Page 20 of Heart on Ice

“Hey, you must be my new roomie, Isabelle. I’m Pierre.” He smiles, introducing himself with a touch of a French-Canadianaccent as he holds out his hand for me, giving me the brightest, whitest smile.

“Roomie?” I stare blankly at him as I ignore his outstretched hand.

“Yeah, I’m in the room next door, your father said it would be cool,” he explains.

“Dad,” I scream out his name as I make haste out of my bathroom and away from the naked guy in it. “Dad, what the hell?” I call out, stomping through the house, making my way downstairs. “Dad,” I call again as I storm into his office. He looks up from his desk and gives me a bright smile.

“You’re home, sweetheart. Look, there’s something I need to talk to you about before you go upstairs,” he says.

“Why there’s a boy in my bathroom.”

He stills. “Oh, so you’ve already met Pierre.”

“He was in my bathroom,” I reiterate.

“It’s his bathroom now, too.” He grins as if finding a strange boy in your home is normal. I’m used to random athletes being in my home, but not my personal space.

“Dad!” I squeal.

“Issy, sweetie, listen. This boy is a rising star in hockey, he is the next big thing in the sport, and he’s signed with the Alessi Agency. I promised his mother that I would take care of him, educate him, train him, and give him everything he needs to become the biggest star. That I would treat him like a son. You always said you wanted a brother,” he adds with a grin.

“Not him,” I argue.

“Pierre is a good boy. Promise me you will be nice to him. I told his mother that she wouldn’t have to worry, that my girls would treat him just like his sisters back home would. That we would be family.”

I glare at my father. Has he lost his mind? “Why couldn’t you put him on Vee and Eve’s floor, why mine?”

“Because that is where the spare room is, plus I thought the two of you would get on. You’re the same age. You’ll be going to the same school, it made sense.”

“You know I like my space,” I whine.

“I know, sweetheart, and you still have it,” my father tries to reassure me.

“I don’t because he’s in my bathroom. I’m about to head out to catch up with my friends, I need to freshen up,” I tell him.

“Perfect, why don’t you take Pierre out with you? He can meet your friends before he starts school on Monday.”

“No.”

“Issy.” His voice drops low with a disappointed tone.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms. “Fine,” I grumble as I start to leave his office.

“Be nice,” he calls out after me.

“Be nice,” I sneer, stomping around the corner and back up to my room.

“Guessit’s been a while since you’ve seen me naked, have I changed much?” He smirks again at me.

His words pull me from memories as I continue staring at his naked body. “Asshole,” I sneer, turning around and walking out his door. All I can hear behind me is his laughter. What a dick.Actually, what a dick.I forgot how nice Pierre’s dick is.Bet you all the girls from college don’t forget how good his dick was.My stomach turns remembering how I felt seeing Missy Jenkins’ mouth on it, my champagne from earlier wanting to come up and revisit me.

Moments later his door opens, and he steps out.

“Good, you’re ready, we have to go. Harper called a meeting, that’s why I was looking for you and no other reason,” I snap just so he’s clear as I storm toward the front door.

“May not have been the reason, but you certainly did stay longer than you should have.” He chuckles, teasing me for checking him out.

I whirl around. “Fuck you. I am doing this as a favor for Harper, and because you’re a client, there is no other reason. I couldn’t give a shit about you. I don’t care if you have a broken heart. What I care about is my business, and unfortunately, that includes you, for now.”

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