Page 13 of Pucking Rebound
“Really.” I reach up and twirl a pigtail she tied up as soon as we arrived around my finger.
“You look like Harley Quinn.” My voice is full of humor.
She scoffs, “I wish. I need hot pants, not a boiler suit, to pull that look off.”
“You look sexy in anything.”
“Even a boiler suit?”
“Especially a boiler suit.”
We’re silent for a beat too long before she says, “You’re flirting with me.”
“Is it working?”
Her eyes drop to my mouth, then back up again, and when she runs her tongue along her bottom lip, I get my answer.It is.
“No,” she lies with a sheepish grin, removing herself from my arms. “What’s next?”
“Cake,” I reply, readjusting my throbbing dick.
“Cake sounds amazing. You’re the best wingman ever.”
“I know.” I stand to my full height and take a bow, pointing toward the changing rooms. “Now move that sexy butt of yours or we’ll miss our reservation.”
Back in my truck, I nervously look around at the several inches of snow that have fallen since we went inside.
“We should take a rain check on dessert and head home.” Lola reads my thoughts then holds her phone up to show me the weather report. “It’s supposed to get worse over the next few hours.” Her voice sounds a little shaky as if she’s anxious to be stuck out in the snow.
So am I.
“Shit. I agree.” I lift my phone out of the center console to cancel our reservation at the dessert restaurant. “Where are you staying tonight?”
“The closest hotel with availability.” Her attention is back on her phone. “Swan Lake View?” she suggests.
“You are not staying there.” It’s a five-star, but I lie, “Their beds are uncomfortable.”
“Chateau Valley then?”
“Nope, no way. They are way overpriced. The breakfast is shit too.” Another lie.
“I’ll let you decide then,” she says, sounding exasperated. “Drop me off wherever you recommend. Anywhere but home. I don’t want to see Graham.” She looks up out of the windscreen. “You had better be quick because the snow is getting thicker, and you need to get home before it gets any worse. Where do you live?”
“My apartment is just around the corner.” I point up ahead of us.
“You have an apartment in the city?”
“Yeah, it makes it easy for me to get to and from the arena.”
Nodding, she smirks, “Figures. Well, drop me off at the nearest hotel to your apartment, please. I’ve already taken up too much of your night.”
“It’s only nine o’clock, Lola.”
“And you have a game tomorrow. You need your sleep.”
“I never sleep well before a game, and I wanted to do something nice for you tonight.”
“You did. I loved everything, thank you. But you have shitty taste in music.”
