Page 6 of On Thin Ice

“Don’t move,” I said, quickly paying and then grabbing my coffee and scone. I ignored Anna’s and Jordan’s questioning looks.

“What are you doing in Denver?” I asked. “And not even a text to tell me you were coming to town?” I asked with a smirk.

“How quickly you switch course,” she said, sounding annoyed.

“What?” I slipped into the seat across from her. Why was she being so pissy?

“You didn’t have to stop flirting with that employee on my account,” she quipped.

“Flirting? Wait.” I laughed. “Are you jealous?”

She sucked in a breath. “Of course not.”

I gave her a pointed look. “You sure about that?” I didn’t know why I was baiting her.

She muttered something under her breath before speaking up. “Yes. I’m sure. Why are you so irritating?”

I shrugged. “Part of my charm, I guess.”

She snorted.

“And I wasn’t flirting with Jordan. She’s a friend. One of my teammates is dating Anna, the owner, so we’re all in here a lot.” I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to explain myself to Ally.

She looked good, even with her pinched expression, and I resisted the urge to reach for her. I knew exactly how her hair felt wrapped around my fist, and I wanted a repeat.

Fuck.

Her pale blue eyes never failed to mesmerize me, and the faint blush staining her cheeks made me think about how far that blush extended down her body when I was fucking her.

“Dom,” she drew out, and I pulled my eyes away from her throat. If I put my tongue there, would her pulse flutter against it?

“What are you doing right now? Want to go catch up at my place?” I asked, unable to stop myself. I wanted her. I always wanted her.

She leaned back away from me when my fingers grazed across the back of her hand on the table.

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” I said, my voice low.

“I need to go. Uh, I’ll see you around,” she said, pushing her chair back.

Before I could utter another word, she’d grabbed her stuff and was out the door.

What the hell had just happened?

Chapter 2

ALLY

Itapped my pen on my notebook and tried to focus on the speaker. It should’ve been engaging. I freaking loved numbers and stats and learning all the new things. But all I could concentrate on was Dom’s face. I still couldn’t believe that he’d walked into the bakery.

What were the freaking odds? I mean, it was close to the arena, sure, but come on. I had not been ready to see him, but I hadn’t been able to stop myself from saying his name as he flirted with the bakery worker. It was typical Dom, and the words were out before I could stop them. Then he just casually sat down across from me and asked if I wanted to hook up.

Why did I keep sleeping with this man?

I sighed. Because he was stupid hot, and he had a soft accent and a hard body.

Dammit.

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