Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,40
to ask you earlier.”
“Um, yeah, I think I will. My friend Natalie has been bugging me to take her to a game.”
“Cool! I’m not going to be there because I’m going out to dinner with my sister. Sam and Josie are running the table tonight. We’ll be setting up a table at the Saturday game, so we probably won’t see a lot of it then. Have fun.” With a wave, she left. Until then, I’d worried I’d get my butt chewed for being on my phone. Though Katie was pretty cool, I was still new.
Packing up my bag, I took one last glance at the computer screen. The action shot of Alex at the end of last season was hot as hell. He’d teased about me doing research on him. Though I’d looked him up, I was telling the truth when I said I hadn’t memorized it.
Now I knew that he was twenty-five. Originally from Minnesota. Played hockey all his life. Dad was a former NHL star, and parents were divorced. Both still gorgeous, even though his dad likely had had his nose broken at some point. Alex had sure come from really fantastic genes.
There were a ton of pics of him online—each one hotter than the last.
There were also a ridiculous number of him with sexy supermodels, beautiful debutantes, and celebrities. That was not including all the pics of him with female fans. The gossip sites all pegged him as one of the biggest playboys of the NHL. The dude could literally have any woman he wanted.
Why me?
No, I wasn’t ugly. But I certainly didn’t compare to the women he was usually seen with. Maybe it was the challenge of making sure we didn’t get caught. God, what if it was that I’d been easy? Like the hundreds of puck bunnies in the world.
Ugh, I needed to stop.
Blowing out a heavy sigh, I shut down my computer. I walked out to my car, digging my keys out of my bag. When I got close, I jumped.
“Oh my God, you scared the hell out of me,” I said with my hand pressed to my racing heart. Halvorson gave me a crooked smile as he leaned against my car. “What are you still doing here?”
“I left after practice but had to come back. Left my phone.” He held up a cell phone in his hand.
“Oh. Okay. Well, what are you doing waiting by my car? You could’ve come to my office if you needed something,” I offered, confused.
“Well, I actually just happened to notice your car as I came out to mine.” He nodded over to the flashy sports car parked next to me. “Then I saw you walking out and wanted to make sure you got to your car okay. It’s not very often, but sometimes we get some sketchy characters over here.”
“Really?” I looked around nervously. The stadium seemed to be in an okay area, and we were in the secured employee and player parking. Maybe not the most upscale neighborhood, but definitely not bad. I hadn’t had a bad experience yet.
He shrugged. “Not often, but sometimes.”
“Well, thank you.” I gave him a small smile. He continued to block my door. “Was there something else?”
Raising his chin, he appeared to study me. Then he pushed off my vehicle with a grin. “No, not really. Looking forward to working with you on this project this year.”
“Thanks, I’m looking forward to it too.”
With a friendly wave, he walked around my car, got in his, and drove off. It was then that I wondered how he’d known which car was mine. Feeling perplexed at the whole encounter, I shook my head before getting in my car and pulling out of the lot.
Halfway to Alex’s, my phone rang. Biker Boy flashed across my car’s display. The ridiculous smile on my face was a direct reflection of his call. My odd interaction with Kristoffer Halvorson was forgotten as I answered.
“Hello, handsome,” I said with a grin. Then my face heated because maybe I was overstepping my bounds. It had me wondering what the rules to a casual hookup situation were.
“You almost here?”
“Just about,” I said as my heart went haywire at the thought of seeing him again soon. That in itself told me I was playing with fire. I was getting too caught up in him, too quick, and the odds that this would end badly were scarily high.
Not only was I risking my job, but I hated to see what my uncle would