Page 41 of Blindside Sinner

Of course, that grabs Sloan’s attention, too. At least until she realizes that she’s staring at me in a room full of other men.

Too bad, too sad.

I lather my washcloth up again. While I clean myself, Sloan’s eyes never look away. I let the water rinse me off, enjoying the feel of her eyes on me.

“You staying for the afterparty?”

That snaps her out of it. “No. Hell no.”

“I thought you liked watching me play. Isn’t that right, princess?”

“I'm not your princess,” she grits. “And you’re the one who wanted me to watch.”

I shrug. “What can I say? I like your eyes on me.”

“Damn. Now, I have to burn them out.”

I almost laugh. Feisty Sloan is becoming an addiction.

“For the record,” she adds, “I was taking photos while you were playing.”

“So you weren’t just texting your girlfriends to talk shit?”

Her scowl deepens. “Like I said, I was taking photos. Working.”

“Fine. I believe you.”

“Great. So see ya on the?—”

I snake my hand out of the shower and grab her wrist. “I want you to promise to pay attention when you’re at our games.”

She wriggles, but I keep my grip. “Let go of me.”

“Make the promise and I will.”

“That’s it?”

I shrug. “That’s it.”

“Fine,” she grimaces. “I promise.”

I release her reluctantly. “There. That wasn’t so bad, was it? And just think: now, you’ll get to spend the whole game watching me. I’ll make sure it’s worth your while.”

Unsurprisingly, Sloan ignores me. Instead, she peers around at the half-naked bodies of my teammates.

Somewhat surprisingly,thatpisses me the fuck off.

Her eyes are warm, lusty. When she licks her lips, I’m actively gritting my teeth. But my hands are tied. If I yell at her to keep her eyes to herself, she wins. If I tell my teammates to put some damn clothes on, she wins.

And yet I can’t help being steaming mad anyway.

I’mthe only one the little she-devil should be ogling.

“Do the house rules still apply while we're away?” she asks, peeking up at me with that smartass grin.

My eyes narrow. “Abso-fucking-lutely,” I growl. “Stay the hell away from my teammates.”

“That’s too bad. I might have a thing for hockey players after all. Well… some of them, at least.” She sighs dreamily, giving every guy but me another appreciative glance. Then she pockets her phone and leaves with a final “Looking good, boys!” shouted over her shoulder.

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