Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Fake ax or hatchet wielding and foam shield maneuvering will be a fun and adventurous way to sharpen those skills.
Plus, what a weird yet totally us, official first date.
Double plus, that puckheadcosplays is gonna be a much better hashtag than the numerous man slut ones he’s been pulling since his transfer to the team.
As if he can hear me thinking about him, Tanner skates over next for a hydration break. However, to no surprise, Audrey jumps in to purr, “Froskkkkkyyyy…”
“Hm?” he hums around splashes of water delivered to his face.
“You’re sending me a drink-”
“That is awfully generous of me.”
“-as like a flirty way to warm up to asking me out for a real one later-”
“Am I sober in this fantasy scenario of yours?”
Not snickering is impossible.
Especially given that now I know the only reason he ever went for her was because he was too wasted to process it wasn’t actually me.
“Which of these drinks would you send me?” She angles the phone along with her chest towards him. “This mint espresso martini cold brew or this smashing s’mores cold chocolate drink?” Her eyelashes flirtatiously flutter. “Keep in mind there’s no wrong answer…”
Technically there’s two.
Him sending her anything would be the wrong answer.
“Frosky,” Adelstein firmly calls from the nearby tunnel, “Hoss,” she adds forcing me to whip my head around to her, “Hennington’s office. Now.”
“Now?” my boyfriend that legally shouldn’t be my boyfriend nervously chuckles. “I’m in the middle of pracky.”
“And if you’d like to have a team to keep practicing for, I suggest you don’t keep the GM waiting.” The quick spin on her heels results in her shoulder length hair flapping around as if telling us to “chop chop”.
“Should we both go?” Khurana cautiously questions in tandem with lowering the camera.
“Nah,” I brush off doing my best to remain nonchalant. “She probably just wants an update on how the project is going on my end or what I have planned for the future considering the views for his seggy are so high.”
“Of course they’re high,” Tanner brags during his slow skate backwards. “I’m incredible.”
“You mispronounced intolerable.”
“You mean intoxicating.”
“Infuriating.”
“Perhaps the GM wants to advise you to be kinder to me.”
“Unlikely.”
Although, I’m really hoping she doesn’t wanna scold me for blowing him on the plane yesterday.
I’m not, not proud of that.
I’m just not so sure that we weren’t heard.
That someone didn’t snitch.
That I didn’t risk my entire career to swallow my new boyfriend’s cum simply because I was still in minor awe of him trying to take care of my hearing aid before we had to board.
No one has ever even tried to be thoughtful in that avenue.
Most dudes flinch away like it’s a disease they can catch, which is why it was so panty dropping sexy to have his hot breath all over it.
Instead of waiting for Frosky to alert his coaches, ditch his skates, and abandon his gear, I head over to the offices area and up to the top floor where we’re expected.
I’m first to the waiting area, however, instructed by Amaryllis Wu, the receptionist, to have a seat due to the GM wrapping up a meeting with someone else.
Who calls a meeting to have us wait while they’re in another meeting?
How is that not rude shit?
Unless it’s a mindfuck tactic?
Or a test.
See how we behave when we’re not being watched but being watched?
If there really is shit between us or it’s just a nasty rumor.
A rumor I haven’t heard but may have already been started because the boys gossip just as bad as chicks sometimes.
Either way it doesn’t matter because he’s not even here yet.
That’s one dub for us.
Two if you include Wahl making a “celebrity sighting” headline for visiting that Utah restaurant rather than Tanner breathing too close to a picture perfect blonde that could easily be mistaken for a girlfriend.
Julian Novak, the dark and delicious CFO it wouldn’t be against the rules to hook up with, comes proudly strolling down the hall from the direction of Hot Rocket’s office, clearly pleased with however their meeting went.
Gotta admit.
Being happy is a good look on him.
And so is that fitted suit against his beautiful, rich, brown skin.
Truthskies?
He probably has one of the best glow games in the building.
“Hoss,” he warmly greets me upon his arrival.
“Novak,” I coo in the same tone.
“Heard you had a little hotel blunder.” His hands find their way into their black pants suit pockets. “Contacting us and corporate was the right call.”
My eyebrows lift in question.
“Their incompetence could’ve cost the entire Frost brand their ties with the league, resulting in a significant profit loss considering they house contracts for a multitude of sporting events, and the mishandling of one often creates concern for the mishandling of others, which is why rather than further investigate what we could’ve done wrong on our end, they are not only taking full responsibility, they are footing the rest of the bill for our rooms – in all three leagues – for what’s left of the season – pre playoffs only, of course.”