Page 13 of Sin Bin Bully

I arch a brow. “Oh?”

He grins, before gesturing to the machine. “What you want? I’ll get it for you.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you part timed as the vending machine attendant.”

He lets out a small laugh. “Hey, I’ve got bills to pay just like everyone else.”

I point to a Fiji water on the top shelf. He pulls out his wallet and inserts a bill into the machine.

“Are you nervous for tomorrow’s game?” I ask.

He hands me the water bottle, and I’m careful not to touch his hand as I take it.

“No, I don’t get nervous for games. Nerves are a death sentence. Besides, what do I have to be nervous about in the first place?”

I nod, trying to be friendly even though he’s acting cocky as fuck. “I guess that’s good then.”

“So, you got a boyfriend?” he asks, changing the subject.

I debate lying, but I’m a terrible liar, so I decide on the truth. “No, I don’t. I’m trying to be alone for a while.”

“A pretty girl like you, all alone? Come on, that’s a crime.”

“A crime against who?”

“Everyone,” he replies. “Is that why you never come to our parties?”

I purse my lips. “No, I just like to stay focused, and partying doesn’t really allow for that. I don’t know how you guys do it.”

“Practice,” he says with a smirk.

I watch as his eyes drop down, stopping at my chest and then slowly going lower. It makes me feel a little uncomfortable, but I keep myself planted in front of him, hoping Alexi will come out of the locker room soon.

“Damn, you really are beautiful. Especially when you’re out there dancing.”

“I appreciate that. I really love dancing.”

“You can tell. Or I can, at least. You get so into it. I’d love to see you dancing off the ice, too.”

I nod, glancing around the hall. If I were into the guy, this would probably all be okay. But he’s just really not my type, and he kinda gives me the creeps. I try to change the subject.

“So what are you still doing here?” I ask.

“I wanted to get in an extra workout after practice. I got distracted by the music and thought I’d take a peek.”

I start to respond, but the look on Matthew’s face stops me. He almost looks scared as he turns his attention to something behind me. I follow his gaze to see Sam approaching.

Sam looks pissed. His long black hair is messy, but in a sexy way. His dark eyes are trained on Matthew with a look of pure rage.

By the time I look back, Matthew has turned around and is walking away. I can’t help but laugh a little.

“Wow, you made the guy run without a word. Maybe you should be a little nicer to him. Nobody likes a bully.”

Sam's grey eyes bore into mine, the intensity making my smile fade away. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” he answers. And fuck, why did the way he say that sound sexy?

“Kim, are you ready?”

I stare at him for a moment longer, almost feeling like I’m stuck here, unable to look away. There’s a pull…one that makes me want to inch closer to him and see if I’ll get burned. Now, I understand a moth to a flame.

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