Page 120 of Zero Pucks Given (Las Vegas Angels 1)

Beau dumped his bag on the ground and said, “Hello, ladies. You guys mind if Gigi and I have some alone time?”

“Oh boy,” Niki said under her breath.

“You got that right,” Gianna said, stashing her cucumber in her pocket.

“Wait, I’ll give you a baggie to take your—thingies home,” I said, using a codeword for their green, pretend penises. Or was it peni?

Jillian turned to me, taking a rather large bite out of hers. “Nah, we can eat on the go.” Then she shot me an all-knowing smile. “Good luck,” she mouthed before turning around with the other girls.

“Bye, Gigi, bye, Beau. Great game by the way,” Jillian said before closing the door.

“Why are you all eating cucumbers?” Beau asked as he stalked toward me. The look in his eyes made it obvious what he wanted.

He could be so predatory—much like he was on the ice. Only it was me he was hunting, not the next opening in the goal.

“Because we’re hungry?”

“Yeah?” he asked, ripping the poor cuke out of my hand and tossing it onto the counter. “What a coincidence. So am I.” One hand dove into my hair, the other one directly on my ass. Pulling me into him, he slammed his mouth down on mine.

“Mm,” I said as he literally took my breath away.

“You don’t taste like cucumbers,” he said, licking at my tongue.

“Didn’t have time to eat it,” I said, giving him a crappy excuse. I also didn’t have time to go over my notes, which I was severely regretting at the moment. I’d have to rely on my memory and hope I’d paid close enough attention to the details.

“How about we go have a snack in the bedroom,” he said, chuckling as he moved me through the kitchen. “Hang on,” he said, grabbing a bottle of maple syrup on our way out. “This tastes way better than cucumbers.”

He was rightabout the maple syrup—it did taste better than cucumbers.

And it turned out I was a great student, whether I was in Calculus or Blow Jobs 101.

So good, in fact, I wasn’t sure I’d even need to take the 102 class.

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