Page 114 of Face Off
“I need to clean up first.”
I take her palm and wipe her fingers on my shirt, not giving a shit about the stain. “There. Problem solved.”
Emerson links her hand in mine and drags me toward the door. “Let’s go, pretty boy.”
Outside, I bend over and pat my shoulders. “Climb on. Someone asked for a piggyback ride.”
Emerson jumps on my back, her legs around my waist and her face in my hair as we walk down the sidewalk in the freezing cold. When we get back to the hotel, I fuck her twice, once in the bed and the other against the wall.
We stay up until two in the morning eating french fries and grilled chicken and a bowl of ice cream. When she sneaks out of my room just before sunrise, I kiss her one more time, thinking this one-woman thing doesn’t suck at all.
It’s really fucking fun.
THIRTY-ONE
EMMY
“Damn, Emmy.”Piper whistles. “You look fantastic. Give me a spin so I can admire the whole outfit.”
I laugh and twirl in the foyer of her apartment, showing off my form-fitting gown and the stiletto heels I paired with the forest green dress.
“I figured I had to pull out the big stops for the important donors,” I say.
“You did not miss, woman. My god. Look at your ass. I might need to get out of the media booth and onto the ice if it’s going to give me a backside like yours.”
“Hush.” I swat her arm with my black clutch, but I can’t help smiling at the compliment. “Is our ride almost here?”
“Yup. Lexi and Maven are meeting us in the lobby. Traffic is always a nightmare at these things. If we’re going to be stuck in a gridlock, we might as well be stuck together in a limo with champagne.”
“Alimo? How did you pull that off?”
“I didn’t. Maverick did.” Piper’s smile is sly. “Is there something you need to share, Emmy? A reason why the notorious playboy and star right winger hasn’t been spotted with a woman in months and is sending fancy cars to the apartment?”
I pretend to be interested in my silver earrings and shrug. “I don’t know anything about Miller’s personal life. What he does off the ice is his own business.”
Except, it’s become my business too.
The lines have started to blur since our conversation about exclusivity.
I keep getting tangled up in him, and I can’t find a way to stop.
I’m not sure I want to.
I went to his apartment twice last week, and he snuck over to my place yesterday while Piper was at the grocery store. It was rushed and frantic as he slid his large hand over my mouth and told me tobe quiet.
“Someone’s been through media training,” she says. “That’s the equivalent ofno comment. And the only people who sayno commentare the ones with a lot of comments.”
“I don’t have anything to say.”
Piper opens the closet door and rifles through the hangers until she finds her black peacoat. “If you’re getting good dick, I’m happy for you. And definitely not jealous.”
“Oh, my god.” I burst out laughing. “Please never saygood dickagain.”
“So, it’s bad dick?”
“No one is getting dicked.”
I feel bad lying to her, but Maverick and I agreed to keep this between us.
