Page 57 of Daring the Hockey Player
"I don't feel bad for you. I was looking for a roommate before I got drafted in the NHL Entry Draft."
"I won't cramp your space?" Amber asks. "I mean, we'll have to have some type of code, you know, in case you want to bring a girl back for fun times."
"Fun times? You mean like video games and booze?" I know that's not what she's referring to, but it's fun to watch her squirm.
"Netflix and chill."
"You mean you don't just sit and watch a movie and share popcorn together?" The smile doesn't leave my face as I head toward my apartment. I have a bit of cleaning up to do to the guest room, but Amber can help or, at the very least, make fun of me while I make the room presentable.
"Maybe? I've never actually Netflix and chilled with anyone," she quips. "Remember, virgin over here?"
I try not to laugh or get ridiculously turned on by her honesty. It's refreshing. "You probably shouldn't make it a habit of telling single guys you're a virgin. They may think that means your DTF."
"Oh, well, in that case, Jasper, I'm a virgin."
I swear she's trying to give me a heart attack. Every time the word 'virgin' leaves her lips, my cock stirs. It's like the magic word that turns the damn thing on, quite literally. And there is no off switch when it comes to Amber.
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We arriveat Jasper's home, which he insists that I can move into, but I'm not sure that's the best plan. I mean, the hot hockey player whom I've had a major crush on and secretly been stalking online wants me to live with him?
Charlotte would tell me,hell yeah, move in with him.But I haven't texted her yet. Maybe I should. She might even knock some sense into me.
But I can't live with Charlotte. She has a one-bedroom apartment, and unless I want to sleep on the couch indefinitely, that isn't going to work. She also likes to bring guys home, and I'm not keen on waking up in the middle of the night to see them naked and heading to the bathroom.
"I need to text Kyler, let him know we'll be back for dinner, and I'll return the Porsche tonight." Jasper rattles off a text in the hallway as we walk to the elevator.
I'm impressed that there are elevators and a doorman. The place already appears swanky, and I'm wondering how I'm going to afford even half the rent. That's a discussion we need to have pronto.
"Yeah, sure," I say, and he heads for the elevator, hitting the button for the twenty-fourth floor. I'm familiar with the building. I've been inside once when I was a little more than tipsy, and he let me have his bed. The other time was last night when he took me to the rooftop and showed me the city at night.
He hits send and grumbles. "No signal." It takes a minute for the message to go through once we're enclosed in the elevator.
"Did you mention to him that you asked me to live with you?" I smirk, teasing him.
"I thought I'd bring it up over dinner tonight."
I'm not sure if he's joking or not. The elevator dings, and he gestures for me to step out. "This is us."
I step out, and he attempts to send the text again. This time, it goes through. He grabs the key from his pocket and unlocks the front door. "Ladies first," he says, and I glance at him and shake my head, smiling.
"You won't be saying that after we live together—as friends," I clarify, although I'm not sure why I bother to add that tidbit. He knows that's all we are. Jasper has made sure that we stay parked in the friends' zone, and I'm blocked in, unable to get out.
He lets me inside his place and flips the light switch as soon as I enter, shutting the door behind me. I place the purchases that I made inside, near the door. He carries his secretive bag with him around the house, toying with me.
There's a full-sized kitchen and a counter for eating, with stools. The dining room has been converted into a game area with an air hockey table. Why am I not surprised?
"That converts into table tennis too," Jasper says, "if you play."
"I've dabbled. Sounds fun."
He leads me farther into the apartment, which feels cozy but more like a house in that it's much roomier than my studio apartment. "The living room." He gestures to the leather sofa and huge television attached to the wall.
"Wow."
"Yeah, seventy-five inches. Doesn't get much bigger and still fit in this place." He beams.
