Page 91 of The Wildest One
“I think we both know you’re looking for me.”
My eyelids tightened, and I drew my arms in against my chest and folded them together. “One, you’re unbelievable.”
“You’ve told me that multiple times. Normally, it’s in reference to my tongue, which I think you’re probably referring to again right now.”
My head fell back.
He was never going to stop.
“And two”—I let my chin drop so I could look at him—“I need you to take this seriously. I need you to be on time. We’re goingall out on marketing, and I’m counting on you in major ways. Please don’t let me down.”
“I would never.”
He glanced at the poster of himself on my wall—something I hesitated framing and putting up, but the picture was just too perfect, and in some ways, it was my vision board for this season. It would be incredible to win the Stanley Cup the first year my father owned the team.
“What else can I do for you, Jolie?”
“You can stop calling me that—” My voice cut off when there was a knock at the door. I sucked in a deep breath. “Come in.”
The door opened, and Ginger popped her head through the crack, smiling and singing, “Hiii.” Her eyes widened when she realized I wasn’t alone. “Oops. I’ll come back. I’m so sorry to bother you guys.”
“Don’t be silly.” I waved her over. “Beck and I were just discussing his responsibility for our opening game.” I smiled at Beck. Not like the woman who had seen him naked and knew all the different ways he could make me moan. I smiled at him like I was his boss. Because I was. “But our meeting is over.”
“You’re done with me already? It feels like we were just getting started.” Beck chuckled as he stood. “Ginger, I’d give you a hug, but I’m all sweaty from practice.”
Because I knew my best friend better than anyone, I could tell she was positively dying on the inside.
“I love that we’re on a hugging basis now.” She smiled at him.
“Well, we have something in common.”
“We do?” Ginger asked him.
He nodded toward me. “We both have strong feelings for her.” He patted Ginger on the shoulder, and he let himself out of my office.
Even after he was gone, I continued staring at the closed door.
“I’m dying.” Ginger plopped down where Beck had been sitting. “Likedyiiing.”
I finally looked at my best friend, and I collapsed on top of my desk, holding both sides of my head. “Do not let me cave to that man. Whatever you do.”
“Jolie—”
“I’m not kidding, Ginger. Work-wise, it would be catastrophic.”
“And personally?”
I let out a long breath. “It would be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
TWENTY-FIVE
Beck
Practice wasn’t for another few hours, which meant I had plenty of time to close my eyes and get more sleep. But for some reason, my eyes wouldn’t shut. I was fully awake, and sleep was the furthest thing from my mind as I faced the opposite side of the bed, staring at the empty spot.
The place where Jolie should be lying.
It didn’t matter if she was in front of me or only in my fucking head; the thought of her, like the sight of her, made my dick throb.
