Page 12 of Passing the Red Line
Out of all the people in the world whose house I could have walked into, it had to be one of the hockey players from the team that I just signed onto? A grumpy hockey player at that?
Christian Rodriguez, the Dark Knights’ starting left wing, stands a few feet away from me looking like it's taking everything in him to not walk over to where I am, grab me by the hair and drag me off his property. Not only that, but the man is also only wearing a towel, with his whole body glistening from just stepping out of the shower.
My hate for hockey and players may run deep, but I’m not going to deny it when I see a gorgeous man and Christian Rodriguez is definitely a gorgeous, mouthwatering man. His dark hair is still wet and flopping all over the place and his bone structure is definitely not what you would expect from a hockey player.
Like I said, the man is mouthwatering gorgeous.
Even when he looks seriously pissed off. And I mean, I would be too if I caught someone in my house, but once I saw it was my coach’s daughter, I would just brush it off. Maybe once he gets over the shock of finding a stranger in the house, he will do just that, and we can laugh about it once the season starts.
“I’m going to ask one more time before I call the cops. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my fucking house?”
I look at the man in front of me and study his facial expression and it takes me a second to put it all together.
He has no idea who I am. He’s not like Gus that looked at me like I was familiar to him.
There is no familiarity in Christian’s eyes. He truly doesn’t know that I’m his coach’s daughter. To him I’m just a strange woman standing in the middle of his house, a half-naked woman at that since I didn’t put on my shorts before coming up here. So, I’m just standing in bikini bottoms and a tank top, in a stranger's house! Well, no stranger, I know who the grumpy asshole is, but he doesn’t know me, that’s for sure.
Fuck.
There’s no doubt in my mind about it now. I’m one hundred percent going to get arrested today.
CHAPTERTHREE
Christian
I thoughtI heard something when I got out of the shower.
For a second, I thought that it was Leslie, the girl from last night, talking to me from the bedroom, but when I walked out of the bathroom and saw her asleep, I brushed it off.
But then the music started to get lowered and instantly the hairs on the back of my neck started to stand up.
I had put the music up that loud for a reason and the only way to control it was through the remote in the living room. And given that my guest was still sound asleep in my bed, there could only be two explanations.
My house suddenly got haunted, or someone was here. My money was on the second one.
Grabbing a towel, I quickly made my way to the living room. For a quick second I thought it was my brother that had come over without telling me, which is something he always does, but of course I’m wrong and it’s not him.
Instead, it’s a woman that looks like she was spending some time down by the water, in her barely-there bikini bottoms and decided to make herself comfortable in my home.
The home that outside of my family, only four other people know about. Well, now five if you count the woman that is currently in my bed.
Nobody knows I own this house, so nobody, and I mean nobody should be walking in like they own the damn place and lower my music.
No matter how well their ass looks in that bikini. Yes, I looked at this strange woman’s ass. She bent down, crying out loud, and if I wasn’t pissed that someone had broken into my sacred space, I would have continued to look.
“Don’t make me ask again,” I say through my teeth, the grip on my towel so tight that my fingers might rip through the fabric.
“Your music was too loud,” she answers, crossing her arms across her chest and popping her hip out.
She’s going to give me an attitude? In my house? Really?
“So? It’s my music,” I say, almost yelling but I reign it in.
“It may be your music, but some people are trying to relax down there,” she says, pointing down to the shore, “and your music was messing with the peace and quiet.”
“So, because I was messing with your peace and quiet, you decided to break into my house?”
The chick rolls her eyes at me like I’m the one inconveniencing her and not the other way around. I don’t know why, but my dick decides to jerk at the gesture, and I have to remind it that this is not the time and this woman for all we know is the enemy.
