Page 82 of Slap Shot Scandal
But then she straightens her blazer and the shield comes flying up, locking into place.
One-time thing.
Like hell.
I saw the look in her eyes, even from across the rink. Hunger. Desire.
Jaw tense, I press my lips together and skate back to practice.
Game on, Hurricane.
Because Harbor Hayes is about to find out just how persistent a captain can be.
CHAPTER 22
HARBOR
Isuccessfully avoided Weston the last few days. Tough, but not impossible.
My streak ended this afternoon when I spotted him at practice.
And holy freaking hell.
He’s hot as sin on the ice, in his element.
Having grown up around professional hockey, I’m not one to sit around and drool over the players. It’s one of the reasons I’m effective at my job. I’m practically immune at this point.
Weston Steele’s becoming the exception to this rule.
Professional women don’t get distracted by players in this business, Harbor. You’re either here to work or to chase men. Choose.
My dad’s voice chides me and I bristle, straightening my shoulders.
I choose work. Every single time.
But watching Weston sprint, the sheer power and strength as he flew across the ice, had me clenching mythighs and losing my train of thought. I went breathless for a full second, my belly swooping when he locked his ocean blue eyes with me.
Not good.
How am I supposed to work with the man all season long? Knowing how his body feels against mine, the way he unraveled me with his mouth, his hands.
His amazing dick.
I stare at the text messages, my hand trembling slightly.
Weston: Prince wants me, you, and Keller to do a local news spot during the youth hockey thing this weekend
Weston: To kick off the Hockey with Heart initiative
Weston: Meet at The Rusty Anchor to go over talking points? 8 PM
I kicked around five different ways to say ‘no,’ but none of them sounded compelling.
Sorry, I can’t because you’re too gorgeous and I don’t trust myself with you
We’ll probably end up naked and we can’t go there again
Dr. Martina thinks I’m self-sabotaging my career
