Page 74 of Slap Shot Scandal
I’m still the captain trying to save his team. And she’s still the PR consultant trying to prove herself.
But having tasted her, touched her—it makes leaving this media room and going back to how things were—that much harder.
“God, Weston. This complicates everything.” Her eyes flash with conflict, desire warring with reality.
“It doesn’t have to.” I carefully roll the condom off my dick, wadding it in tissue to dispose of somewhere more private. Can’t leave behind the evidence.
“It does. You know it does. No one can know about this.” Her expression shifts as she steps into her skirt, pulls up the zipper.
I blink, fighting through the sex haze we created only a few seconds ago.
“What?”
“This—” She waves her hand through the air, motioning between us. “You and me. We probably shouldn’t have done this.”
An icy wave of regret washes over me, dampening the post-orgasmic high.
Harbor’s already retreating. Erasing what happened before it can even matter.
Or she’s doing what she’s been taught to do. Flee before anyone gets hurt. Hide behind professional responsibilities and protect your heart.
When things get messy, when emotions threaten control, retreat to safety. Her dad’s voice is probably echoing in her head the same way mine’s telling me to protect the team at all costs.
This is my chance to say something meaningful, fight for the possibilities.
But I can’t.
She’s right. There’s too much on the line. The team, her job.
We’re doing the right thing. Protecting ourselves and our futures.
Even if it sucks.
I shrug. “You’re right. We probably shouldn’t have.”
She pauses, her eyes wide for a long second, like she’s stung. Then she slides her blouse over her shoulders, focusing on the neat row of buttons.
“So, one-time thing then?”
My gut tightens and sinks.
Fight for it, Weston. Don’t let her walk away.
“Sure. One-time thing.”
“Okay.” She pulls her hair back into a ponytail, slipping her feet back into her stilettos. “That’s the safest thing. For both of us. One time only, to get it out of our system. Deal?”
Harbor stares at me and I swallow back a grimace.
Now we’re making a fucking deal? Might as well slap a contract on the desk and make it really fucking official.
Like what just happened between us was some kind of business transaction and not the most intense connection I’ve felt since…maybe ever.
I nod, taking in those hazel eyes still sparkly from the sex. Anything to avoid admitting that what just happened did, in fact, change everything between us.
“Deal.”
“Great. Because we still have to be professional. We can’t let whatever this was…” She waves her hand again and acid rises, burning the back of my throat. “Ruin our relationship. You know?”
