Page 94 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
Oh my god.
“You want to go to the game, right?”
“Of course I do.”
“Perfect.”
“Have you booked a hotel?” I ask as I tap my security pass to allow me access to the building and walk inside.
“No, I thought you might want to sweet talk your dad to see if he can get us a room at the team’s hotel.”
“I can try, but I’m happy to stay anywhere.”
“But you’d prefer to be close tohim, right?”
“Parker.” I force a smile on my face as one of the women from the PR office passes me.
“What? Just imagine it. He has no idea that you’re coming, and he scores the winning goal, looks up, and there you are in his jersey, screaming his name from the top of your lungs. After, he could slip you his hotel room key and the two of you could spend the night celebrating. Swoon.”
There isn’t a single inch of my body that isn’t interested in the fantasy she paints.
I want it. I want it so bad, but I’m also a realist and I know it’s not going to happen.
“Unlikely, but I like your thought process.”
“There is always a chance.”
“And what about you? What would you be doing while I was living out my wildest fantasy?” I inquire before I step into my office.
“I’m sure I could find a way to entertain myself.”
“Careful, Park. I might start thinking you do actually want to spend the night with a hockey player.”
“Ugh, as if. No offense.”
I chuckle as I lower my ass to my chair and turn on my computer.
“The lady doth protest too much, methinks."
“Dude, do not quote Shakespeare at me. I know what hockey players are like. I lived with my brother long enough to know the dirty truth.”
“They’re not all as bad as him,” I counter.
“Still not risking it. I will not spend the night or even an hour with a professional athlete. I want a man whose dick is bigger than his ego.”
“Well, I think you might find?—”
“Do not finish that sentence. I’ve read enough online about the size of my brother’s…ego. Ugh.”
I can’t help but laugh as I picture her shuddering.
She’s not wrong. Everett Donnelly has a reputation that rivalsLinc’s.
When they were together, they were notorious. It’s a good thing that they play for different teams now.
“One day, someone will come along and change everything.”
“Not a chance,” she states firmly. “Shit, I need to go. My client just walked in.'“
