Page 48 of The Risk

I snicker. “Why am I here, then?”

“So…he’s from Edmonton,” she starts.

A frown touches my lips. I’m not quite sure where this is going. I assume this guy is an Oilers fan, but I won’t be playing there until next year. “I still don’t see where I fit into this.”

“The only time during the interview today that he actually seemed interested in me was when we were discussing Edmonton.And you,” she adds grudgingly. “He thinks you’re exactly what they need to win the Cup.”

I think I agree with him. The team’s record is decent, but I plan on making it even better. I’m a damn good hockey player, not only due to talent, but because I work my ass off. I’ve worked for this my entire life.

“Anyway…” Brenna trails off. She takes a hasty sip of her coffee.

“Why’d you bring me here, Jensen? I’ve got class soon, too.”

“Because, like I said, the first time he paid any positive attention to me was when I told him I knew you.”

I grin in delight. “Dropped my name, eh?”

“Shut up. It made me sick doing it.”

Laughter spills out. This chick is really something. I’m so used to girls throwing themselves at me that it’s almost refreshing when one does the opposite.

“I did more than drop a name,” she confesses.

My forehead wrinkles. “Okay. What’d you tell him?”

She mumbles something under her breath.

I lean forward. “What’s that?”

“I told him you were my boyfriend,” she grinds out. Her jaw is so tight I’m surprised it doesn’t snap in two.

I stare at her for a second. When I realize she’s dead serious, I’m hit with another wave of laughter. “You fucking didn’t.”

“I did. And you promised not to gloat.”

“Sorry. Promise broken.” I can’t stop chuckling. “This is too fucking good. That was so much more than a name drop. It was like…like human centipede level of kiss-ass.” I wipe tears from the corner of my eye.

Brenna glares daggers at me. “First of all,gross. And second, I’m sorry, but unlike you I actually need to get a job when I graduate. I don’t have the luxury of a multimillion-dollar contract with a professional hockey franchise. Journalism is my dream, so if kissing that jerk’s ass is what I need to do to get this internship, then I will.”

I force myself to stop laughing. It’s difficult. “Okay, so you told him I’m your boyfriend.” Oh man, I love this. I love it hard. I can practically picture the expression on her face when she told him. The agony. “That doesn’t explain why we’re sitting here right now.”

“Needless to say, he came in his pants at the idea of having easy access to you.” She sighs. “He’s hosting a dinner party on Friday and he wants us to go.”

“Us?” I’m grinning so hard. “We’re anusnow?”

“Trust me, that’s the last thing I want, but I told him we’d be there. And now, as humiliating as it is, I’m asking you to do me a solid and go with me.” She looks and sounds like she’d rather roll around in a dark pit full of razor blades.

I grin even harder. I think my face might break.

“Don’t do this to me,” she says miserably. “I’m aware of how ridiculous this is, but I need your help. You already pretended to be my boyfriend once, remember? You had no problem putting your hands all over me at the concert, but I guess that was okay because it wasyouridea to put on the charade?”

She has a point.

“Well, I need you to do it again, okay?” There’s a splash of bitterness in her tone. “It’s one night—I’ll even pay you if you want.”

“Hey, I’m no gigolo.”

“Fine, then do it for free. Be a good Samaritan.”

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