Page 53 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“If you had as good a night as you’ve made out, I bet he’d recognize it too.”
I groan in frustration.
“No, seriously. How did he figure it out?”
“I met Dad at the rink last night after work and he was on the ice. He turned around, looked at me, and…he just knew.”
A wide smile spreads across my best friend’s face, and I inhale in preparation for what’s to come.
“You rocked his fucking world.”
I laugh, all the air puffs from my lips.
“I’m not sure that’s true.”
“Oh, come on. Don’t even pretend you haven’t read every single word that’s been written about him in the press. He hasn’t been connected with a woman since he moved here.”
“I know,” I muse.
“Many have tried, it seems.”
“Parker,” I breathe. I really, really don’t need to hear what she’s going to say next.
“And yet you, Casey Watson, managed to seduce him in one night—even with half of your beautiful face covered.”
I groan and drop my head into my hands.
“That isn’t helping,” I mutter.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, Case.”
I shake my head, refusing to look up at her.
“Don’t be weird.”
“I’m not. You set a goal and you fucking smashed it. Did you ever think you’d be able to sit in front of me and say, I, Casey Jessica Watson, have screwed my childhood crush, the man I’ve been obsessing over for at least a decade, and that it was the best night of my life?”
“I never said it was the best night of my life,” I muse, peeking at her through my fingers.
“Babe, you didn’t need to. I can read it in your eyes.”
“Fuck,” I breathe.
“Say it,” she taunts, her eyes glittering with excitement.
“Fine. It was the best night of my life, and he’s…he’s just as much of a god in the bedroom as he is on the ice.”
She bursts out laughing, causing a few people to look over.
“Well, there you go then. I guess it is true what they say about hockey players.”
I shake my head, but I can’t deny that she’s right. Hockey players have a reputation for a reason.
“You already knew it was true. That’s why you refuse to sleep with one. You know no other man will satisfy you after.”
She scoffs, refuting my statement.
We both know it’s not the reason why she stays as far away from hockey players as possible, but I still like to tease her about it.
