about a three in the emotional support department. It just isn’t something I’ve ever been good at. My ex told me that was the reason she cheated with Sam—because our relationship lacked intimacy.

She’ll only be with me for another six to eight weeks, depending on how our season goes. I hate the thought of her leaving and eventually finding some other man who will get to touch her and wake up beside her every day.

It won’t be one of my teammates doing it right under my nose, not after what Sam did to me.

I take a cab to the downtown deli where I’m meeting Abigail. Even though I’m five minutes early, she’s already there, sitting in a booth for two with a massive smile on her face.

She squeals and stands up when I walk in, hugging me and taking a selfie of the two of us. She’s wearing a jersey cut for a woman with my number on it, her red hair loose around her shoulders. “Thank you for doing this,” she says, unable to stop smiling. “I’ve been a huge fan of yours forever.”

“I appreciate it.”

A server comes over to take our drink orders—unsweet tea for me and lemonade for her. I look over the menu after that, but Abigail looks at me.

“Did you already decide what you want?” I ask her.

“Oh, I’ll just take anything. I don’t want to waste a second I could spend looking at you.”

I cringe inside. I’m just an ordinary guy who happens to be really good at hockey. It’s always weird for me when people are starstruck.

“So I hear you’re in medical school,” I say, closing the menu. “That’s great. What kind of doctor do you want to be?”

“A pediatrician.”

“Wow, awesome. Med school must be super hard.”

She nods. “Some of my classes have been. I like it, though.”

The server returns, glancing between us expectantly. She’s the opposite of starstruck with the deli so busy there’s a line out the door.

“I’ll have the club on wheat with potato salad,” I say.

“I’ll take the special,” Abigail says, her gaze still on me.

The server writes down the order and disappears. I immediately wish she’d come back.

“So, have you been following the datemedane hashtag?” Abigail asks.

“Uh, no...my assistant was actually the one who saw it.”

Her face lights up. “Oh. Well.” She reaches across the table, her fingertips grazing my chest. “The internet is totally shipping us. And I’m free tonight for your game.”

Normally, I wouldn’t turn down an attractive, eager woman. Games end late and it’s hard to find hookups. But Abigail doesn’t do it for me because she’s not Josie.

“I appreciate that, but”

She cuts me off. “I’ll do anal. Or a threesome. Whatever you want, I’m down.”

My lips part because...that was unexpected. I quickly put my game face back on.

“Um...I just want to have lunch.”

Her expression falls. “Am I not pretty enough for you?”

I silently curse Josie for making me do this. It doesn’t matter what Abigail looks like. I was never going to want more than lunch with her. But now, in her eyes, I’m the bad guy because I don’t want to bring her to my hotel room tonight for group sex with me and my teammates.

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