Page 19 of Pucking Rebound
“Great, I just need something to sleep in.”
“Sleep naked.”
“Jordy,” I warn, narrowing my eyes, while my heart hammers at the idea of being naked in the same apartment as Jordy Miller.
He smiles cheekily. “I’ll give you a tee shirt.”
“You don’t happen to have face wash and moisturizer I can use, do you?”
“I do.” He runs his hands over his cleanly shaved face. “Gotta keep the skin looking smooth for the media.”
“And for the puck bunnies.” I’m nosey, desperate to find out if he’s had other girls here.
“Never slept with a puck bunny.”
“Oh.”
“There has only ever been Sienna.”
Like a defibrillator jump-starting my startled brain from that information, I’m double shocked. “Right.” I can’t believe someone so hot has only ever slept with one woman. One.
“I’m one of the good guys, Lola. I don’t fuck around.”
“Good to know.” His admission makes me feel normal. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was in my last year at college.
Graham was only the second person I ever slept with.
I’m one of the good guys.
Jordy doesn’t need to tell me that. I know he is.
“Well, now you know, Lola. Happy?” He knew I was fishing for details.
“It wasn’t really any of my business.” I play with the zip on my jacket.
“I wanted to make ityourbusiness.”
The penny drops. He wanted me to know his relationship status.
He’s not just single, and ready to mingle. He’s single and wants me.
The intensity of the spark between us is scorching hot. I’m not sure my heart can take anymore. Or my mind, it feels like it’s short-circuiting. I need to sit in a bath of ice to cool me down, or do some serious self-care because the need to get myself off is deep… and I need it now. I rub my heated forehead and change the subject. “Do you happen to have a spare toothbrush and some toothpaste?”
A vibrator?
There’s a pregnant pause before he replies, “I’ll have Edgar bring me a toothbrush from reception. They keep stock of them down there.” He taps on his phone quickly, then holds his finger in the air to clear up whatever is on his mind that I didn’t even think of. “Going back to what we just discussed, I never have women over, if that’s what you are thinking.” He shakes his head. “I only know they stock toothbrushes because my sisters told me. You know, for when they invite guys back.” He gags. “I don’t even want to think about them like that.” His body shakes off the disgust he’s obviously feeling.
I've seen his twin sisters at the arena before at games. Scarily identical, I would struggle to tell them apart. They shout the loudest of profanities. Gorgeous they might be, but hockey makes them feral.
“Your sisters live here too?” I ask.
“On the floor below. They have a habit of helping themselves to my fridge, just in case you hear someone in the middle of the night shuffling about like a wild animal who hasn’t eaten for months. It’ll be one, or both of them.”
I point at the fridge, silently questioning why they can’t organize themselves.
“They’re both doctors, work stupid shifts and crazy long hours.”
“Ah.”
