Page 12 of Dirty Pucking Player

I snort and shake my head. “No doubt.”

She certainly let me have it today. It was quite impressive, really, standing up to me, getting right in my face to let me know where she stood.

“Well, you should have something arriving at your door any minute now that will help ease the pain of that transition.”

I climb from the bed and stretch. “What did you do, Caleb?”

Knowing him, they’ll be a bevy of call girls lined up outside the door in a few minutes. He may have cleaned up his own act and settled down, but that doesn’t mean he’s lost his sense of humor, or his ability to know what will cheer me up.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Almost as if on cue…

I look down at my naked body. “Hey, I think whatever you sent is here. I have to go.”

“Well, enjoy it and think of me, brother.”

“Eww. You perv.”

He laughs and ends the call. I grab a robe from the closet on my way to answer the door. Plush. Luxurious. I really could get used to this. I tie the sash and glance through the peephole. A beautiful brunette stands on the other side of the door.

Oh, God…he didn’t.

I tug open the door, and the woman flashes me a brilliant smile. Large breasts squeezed into a tiny top and sky-high heels make her appear far taller than her petite form actually is.

“Bash Fury?”

I lean against the jamb and examine her. “Yes…and you are?”

Those pearly whites make another appearance, and she presses her arms against her breasts, shoving them even higher. “I’m Bunny.”

Of course, you are.

She extends a bag in her hand that I hadn’t even noticed. “This is from Caleb. He says to enjoy it but not too much.”

I grab the bag and glance inside. A laugh works its way from my chest as I pull the bottle of twenty-five-year Lagavulin from the paper.

That rich fucking bastard.

“Thank you, Bunny. You made my night.”

She winks and purses her lips. “You’re welcome, Mr. Fury.”

I step back into the room and let the door close behind me. Only Caleb would send me a fifteen-hundred-dollar bottle of aged scotch along with a beautiful woman.

There’s not a single doubt in my mind if I wanted that girl to come in to enjoy some with me, she would have, but after what went down with Coach today, a mindless fuck with the Mensa candidate tonight just doesn’t have the same appeal it once might have.

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BASH

I don’t have enough fingers to count the number of dirty looks Coach gave me during morning skate today. That woman has fire in her eyes burning hotter than any I’ve ever seen. And frankly, her anger is sexy as hell. Exactly the kind of flames I’d love to get scorched by.

Most women practically, if not literally, throw themselves at me, so her standoffish behavior and obvious distaste for all things Bash Fury is an interesting change of pace.

But I’ve kept my distance since I arrived.

No need to stir the pot, even though she was beautiful all worked up at practice yesterday.

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