“What’s wrong? You Viper girls too good to dance with the likes of us?” my new dance partner says.
The Bandits have a bit of a reputation for being rough and violent on the ice. While they might get some bad press for the way they play, as far as the bunnies are concerned, the Bandits are up there with the best players to snag. Fight hard, fuck harder is one of the many terms I’ve heard used to describe them.
Unfortunately for the guy behind me, I’m not interested in finding out if the rumors are true.
“If you think I’m here because I’m a bunny, you really need to reconsider,” I shoot over my shoulder. Twisting a little farther, I try to figure out who I’m talking to.
Andrey Petrov.
I might not want him, but still, a little thrill shoots through me.
This man is a legend.
His stats are incredible. Top goal scorer the last two seasons running, and only a few games into this season and it’s likely he’s heading in the same direction again.
And he’s here, dancing with me.
What the actual hell?
But as shocked and awed as I might be,there isn’t an inch of my body that burns for him. Not a single flicker of interest.
His chuckle is dark and full of promise. I’m sure it works wonders on other women. But I’m not other women.
I’m Casey Watson, and there has only ever been one hockey player who’s wormed his way in. And not just to my body. Kodie is deeply rooted in my head, my heart, and quite possibly my soul.
I let out a sigh as we continue moving.
I’m sure if I were to twist out of his hold, he’d let me go. But I don’t.
I might not be interested in anything he has to offer, but I also can’t deny how good his hands feel holding me, and how comforting his presence behind me is.
This week has been awful. Hell, everything since the moment Kodie found me with Sutton and the Polar Bears has been torture.
The pain in my chest, the longing...all of it is just too much.
How can someone make such a huge impact on your life in such a short space of time?
I groan before leaning back into him. For a few minutes, I let my eyes close and embrace the moment.
I try to ignore the constant ache in my chest and the disappointment that drips through my veins that the man behind me isn’t the one I want.
The beat of the song changes, making Andrey move a little faster behind me, and I gasp when I feel him hard against my ass.
Surely not.
I blink, confused.
This man could literally have any woman on the planet, and right now, he’s hard for me.
Talk about a headfuck.
But even still, I don’t feel a freaking thing.
That’s just how broken I am.
“Don’t worry, I know exactly who you are, Watson,” he groans in my ear, reminding me that I said something.
“Then why?—”
