Page 68 of The Stud

“Donotfucking ma’am me again or I will drop the gloves like my boys did to yours for that wildly illegal high sticking.”

Gah, I hope Peck is okay.

Ifelt that shit, and I was in the fucking stands.

“Mrs. Hoss-”

“I’mnotmy mother.”

“Ms.Hoss,” squeaks the front desk attendant, “I have offered you what I have available to offer.”

“Okay,” my finger follows along the lettering of his nametag, “Mr. Bakshi.” Folding my arms across my chest is done alongside a sardonic grin. “Your offers suck.”

His open palms lift in surrender.

“What’s your policy about people sleeping in the lobby?”

“It is not permitted, Ms. Hoss.”

“Then I suggest you find me a permission slip from corporate because I’m not hauling my shit,in the fucking snow, to an Uber, to trek me six miles down the road just to catch a few Zs.”

“Six blocks.”

“Do youwannabe permanently cut from team Frost?” There’s no stopping my gaze from narrowing. “Because pissing off paying patrons is how you get your contract terminated.”

His eyes widen in obvious worry.

“Wheel,” I insist on a waving my fingers. “Find me somewhere in this building to sleep.”

He hastily nods and scampers off leaving me to wallow alone in the vacant main lobby.

This wouldn’t be such a big deal if Khurana was here.

I’d just double bunk in his room.

But he’s not.

Why?

Because only one of us is assigned to stalk Tanner “Go Fuck Yourself” Frosky this season.

Cutting a minor glance to the right reveals to me my biggest problem incarnate hanging out at the bar.

Fuck. Him.

Fuck him and his whole “believe I’m not like the others” bullshit I was buying into.

Heclearlyis.

That’s why he ditched me for pussy back in A2.

That’s why he hasn’t been by my house since.

And that’s why he hasn’t continued to demand more of my personal info in order to give me the camera time I need for his stupid mini docuseries, which I wouldn’t have to do if I would just fucking quit.

I bet a hundo I could find a hockey gig in Greenland.

They play.

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