“Yeah. Okay.” I took a deep breath. “She was an ice girl. Hired at the beginning of this season.”
Honor didn't wait to hear the rest of the story. “And you fucked her, didn't you?”
“No. I didn't fuck her.” I paused. “But … she did give me head a couple months ago.”
“Oh, so sheonlysucked your dick? That's fantastic. Glad I could be her replacement in so many ways. And so that's why she doesn't work here anymore, I take it?”
“Well, … look. She did it because she hated Madison. She threw herself at me, Honor. A girl comes at me like that, what am I supposed to do?”
“I don't know. Not fuck everything that moves, maybe?”
“I didn't fuck her.”
“Whatever. She sucked your dick. You know what I mean.”
“Do you wanna hear the story or not?”
Honor groaned. “Fine. Go ahead.”
“She texted me her address and told me I should come over. So I did. Without me knowing, shealsoinvited Madison over. When Madison barged in, Allison had me—err, you know—on the living room couch.”
“Ugh.”
“Yeah. One hell of a way to quit a job, I guess.”
“How many ice girls have you fucked?”
“Zero.”
She laughed. “Bullshit.”
“Look, I don't know if you realize this or not, but I don't have to hit up theice girlswhen I want ass—” The line went dead. “Aw, fuck,” I muttered to myself.
I called her again. Thankfully, she answered. “Hey, sorry. That was crass. What I meant to say was, I don't need the workplace drama. I've seen it with my teammates and trust me, it's not pretty when it goes wrong. You have toseethose girls on the ice during games, after all … you can imagine, it can get pretty bad.”
“Yeah, I can imagine. So why'd you hook up with Allison?”
“I've … I've had a bad year. Everyone knows that. I've been—spiraling, I guess? I've been out of control. I hate it.”
“Is that why you made a move on me the other night? Because you're 'spiraling' and out of control?”
“I dunno.” I paused. “Maybe at first. But the more I think about you …”
I had the sudden urge to just sayfuck itand hang up the phone. But I gritted my teeth and waited for the sense of hopeless frustration to pass.
“Look, yeah, the first night I met you after your audition? I thought you were really cute, even if you were pissed and kinda snappy.”
She tutted.
“Hey, it's true. I don't blame you though! Your moron boyfriend left you stranded. But … something about you struck me as being different. Oh, and the way you did your hair? With the crown of braids? I thought you looked like a princess.”
“Stop it, Hunter, you're being cheesy.”
“The point is … yeah, I wanted to make a move on you that first night. But I also thought better of it. Because you're different, somehow. I didn't quite know how at first. But the more I talk to you, the more I think I'm right about that.”
She quietly let that soak in.
“I need to know something right now: is there, or was there ever, anything between you and Madison? Anything at all.”
