Page 46 of Skating the Blue Line
Liam is one of the last ones out with two guys flanking behind him.
All three men look like they belong in a fashion magazine with how they are dressed. Seeing them like this gives me a clue as to why there were so many women in the stands tonight. They all want a piece of a sexy man in a suit.
If I wasn’t in the middle of an existential crisis, I would.
The Chloe of this yesterday would take Liam home this very second and peel off that suit bit by bit, until each and every one of his tattoos was showing. Then I would map them each out with my tongue.
The Chloe of today is trying really hard not to cry as the man in question looks up and meets my gaze.
What the hell have I gotten myself into? How did we even get here?
A handsome man and lots and lots of sex. That’s how.
Liam sends a smile in my direction, but the smile that I send back must have been too tight because his expression quickly shifts.
He looks worried, just like he did earlier when he came to talk to me during his warm up.
And just like when I first saw that expression earlier, I want to yell out my secret to him but I hold it in.
The three men approach me, well Liam approaches me and the two other guys follow, and when they are about a foot away, I can’t help but stare at them with my mouth wide open.
They are seriously gorgeous.
Are hockey players always this hot?
I thought the majority of them had broken noses and missing teeth.
“Hi,” I say, my eyes dancing between the three men.
Liam gives me an intense look, his eyes not moving from my face. His friends on the other hand, are looking at me like I appeared out of nowhere.
Eventually they both compose themselves. One of them gives me a smirk and the other keeps looking between me and Liam, trying to figure out who I am to him.
The one that is smirking, looks over at Liam and throws a nod in my direction.
“Are you going to introduce us?” He asks, his smirk getting bigger.
Liam doesn’t even look at his teammate. “No.”
The intensity in his stare is enough for me to shift on my feet.
Is he always like this or is it only when he is trying to figure something out?
The dark haired teammate gives Liam an eye roll and turns back to me.
This time the smirk is gone and in its place it’s a smile that I’m sure has helped land a woman or two into his bed.
“I’m Christian. This ill-mannered idiot’s best friend,” the dark haired man says, nodding toward my baby daddy.
I give Christian a smile. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Chloe, the idiot’s,” I pause. What the hell am I to him? There aren’t many things I can call myself so I settle with what is easier. “Friend.”
The way Liam flinches at the word friend doesn’t go unnoticed.
Does he want us to be more?
Well, little does he know we will be if I decide to go through with this.
“I’m Blake,” the other teammate says, holding out a hand for me to shake.
