I wipe at my face with my hand. I scarfed down a muffin on the way here and must’ve left some evidence behind.
“There’s nothing on your face except that you look like you just woke up from one helluva wet dream.”
“Tedi,” I groan.
She laughs and finishes her croissant, grabbing the coffee she brought from home in her Go Florida Fury travel mug. I will say that after seeing a game like the one last night, I see why people like hockey. It’s fast-paced, and when someone scores, the screams from the fans are contagious.
“I told you, those hockey players are hot. I love it when they fight.” Her gaze drifts up to the ceiling as if she’s in a dream-like state.
I roll my eyes. There’s no denying they’re attractive. Aiden especially. He has these eyes I swear see into your soul. Dark and dangerous. “I’m not sure I love the fighting.”
“Oh my god, you’re crazy. You know Maksim Petrov? He’s a defender.”
I nod. I’m supposed to have a meeting with Maksim tomorrow, and I’m thinking an off-site meeting might be better so Tedi doesn’t try to climb him like a tree.
We’re mid-conversation when our office door opens. Because we’re appointment only, we rarely get drop-ins except the mail carrier, so I’m shocked to find Aiden Drake standing there. He walks in, passes Tedi’s open mouth, and comes over to me, placing a wine glass and a bottle of white wine on my desk.
“Aiden,” I say, sliding my desk chair back.
He doesn’t sugarcoat his reason for being here. “I need you to throw this drink in my face.”
I stare at him with surprise, then amusement. He’s got to be kidding me.
“Listen.” He looks back at Tedi—who I’m shocked hasn’t chimed in, then grabs the chair from in front of my desk and sits on the edge of it, leaning forward and placing his forearms on my desk.
Yep, still drool-worthy.
“I told you how I was in a slump on New Year’s Eve, right?”
“Oh, you dirty little—”
I raise my hand to stop Tedi from continuing. Aiden glances over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to me.
“Well, my last game was killer. Three goals plus an assist. And…” He glances over his shoulder again. Tedi’s staring at him as if he’s her second chocolate croissant for the day. “Could we go somewhere private?”
Tedi narrows her eyes at me. “Oh, you’re in so much trouble.”
“It’s okay. Tedi knows whatever happens in here is private. Tedi, this is Aiden Drake.”
She gets up from her chair and comes over, hand out. To my surprise, Aiden doesn’t check her out the way I thought he might—Tedi’s very attractive. I haven’t found the nerve to Google Aiden yet—because I don’t want to find out he’s a womanizer and that on New Year’s Eve, I was just the girl who happened to be the one he thought he’d get into his bed for the night.
“I’m Tedi, president of your fan club,” she says, shaking his hand and staring at his much larger one. “Whoa, the damage you could do to a little thing like me with hands like those.”
“Tedi,” I sigh.
She laughs. “I’m totally joking. You’re not my type at all.”
Aiden’s eyebrows haven’t come down from being raised to his hairline yet. He glances at me then back at Tedi. “That’s good… I think.”
“You actually believed that?” She laughs and smacks him on the shoulder. “You’re everyone’s type, my man. I mean, center on a professional hockey team, team captain, chiseled jaw, dark hair, and those eyes. They always look like something filthy is going on behind them.”
I want to high-five Tedi—his eyes are exactly what drew me to him. It was like he was undressing me with his eyes and envisioning what he would do to me if we were alone.
Aiden nods. “Thanks?”
“You’re welcome. I don’t mind boosting a guy’s ego once in a while, but don’t hurt my best friend here. Ask her what happened to the other guy who hurt her.” Tedi’s tone grows serious, and her face actually makes her threat believable. Though other than helping me toss Jeremy’s clothes over the balcony, I’m not sure I remember anything else she did to him.
He raises his hand. “I’m only here for her to throw a drink in my face.”
“Which I’m not going to do,” I chime in and earn his attention. Big mistake having those dark eyes on me again.