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“Yeah, somewhere in there,” I tell her with a smirk, and she just glares.

“I've never understood how someone as hot as you could have such horrible taste in women.”

“Well, Angel, seeing as you are now my girlfriend, we probably shouldn't be frowning on my judgment. Self-deprecation isn't cute.”

She sticks her tongue out at me, and I want to kiss her even though that's probably against the rules now. Actually, what are the rules for this arrangement?

“So, about this situation…what was your actual idea? Because this feels crazy.”

“It probably is crazy,” she says, setting her drink down. She pauses for a moment, her fingers twirling through her blonde strands—a nervous habit she's done for years. It's always made me want to comfort her. Right now it just makes me want to fuck her.

“I don't have all night,” I snap. Like I said, not in the mood for the games tonight.

“Look, we just need to date. He wants me to date more than he wants to win the Stanley Cup. I need him to take me seriously.”

“What's in it for me? How long does this last?”

Why are you baiting her?

“You stay in Nashville, not L.A. And it lasts until we know my uncle won’t trade you and he’s over my commitment issues—then we can have an amicable split. So at least until the end of this season for starters.”

“I mean, I guess that's worth it. What about rules?” I smirk, and it looks like she wants to say something, but she must think better of it and moves on.

“If we do this, we can't tell anyone about this, obviously. And we actually have to act like we like each other.”

“Okay, well, my friends definitely already know, but you don’t need to stress. They may be little gossipers, but that’s only within our group. Outside of that, they won't say shit. As for acting like we like each other, I think we can manage. What about sex?” I ask, fingers crossed it's okayed, but I’m already doubting it.

She plays with her hair for another moment, her eyes drifting past me as she bites her lip. I can only hope she's thinking about one of our nights together.

“That…is a very bad idea,” she says quietly.

“Worried you'll get addicted to my dick? A-dick-ted?” I say, unable to stop myself from acting like I'm thirteen.

But she just shakes her head, her eyes bright, and I can tell she's trying not to laugh. Still, she's being serious right now and I'm doing my best to be respectful.

Kind of.

“No, no, no. Nothing physical. That's how this gets messy.”

“No, Angel. That's how you get messy, but you're probably right.” I smirk, and she blushes. “Alright. I guess if you don't want to take advantage of my cock while you're my girlfriend, that's your choice. Maybe I'll find someone else to take advantage of it tonight. We can start our celibacy tomorrow,” I say, and for a moment, I almost think she's going to change her mind, but then, she stands up.

“Thanks for meeting me, Levi. I'm going to go. I’m hoping this little arrangement helps us both.”

But instead of walking towards the main entrance to leave, she heads back over to the group of guys from before, all of whom are laughing and having a good time but waste no time in noticing Quinn.

Mother. Fucker.

I'm going to have to fight tonight, I just fucking know it.

CHAPTER7

QUINN

All I can hearas I walk away from Levi is the pounding of my heartbeat as blood rushes through my ears. With every step, it gets harder to breathe, and I feel my body rejecting the idea of not taking Levi up on his offer. On one hand, the angel in my ear is whispering good job, but on the other, the devil side is kicking and screaming, digging her heels in, craving another taste of that man.

It's probably just because I haven’t gotten laid in months. I was in Nashville a few months ago, and since it was the offseason, Levi wasn’t on the road and was around as well. We spent the weekend naked, and it was the best, most orgasm-filled weekend of my life. But I haven't seen him since then, it's been a while since I've been fucked, and the need to be filled is starting to take over.

Except, I'm not willing to bang just anyone. In fact, I'm really only willing to bang Levi. Somehow—well, through lots of liquor and a million rounds of truth or dare—we learned that our kinks…our desires…complemented each other perfectly. He already craved the things I wanted, already yearned to do those same things. I didn't have to explain myself, feel dumb, or get called a whore for liking hand necklaces and being bossed around a bit.

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