Page 15 of Passing the Red Line
So I give Leslie a nod. “Go right ahead.
“Yay. You are awesome. Thank you.” She slaps a kiss on my lips and then runs back to the bedroom.
The fact that I don’t check her out as she walks away tells me that I’m very much done with our night together and by next week I will probably forget about it.
Does that make me an asshole? Very much.
Without disrupting Leslie as she uses my shower, I quickly toss my towel in the hamper and quickly pull on some clothes before heading to the kitchen and making myself a sandwich from the minimal stuff I have in my fridge.
I really need to make a trip to the grocery store; I just haven’t had the time.
After winning the cup about a month ago, everything has been go, go go. First it was a three-day celebration bender that me and the guys went on before going on another bender at the celebration parade.
We were not only celebrating our win, but also the fact that our captain and my best friend, Liam Crawford had become a dad to a beautiful little girl. It was a double celebration. So, we went all out.
From there, it was interviews and podcasts, movie premieres in Los Angeles and photoshoots in Costa Rica. The whole month was jam packed with shit that my agent and manager lined up for me, because apparently after the season was done with, I was one of the top NHL players that people wanted to get to know.
I’m not made for that type of shit, but I did it anyway.
Three weeks later, I was finally able to get a window where I was able to come home. And by home I don’t mean Chicago.
Home for me is in California. Home is on the central coast in the middle of the ocean and the crop fields and the redwoods. Home is where my parents and brother are. I love Chicago, don’t get me wrong it's one of my favorite places in the world, but this place has a special spot in my heart. It’s the one place I can be who I truly am and not hide from a single person.
I was itching to get home and when I walked into this house three days ago, I was finally able to relax after a whole month of putting on a face.
These past three days have been spent with my family, getting workouts in and catching up on some much-needed sleep, so groceries haven’t been a priority. I’ve been surviving on food I took from my mom’s fridge, but from the looks of things I need to take a trip to the store real soon.
The shower is still running as I make my sandwich and head outside to the back balcony to eat it. When I’m done with my lunch is when the music finally shuts off but by that time, I’m not even thinking about getting Leslie out of my space.
No, my attention is down by the water on my bikini clad intruder taking pictures of the waves crashing into the sand.
I figured she would leave since I ruined her relaxation time, but she surprised me when she appeared about five minutes ago. My guess is that she has a spot by the lighthouse that is stationed close to the cliff, so I wouldn’t be able to see her from here.
But now that she’s by the water, I have the perfect view.
Somewhere between her leaving my house and now, she has ditched the tank top that covered most of her body, so now I get to see all of her.
She has curves for days and that bikini she has on does nothing to hide just how fucking delicious she looks. I have no doubt in my mind that she would feel amazing in my hands. The shit I would do to her if she gave me attitude again.
Fuck.
This woman broke into my house and was a pain in the ass and here I am thinking about what I want to do with her body. All the while I have another woman in my house.
I really am an asshole.
Thankfully, Leslie comes out of the bedroom, dressed in the clothes she had on last night and walking over to me while picking up her bra and panties from where she threw them on the floor last night.
She tells me that she is all set and ready to go, so I give her a nod and try to forget about the woman down on the beach that broke into my house and has my dick twitching in her direction.
Wanting to get her off my mind for good and get on her nerves one last time, because I'll never see this woman again, I decided to turn up the music to the absolutely loudest it will go before leaving the house and taking Leslie back to her car.
I missed seeing her reaction in person, but that didn’t stop me from watching it over and over again from the camera I have in the back balcony.
The girl was absolutely fuming as she climbed back up the stairs to my house and even more so when she tried the door and found it locked.
I could hear her yells through the music, and it was absolutely hilarious. She called me every single name in the book, but I don’t give a shit.
She broke into my house; she touched my stuff.
