Page 39 of Zero Pucks Given (Las Vegas Angels 1)

Realization dawned and her eyes widened along with her mouth. That mouth I desperately wanted to kiss again. “Oh my gosh,” she gasped before covering her mouth. Her eyes hit mine. “They think we’re—you know?”

Fuck but that look on her face was hilariously dorky. How she hadn’t immediately understood what people would assume we were doing in here was too funny. I held off laughing because she genuinely looked shocked.

All I did was nod my head.

“Fine,” she said, the shock on her face quickly turning into resignation, “but I have things to do. I’ll give it ten more minutes but then I’ve got to take off.” There it was. Her attitude that had just taken a dive was back like the force of nature she was.

“Ten minutes?” I cocked my head to the side. “Gigi. You leave in ten minutes, I’ll be the laughingstock of the entire reality TV world.”

She rolled her eyes and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re getting ten minutes, Moreau. I’ve got work to do.” Then she crossed her arms, which forced her breasts to be even more on display than they had already been.

“You’re not leaving in ten minutes,” I said, also crossing my arms and determined to win this battle. “And you already said you were finished cleaning your place. Your work is done.”

Shaking her head, she strode to the couch and pushed it back up before I could help. After she righted the pillows and cushions, Gigi plunked her sweet ass down. “I did finish cleaning. But I have to clean before I have an exam. It helps me think. Otherwise, I’m looking around at all the disorder and my brain’s distracted.”

I pushed away from the door. “Exam? In what? Is Eliza quizzing you guys?” I asked, moseying over to the love seat.

As I sat down, she answered with a sigh, “No, I’m taking some online nursing classes. I’ve got a test tomorrow. I was getting ready to study before you texted. How long are you holding me hostage? A half hour? An hour?”

I snorted and sat down. “Honey, I don’t even really get started on the good stuff until after an hour.” I snickered and stared at her, watching the expression on her face fall.

She quickly recovered, obviously not believing me. “Yeah, whatever. You’re a real stud. So, in an hour and ten minutes I can leave?”

To that I threw my head back and laughed right the hell out loud. “Funny.”

“No, I’m completely serious. How long are you intending to hold me hostage here?” she said, and I was getting more than a pissed off vibe from her. She was also upset.

“If you were really my girlfriend? You’d be here all night,” I said in a low voice, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees.

Her gorgeous eyes narrowed on me. “You can do—that—all night long?” she asked and let out a pfft sound from her mouth as though I were exaggerating.

Which I was not doing. Not in the least.

I sat back and looked her over. She looked around twenty-seven. Maybe twenty-eight. With her face, body and talent, there was no way she couldn’t catch a man’s attention.

Gigi had to have had boyfriends in the past. She’d absolutely have her pick of any young stud out there. “G, you haven’t slept with a hockey player before? We can go all night, honey,” I said, feeling a bit of an edge to the sound of my own voice.

She didn’t answer back. All she did was stare at me. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking and it bothered me for some reason. “I’m serious. You’ve never slept with a hockey player before?”

In a soft, barely there whisper, she said, “Not a very good one, apparently.”

It was tough to tell if she’d meant for me to hear that or not, but I burst out laughing anyway. Even she laughed lightly. “Well, you’ve been hanging out with the wrong crew. After this—thing—is all over, we’ll find you someone good.” Even as I said it, a burn set up in my stomach at the thought of me introducing her to a guy who’d do her all night long. That sounded like a really shitty idea.

She sucked in her lips and looked around the room again. “Do you have a laptop I can use? I can log into my account and get a couple hours of studying in while we wait out the allotted sex time you have in mind.” Her eyes glued to mine, she added, “And I’m not staying here all night, Beau.”

I stood, relieved the clear and present danger of her running out my door was over. “Three hours. Deal? I’ll even feed you. Tell me what you want, and I’ll order.”

“Sushi?” she said with a tiny quirk to her voice.

“Yeah, sounds good. Just no peanut sauce,” I told her while I went rooting around in a box in the living room. Where was that stupid laptop of mine?

“What? Why? The peanut sauce is the best part?”

“I’m going to have to walk you back to your place and kiss you again. I’ve got an allergy so tonight you’ll have to forgo it, I’m afraid,” I said, my attention still on the boxes and finding my laptop. I chucked the box I was looking in to the floor and opened another one.

“You’re allergic to nuts?”

I nodded, riffling through my stuff. “Yeah, and tree nuts like walnuts and almonds.”

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