Page 106 of Wrong Pucking Player

Yes.

“I can’t think right now. Ask me again tonight at my place or something,” I brush it off.

“Not with that bloody cat in your house! I’m allergic, yet you keep that homeless shit and let it roam the fucking halls. I can barely survive getting out of the elevator without potentially dying.”

“Must suck,” I mutter. “Jayce, we’ll talk later.”

I can’t do this anymore.

“I’m not fucking done!”

“Armani.”

I had to be delusional now because Andrews just called my name.

“There you are!”

Glancing past Jayce, I see the woman in question speed-walking my way.

I’m surprised she’s in white and teal blue scrubs, a light turquoise stethoscope hanging around her neck. Her blonde hair is really short now, as if she got it cut to be shorter than her shoulders. She looks like a hot nurse in those medical shows, ready to save lives while looking like dynamite.

Okay. Maybe I’m really losing it, but fuck. Andrews is hot.

I want to imagine her wearing those same scrubs while riding my cock, but I keep that image for masturbation purposes because I really don’t want to be sporting a boner while feeling like I’ll die.

“I thought you were sick,” I grumble.

“English,” she corrects me.

I frown because I swear I didn’t speak any other language but English. My delayed reply to her comment has her offering me the large bottled drink in her hand.

Gatorade.

Thank fucking God.

I can’t understand why I’d forgotten to bring my own today when it was such an intense session, but thank goodness for Nurse Andrews, or else I’d be doomed.

“Sorry,” I mutter. “I’m… um… late for the assessment.”

She gives me a disapproving look, as if she’s trying to decipher where I’m going with this while not giving away her actual confusion.

“You, Armani? Actually sorry for neglecting the slotted time I went out of my way to assign and not cancel despite me being unwell?” she barks while spinning the cap off the Gatorade and offering it to me.

I don’t hesitate to take it and gulp it down in fifteen seconds.

“I really hate when you try to push away the importance of these assessments, Armani! You’re a key player in this team. Just because you ain’t the captain doesn’t mean you’re less important. When Caren with a C tells you it’s an assessment day, I don’t want to hear jack shit from any of you!” she raises her voice and glares at Jayce.

“Why the fuck are you glaring at me? Do I look like Armani?”

“You’re holding him up, aren’t you, Winchester?”

“He has shit to do for me,” Jayce argues. “Which is none of your business, Andrews.”

“Well, if my assessment goes downhill, Winchester, not only will Armani be sitting out during the Saskatchewan Pincer Blades’ first game, but I’ll put in a nice word with Mr. Champion about your inability to listen to health professionals’ advice and ensure your ass is sitting right next to your best friend.”

“You can’t fucking do that!” Jayce is fuming red in seconds.

“Birds of a feather flock together,” she literally sings before she looks my way. “Now. Armani. My office. Now!”

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