Page 22 of What If I Knew You

Ledger sips his beer, trying not to snort it through his nose. “Like, do they come up to you and tell you how fucking hot you look in your pants? Do they whisper, ‘Nice pants, Ollenberg’ in their husky sexy voice or something? Is that how you reel them in?”

Griffin laughs. “Dude, I can’t help it if I’m just a sexy ass motherfucker who exudes all the things the ladies want. Plus, I’ve got a cock they all like to suck on.” He shrugs helplessly. “What can I say?”

Harrison belches and then laughs. “You’re so full of shit, Griffin.”

“You think so?”

“Know so.”

He leans forward in his chair, his arms stretched on the table. “I’d be willing to bet you a thousand bucks my dick will be in the mouth of a beautiful woman, if not two beautiful ladies, by the end of this night.”

“No go, man.” Harrison shakes his head. “How am I supposed to know if that really happens? You think I’m going to watch or something?”

Griffin sits back with a smirk on his face. “Guess you’ll have to take my word for it. Or maybe I’ll take a pic for good measure.”

“Speaking of hot ladies,” Ledger says, standing from his chair. “That one over there looks thirsty. I think I need to buy her a drink.”

I whistle as he walks away and Griffin reminds him to wear a rubber. Then he turns back to me.

“What about you, Roche?”

“What about me?” I ask, licking my lips after a sip of beer. The tension in my body during today’s game is finally floating away thanks to the alcohol.

“How come you’re not prowling for someone to take to bed?”

“Why do I need to do that?”

“Because everybody does that.” He laughs. “And your reputation precedes you.”

I cock a brow. “It does?”

He nods. “Yeah. You think we didn’t hear all about you before you joined the Stars?” He huffs a laugh and his eyes narrow. “We heard all about your playful ways.”

“Don’t know what you heard, but most of it was probably bullshit.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm,” I say, lifting my glass to my mouth again.

“I heard people call you the Puck Bunny Prince.”

I nearly spit out my beer, some of it trickling down my chin. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah. Rumor has it you’re damn good at picking up the ladies.”

“Not true, man.” I shake my head. “Not even a little bit. Don’t know where you heard that but you’ve been led astray.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“So why would I have read that somewhere?”

I laugh. “I have no idea.”

“So, you haven’t had hundreds of sexual partners over the last couple of years.”

“Fuck, no. Where did you read this?”

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