Page 6 of Pucking my Enemy Boss

“This is it,” Lauren says, her voice filled with excitement. “Your new home.”

I get out of the car and take a deep breath. The air is crisp and cold, a stark contrast to the warm California air I’m used to. I shiver involuntarily.

Lauren is already unlocking the door and then her phone starts to ring.

“Go on in,” she says, waving me off. “I’ll be right there.”

I take a deep breath and step inside, my footsteps echoing in the spacious entryway. The house is eerily quiet as I step further inside. It’s even more impressive on the inside. High ceilings, large windows letting in natural light, and tasteful decor that speaks of understated elegance.

I let my fingers glide along the polished wooden banister, taking in the surroundings. The decor is high-quality, a blend of modern elegance with subtle rustic touches. It’s the kind of place that screams money—lots of it.

I set my suitcase down and look around, imagining how I’ll fit into this new space.

Why on earth would anyone want to change this?

He’s a stinkingly rich hockey player, go figure. Rich, popular men have the craziest whims ever, mostly fueled by stupid ego. Maybe the place reminds him of an ex or an affair he wants to forget.Who knows?

At least the place is comfortable enough for me to not worry about where I lay my head at night. I have no business trying to unravel the labyrinth of mysteries in the mind of the owner, and frankly, I’m done trying to understand rich, popular men.

I wander through the living room, admiring the plush sofa and the tasteful artwork on the walls. The furniture looks almost new, and everything is immaculately clean.

Lauren mentioned that the living quarters are separated—one on the top floor and the other on the first. I head toward the stairs, curiosity getting the better of me.

At the end of the hallway, I come across a door. This must be the spare bedroom. I take a deep breath and push the door open.

The room is even more impressive than the rest of the house. The bed is huge, covered in crisp white linens. There's an empty walk-in closet, and a bathroom that looks like something out of a spa.

I’m about to close the door when I hear a noise. I freeze, my heart pounding. Someone's in there.

I turn to leave, but it's too late. The door swings open, revealing a man standing in the doorway. He's stark naked. I gasp, eyes widening in shock as my brain registers glistening fat pecs, tight abs, with water traveling down to his navel and…

Holy hell he’s huge!In that split second, every cell in my body freezes like a deer caught in headlights.

And then we both scream.

“Oh my God!” I shout, spinning around to face the wall. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

“I should ask that!” he yells back. “Who are you? And what are you doing in my place?”

“Lauren let me in,” I stammer, keeping my eyes firmly on the wall. “I’m the one who’s supposed to live here and help with the renovation.”

"Get out," he says, his voice firm.

I nod, my body trembling. I turn and run out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest. I can hear him closing the door behind me.

I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath.What a way to start.Now I’m never going to be able to see my roommate with a woman without picturing what he’s got to work with.

I hear footsteps approaching, and I turn to face the man. He's now wrapped in a towel, his hair still wet.Yeah, my roomie is a hunk.A whole meal—tall, with broad shoulders and a lean build–fitting for an athlete.Pity that he’s also probably a huge pain in the ass.

"What the hell were you doing in my bathroom?" he demands, his voice low and dangerous.

I open my mouth to explain, but nothing comes out. I'm too stunned to speak.

He takes a step forward, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. “And why do you look familiar?”

I blink. I was about to say just that. The long dark mullet, perfect Nordic features, and my jaw drops as I meet the vivid blue eyes.

He’s the stranger I met at the club four months ago.The night my life changed.The same eyes that captivated me while we danced and made Jake burn with jealousy.

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