Page 13 of Passing the Red Line
“I didn’t break in. The door was open.”
The door was open.
I’m one hundred percent sure that I closed that door last night before going to bed and still had it closed this morning. Which means that my guest must have gotten up at some point between breakfast and now and left it open.
One more reason to get her out of my house. She is jeopardizing my safety.
“You could have waited outside for someone to come out.” I say to the strange woman.
I don’t know why I’m standing here arguing with her. If it was anyone else, I would have kicked them out already and called the cops. For all I know this chick is a puck bunny that has been stalking me and waiting for her chance to catch me off guard to make her move all so that she can get a picture and tell her friends that we’re together.
It’s happened before and I’m sure it can happen again.
I’m not buying the whole music thing.
Was it loud? Yes, extremely but I had ulterior motives for having it that way.
“I did. I even called out. And guess what? Nobody responded, so since the door was open, I took it upon myself to walk in and turn the music down. You have neighbors you know? They don’t want to hear your concert at two o’clock in the afternoon.”
If only she knew that the houses next to me are empty during the week and there won’t be a neighbor in sight until Saturday. People and their vacation homes.
Hell this house sits empty most of the year too and the only time I use it is when it’s the off season or we have a game in San Jose, and I want to sleep in my own bed instead of in a hotel.
But of course, I don’t tell her that. She’s a stranger. I don’t need her coming back and squatting when I’m not around.
“They don’t give a shit. Now take that pretty ass of yours and get out of my house before I call the cops and tell them that a crazy jersey chaser broke into my house,” I say, wanting to be done with this conversation. I already wasted most of my day entertaining one woman, I don’t have time for another one. I have shit to do.
“Jersey Chaser? I am not a fucking jersey chaser!” The bikini clad woman screams out, like I insulted her.
I shrug. “I don’t know that. For all I know you’re a puck bunny that wants to get a piece of any hockey player she spots from a mile away.”
A laugh wants to escape at the way she gasps. “You think so highly of yourself, don’t you?” I give her a shrug. “Besides, what makes you think I even know who you are?”
I raise an eyebrow at her. This girl is a spitfire, but her facial expressions are shit. I saw recognition the second she turned around. “You don’t?”
That gets me another eye roll. “Fine. I know who you are, but just because I do doesn’t mean that I give two flying shits about you being a hockey player or even the fact that your team won the cup a few weeks ago. Trust me, finding out you live here was just as much of a shock to me as it was for you finding me here.”
“Doubt it. Now get the fuck out,” I say pointing towards the back door.
“Are you always so damn difficult? I just lowered your music. Chill.” She says with a lot sassier than I have time for. If this woman was somebody that didn’t get on my damn nerves, this would be excellent foreplay. My dick twitching tells me that my body agrees.
“You broke into my house. I won’t chill.” I say, a little annoyed that I’m finding this woman attractive in any way.
“The door was freaking open!” She yells back.
Having enough of this, I turn to head back to the bedroom to grab my phone. This lady isn’t going to leave on her own accord, so I might as well call the cops.
I stop short though when Leslie steps out of the room in absolutely nothing.
“What’s going on?” my overnight guest asks, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
Fuck. Finally.
I’ve been trying to get this girl to wake up ever since she fell asleep after our post breakfast activities. I tried everything, including turning the music all the way up so that she wouldn’t be able to sleep through it but she didn’t budge. I missed a workout because I didn’t want to leave her alone in my house, and I was close to missing dinner at my mom’s if I didn't do something.
Who would have thought that all I had to do to wake her up is argue with someone breaking into my house.
Leslie stops rubbing her eyes and looks up. It takes her a second to realize there is someone else here, but she doesn’t move to cover herself up, she just smiles at me and at my intruder.
