Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,38

I’ve seen some really good fake IDs in my time.”

“I work full-time for the foundation,” she deadpanned.

“Okay, maybe you dropped out of school,” I countered, now playing with her. She rolled her eyes.

“I’m twenty-two. How old are you?” She crossed her arms and leaned against the counter with a saucy attitude that drove me crazy.

“You mean you don’t have my whole bio down pat?” I teased as I stepped close to her and boxed her in. Her chest rose as the pulse in her neck gave away her excitement. I pressed my lips to the bounding pulse, and she took a shuddering breath before I pulled away.

“That is so not fair,” she sighed. The grin that escaped me was wicked.

“I know. I’m going to be late. But you didn’t answer me.”

“No, Mr. Kosinski. I don’t know your bio.” She smirked.

“Look it up. Then find an excuse to stay tonight. Tell your parents you’re staying at Natalie’s. Tell them you’re partying all night. I don’t care what you tell them, but tell them something and please be here.” I was stepping way out of my norm by inviting her to stay not once, but twice. Stepping back, I blatantly adjusted my dick and raised a brow, waiting for her response.

Indecision was written all over her gorgeous face. Finally, she sighed, and her shoulders drooped. I waited for her to let me down easy.

“Okay, but I can’t do this every night.” Her clarification was irrelevant to me. As long as she was there tonight, that’s all I needed. At least that’s what I believed and what I told myself.

“Perfect.”

One last glance at her stuff, and she left it sitting on the counter. She slipped on a pair of black heels. Paired with the straight black skirt and the white shirt, she looked a little like a sexy librarian. Especially with her midnight hair twisted up in some messy do that looked artfully sexy.

“Where’d these come from? Were you planning on staying overnight?” I asked as I tugged on the front of her blouse.

She smirked as she rolled her eyes. “Don’t get too big-headed Mr. Hockey-Star. I’d picked up my crap from the dry cleaner on my way home yesterday. I had the shoes in my trunk.”

“Mmm. Lucky for me,” I said with a grin.

“You’re really going to be late.” She wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t know. Coach would likely chew my ass, but it was worth it.

“Sneak in to watch us practice if you can,” I said, then wondered who the hell I’d turned into. She walked ahead of me to the front door. The entire way, I watched her ass as it moved in that slim skirt. Fucking perfect.

“I have a job to do, you know?” she said over her shoulder.

“Yeah, but it’s in the same place I’m practicing today. I thought maybe you might get a break. Or say you were getting ideas for the photo shoots. Or something.” I shrugged.

Jesus, who is this needy person speaking for me?

“We’ll see.” She paused in the doorway as I opened it for her. Before she could say anything, I hooked the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. She sighed as I let her go. “See you later,” I said as she made her way to her car.

Absently, she waved over her shoulder. Right as I was shutting the door, I saw her press her fingertips to her lips as she sat behind the wheel. By the time I was in my car and the garage door was rolling up, a goofy grin was affixed to my face.

It lasted all through practice, and several of my teammates commented. It was impossible to get rid of it though. Despite the fact that I never saw her enter the stands to watch us practice. Then again, Coach was working us pretty hard. After all, we had a game tomorrow. It was possible I missed her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Beck asked me as we were showering. The room was full of steam, and he nearly shouted to be heard over all the water and talking.

“What are you talking about?” I asked before turning my face into the water and scrubbing my beard. He didn’t answer until I turned back around, shut off the water, and wrapped my towel around my waist.

He was looking at me strangely as he followed me back to the locker room. McGregor was already there, as was Halvorson.

“Looks like the face of someone