Page 25 of Hot Mic, Cold Ice

to spell it out? You coming

or not?

Ziggy:No, I’m not a

booty call.

Ziggy:You’re impossible.

:What, I’m just

going to wham,

bam, thank you

ma’am you.

Ziggy:I hate you

so much.

:And you’re stalling.

Ziggy:Fine. I’ll be there

in an hour

:Don’t be late.

Ziggy:You better make

it worth my time.

:Oh, I will.

Elliot’s audacity makes my blood boil. Am I just a convenience for him? A damned call girl? I’m fuming as I toss my phone into my bag, trying to focus on getting back to my hotel room. This is insane. I shouldn’t be doing this, but the idea of it also sends a thrill through my veins. I try to ignore the growing curiosity, but my thoughts keep drifting back to our messages. Each passing minute only heightens my anticipation despite the irritation simmering deep inside. Damn him and his audacity. The clock is ticking, and I have less than an hour to decide what to wear.

Elliot’s performance tonight was spectacular. He exuded this ferocious intensity on the ice. It’s that same intensitythat draws me in, even when I know it’s a terrible idea. My mind keeps replaying our first time together, the undeniable chemistry. Maybe that’s what makes me cave. Maybe it’s the thought of his strong hands on me again, or the way he felt inside of me that leaves me breathless.

By 9:45 PM, I’m pacing my hotel room, unable to decide what to do. My rational mind tells me to stay put, to ignore his blatant summons. But my body aches for him, for the release my traitorous self only seems to want from him. If I’m going to do this, I might as well fully commit. I change into the most extreme lingerie that I packed with me, and my best boots. With a frustrated groan, I grab my long coat and slip out of my room, heading toward the elevator.

The ride to Elliot’s house is a blur. My heart pounds in my chest. I can feel my palms growing sweaty. I hate myself a little for giving in so easily, but there is no denying the magnetic pull Elliot has on me.

I reach his house, get out of my Uber and hesitate. Stuck between wanting more and running away. I force myself up to his door, my hand hovering over it. Taking a deep breath, I knock. The door swings open almost immediately. There he stands, looking like he was waiting by the door the entire time.

He doesn’t say a word; he just steps aside to let me in. The air between us is charged, sparking with unspoken tension that seems to ignite the moment I cross the threshold. As soon as the door clicks shut behind me, Elliot turns, his eyes raking over me with a predatory hunger.

“You’re late,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.

“I had a hard time deciding if this was worth my time,” I clap back, my voice laced with defiance. His eyes darken at mychallenge, and he steps closer, the space between us shrinking to nothing.

“You came, didn’t you?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “So, you must think it is.”

Before I can retort, his mouth is on mine, a bruising kiss that leaves me gasping. His hands are everywhere, pulling the ties of my coat loose. “Are you not wearing any clothes for me?” Elliot whispers.

“You wanted a call girl, so you’re going to get one,” I tell him with a smirk.

Elliot presses me closer, lifting me off my feet and wrapping my legs around his waist. Keeping his lips caressing my neck, he carries me through the house, straight to his bedroom. He tosses me down onto the bed, and he gingerly slips my boots off before he has me pinned beneath him, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my chest.

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