he’s not.” I moved forward, raking my hands over my hair. “And if you had been there when I had to call my mom and tell her that not only was he on my team, but I was being put with him for promotional purposes, you might have another view of this subject.” I’d never forget the way her breath had stuttered, and she’d gone silent. “That being said, choosing to get your hackles up about the women outside my door is a much safer fight to pick if you’re feeling feisty over there, London.”
“Feisty?” She threw back the apple juice like it was a beer and clunked it down on the desk beside her. “I’m not trying to pick a fight.”
“Yes, you are.” I leaned against the dresser and gripped the edges, keeping a safe distance away from her. It had been almost two weeks since our little theater date, and this was the first time she’d approached me. The first time she’d talked to me when it wasn’t in a professional capacity, and while I liked to think I was a pretty confident guy, her little hot and cold routine was a mindfuck. “You’ve been around professional hockey enough to know that there are willing women in every arena, every hotel, and every hallway, so why is the fact that you managed to run off the two at my door getting you all prickly?”
“Run off? Wait, were you interested in them?” She sputtered, her eyes sharpening like little daggers as her spine went stiff.
“If I had been, would that have been a problem for you?” I wasn’t. I hadn’t so much as breathed in the direction of another woman from the moment I’d seen her in the elevator. She’d owned me from that moment on.
“I…I….” Color flushed from her neck up to her cheeks, and her gaze darted between my eyes and my lips. She wanted me.
Good, the feeling was mutual.
“Because you say the word, and I’ll get online and change all my social media statuses to in a relationship.” My fingers dug into the wood. It didn’t matter how badly I wanted to launch myself across the few feet that separated us and kiss the ever-loving shit out of her, I wasn’t budging. Not until she admitted what had her sexy little panties in a twist. “Until then, why should it matter who I sleep with?” How far did I need to push her until she snapped and admitted what she wanted?
“Because random hookups are just...dirty and impersonal!” she fired back, shifting her weight.
“Hey, dirty can be good, and last time I checked, you’re the woman who climbed into my lap and came so hard the theater next door probably thought it was part of the sound effects.” I arched an eyebrow, ignoring the way my dick hardened at the memory.
“We’re not random!” She huffed an angry sigh. “And besides, there were two of them. What were they going to do, take turns?”
I let a slow grin slide across my face. She was so jealous I half expected her face to turn green at any second, and I was loving every minute of it. “Who said I couldn’t handle both at once?”
“You. Can. Not. Be. Serious.” The look of pure shock on London’s face was well worth the annoyance of having the two puck bunnies hunt me down.
“Well, I mean, I’m not sure what college was like for you…” I shrugged.
“It sure as hell wasn’t orgies in the frat house!” She pushed off the desk.
“I wasn’t in a frat, but if you need to argue locations—”
“You can’t be serious!” Her cheeks went from pink to red as she marched closer, stopping when the toes of her high heels were an inch from my bare feet.
Fucking adorable.
“Oh, come on, London. Are you telling me you didn’t have a one-night stand or two while you were in college? Are you seriously as perfect as you seem?” I tilted my face down toward hers as she stared up at me with fire in her eyes. Fuck, her lips were kissable, even when pursed.
“Perfection has nothing to do with it. Sex is way overrated.” She arched her eyebrow.
“Then you’ve been sleeping with the wrong people.”
“People? I’ve had sex all of one time, thank you very much!” She put her fists on her hips and glared at me with everything she had.
“Once.” My eyebrows skyrocketed as pieces fell into place.
“Once.” She nodded. “And I’d say he couldn’t have gotten off me fast