Tripping (Iced #2) - Kristine Allen Page 0,5

you doing?” she asked in a choked voice as I entered the bathroom.

“I gotta piss. Then I need to get to my workout.” I gave her a smirk, shoved the front of my underwear down, and grabbed my morning wood to piss. She could’ve helped me out with my problem, but I already knew better than to ask.

Her shocked gasp told me I was right.

This is gonna hurt. I hated fucking pissing with morning wood. Besides damn near pissing in my own eye if I wasn’t careful, it was borderline painful until I relieved some of the pressure.

“Ahhhhh,” I sighed as I leaned over the toilet. The door slammed, and I chuckled.

Once I was done and cleaned up, stealing some of her toothpaste to swish in my mouth, I exited the bathroom. She wasn’t in the bedroom, so I pulled on my slacks, grabbed my button-up and tie, and snatched my keys from her dresser.

She was in her kitchen chewing on the side of her thumb and holding her head. Unfortunately, she’d put clothes on while I’d gotten cleaned up.

“You gonna be okay?” I asked, worried that she was feeling shittier than I’d realized. I mean, she had drunk a shit ton of alcohol for a tiny-framed thing. I’d made her drink a bottle of water and down two Tylenol before she begged me to stay. Still, I was surprised she wasn’t in worse shape.

“Yeah,” she mumbled.

“So, uh, do you think maybe we could back this train up and start over?” I hesitantly questioned as I stood in her doorway poised to leave.

“Huh?” She looked at me like I’d sprouted a dick on my forehead and asked her to name it.

“I’d like to take you out.” I shrugged. “I like you.”

My heart gave a startled little lurch at my last three words. Let’s get something really clear. I didn’t ever see a chick more than once. No need for that R-word, because who needed those when you were damn near a hockey legend with the world by the balls. Right?

Okay, I was maybe not legendary yet, but I was one of the best. Not bragging—it’s stats and all.

“You can’t be serious,” she deadpanned as her hands fidgeted with a dish towel.

“Why can’t I?” Exasperation bled through every word. Then I questioned my damn sanity. I didn’t need to beg a woman to go out with me. Except there was something different about her, and she’d become a challenge.

“Because I told you. I. Don’t. Like. Hockey. Or the players of said sport.” She huffed and crossed her arms.

“I’ll tell you what—you agree to go out with me, and if I haven’t changed your idea of hockey players by the end of the date, I’ll never bother you again.”

Wait. What? Where are all those crazy ass words coming from?

“And if I don’t?” she challenged, cocking her hip out.

“Then I keep asking until you say yes?” A wicked grin curled my lips as I waited to see what she’d say.

Color me surprised when she fought a smile as she refused to meet my eyes. Never thought that line would work, but she returned her attention to me, and the corner of her full lips quirked up. “Okay. One shot, puck boy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna be my date to a wedding?”

“That’s your one-shot date? A wedding?” she asked as she started to laugh.

“Well, that’s how we’ll start it off. Then we’ll go from there.”

She snorted.

“When’s this wedding?” she asked.

“Tomorrow,” I replied.

Her eyes bugged. “Tomorrow?”

I gave her a sheepish smile with a shrug. “Yeah.”

With a huff, she blew a curl out of her face. “Fine. Text me the details.”

“Don’t have your number,” I said as my smile widened.

She rattled it off, and I put it in my phone immediately and took a selfie and sent it to her in a text.

“Nice,” she drawled after she opened the message.

“I aim to please,” I replied, then slipped out the door before I could fuck anything up. As I climbed in my truck, I paused.

“What the hell was that?” I muttered. It was as if I’d had an out of body experience, because that wasn’t me. As I glanced around before pulling out, I was surprised to find that we weren’t just on the edge of town. Bleu lived in what looked like a little caretaker’s cottage at the front of a large ranch.

In the dark the night before; I hadn’t paid much attention. I’d been too worried that she was going to puke in my truck.

“Huh,” I said in impressed