Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,15
but wouldn’t jeopardize his position as captain or the team in general. At least not in front of everyone.
Not in the mood to argue with him, I walked away and headed to Coach’s office. I’d only made it halfway there when he moved up to walk next to me.
“You don’t always have to be such a dick,” he said under his breath. I stopped, and he did too. Turning toward him, I crossed my arms.
“Look, I didn’t ask to get traded. I get that we have some bad blood, but fuck, man, we’re on the same goddamn team now. You’re supposed to be the team captain. Act like it.” I was sick and fucking tired of him being an asshole to me.
He stepped toward me and pushed his chest out. “You didn’t deserve that spot,” he growled.
“Oh, now we get to the root of your issues,” I goaded him, knowing it was stupid.
Like a flash, he fisted the front of my shirt and slammed me against the wall. “You. You’re my issue. I’m sick of your cocky fucking attitude and you thinking you own the goddamn ice. Your spot should’ve gone to Andre Bruschka. Instead, they set their sights on you. All because you’re Jurek Kosinski’s son.”
“Fuck you!” I shoved him off me. “I earned my own place on that ice. I didn’t ride my father’s name into shit.”
“Hey! That’s enough,” Coach bellowed from the end of the hall. “Get your asses in here.”
With one last glare at each other, we walked down and stepped into Coach Nick Soderberg’s office. My anger was so hot that I barely noticed the two women waiting in the room until I heard a soft gasp. At the same time that my eyes hit a pair of familiar blue ones, Coach introduced them.
“Alex, Kristoffer, meet Katie and Sydney. They represent the foundation and will be the ones you work with on this year’s projects.” My heart was hammering in my chest, and I barely heard what he said. My mind was too busy imagining the way she’d screamed my name as I was pounding into her and giving her the fourth orgasm of the night.
Because standing there in the office was none other than the Sydney from my one-night stand at the end of last season. She was also the same Sydney who’d starred in a great many of my fantasies over the summer.
Looked like this season was about to get a whole lot more fun.
Or a lot more complicated.
“Soft”—Motionless In White
Holy shitballs.
Alex, my one-of-a-kind one-night stand. The man responsible for ruining me for other men. The man I’d thought was a biker passing through. My Alex was Alex Kosinski, hockey player. No, not just hockey player, NHL superstar hockey player. Why, oh why, hadn’t I done better research on the team when I started?
“Sydney?” I heard his deep voice say, and I blinked rapidly to clear my vision. He was standing in front of me with his hand outstretched. Realizing I’d made myself the center of attention, I flushed hotly. Then I slipped my hand in his to shake. The shock to my system at his touch was something I hadn’t been prepared to experience.
“Nice to meet you,” I said weakly. One of his brows cocked as if to say oh, this is how we’re playing this? His strong callused hand wrapped around mine. I’d had visions of those same hands sliding over my skin for months.
“Nice to meet you, too.” He smirked. The other guy had barely made my radar, but he stepped up and shook my hand next. No one else had noticed the tension between me and Alex, but he seemed to pick up on something, as his gaze flickered from me to Alex and back to me. I watched with trepidation as I waited for him to bust us out on our lie.
“Kristoffer,” he offered. “Nice to meet you.”
Relief settled in my bones when he didn’t say anything more.
Katie was explaining her ideas and plans to the two of them as I stood back and reeled at my current situation. Maybe it shouldn’t be a big deal. Sure, we’d slept together, but it didn’t mean it had to affect our working relationship.
Oh, God, who was I kidding? We’d fucked like rabbits all night, and I hadn’t been able to forget it. Every night, I relived it in my dreams.
“Sydney,” Katie said firmly. I jolted out of my thoughts, embarrassed at getting lost in my head twice since stepping in