Page 12 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
If he says yes, then…well, who the hell knows where this night could go?
A laugh of disbelief erupts from him, his eyes flitting around my face—or more so my mask—as if he’s searching for something.
My heart jumps into my throat in fear that he’s going to figure it out.
He’s seen me in person more times than I can count. But has he ever reallyseenme?
Is he one of those people who pays attention to anyone who is in the room, or does he only focus on what’s important, happily letting everything else go? It stings a little that I might be so insignificant that he forgets me the second I turn my back, but it would be naive of me to believe it’s any other way. “You’re making a lot of assumptions there.”
Shit.
He’s right.
If I truly have no idea who he is, then I have no reason to know he’s single.
I make a show of glancing down at his ring finger. “You’re at an event like this by yourself, talking with a stranger instead of having a beautiful woman on your arm.”
“What if I’m craving a beautiful man?”
“U-uh—” I stutter, unsure what I should say to that.
“I’m joking.” And just to prove his point, as he twists slightly in my direction, he shifts his arm behind me and rests it on the back of my chair, making our position look even more intimate.
My temperature spikes as I gaze up at him. His simple black mask might cover half of his face, but he’s still devastatingly beautiful with a thick layer of scruff covering his jaw. I’m incredibly glad he didn’t shave that off.
I could hardly blame that woman at the bar earlier when she pounced on him mere seconds after he arrived.
There was a moment when I thought he was going to go for it. She was stunning; he had every right to. But if the media is anything to be believed, then he would do exactly what he did.
That leaves me with a huge question, though…why hasn’t he already shot me down?
4
KODIE
“Who’s the woman? She’s smoking,” Linc asks the second he comes to stand beside me at the bar.Although, his attention is focused on the woman I’ve left sitting alone so I can get us drinks.
A grin curls up one side of my mouth as the bartender passes over a glass of scotch for me and champagne for her.
He’s not wrong.
She is the best-looking woman I’ve seen in quite some time, and that’s saying something, considering she’s hiding her face. But it’s more than just her pretty eyes and smile, or her banging body. She’s…different.
Sure, I’m used to forward women, but she isn’t like the desperate puck bunnies.
She’s…mesmerizing, and I’m nowhere close to ending our night.
Not that I think that’s an option after what she said earlier.
“What do you say, stranger? Wanna make tonight an experience you’ll never forget?”
Fuck. Do I?
If I’d followed my own plan for the night, I’d already be at home and in bed. But as it is, I’m still here getting her another drink, hoping that there are many more to come.
“Jealous?” I ask, not willing to go into any details with him. Not that I really have any.
I have no idea who she is. And that’s fine.
