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It came to a stop eventually and reversed with caution. It pointed in the opposite direction to the cars passing me on my side of the highway. The driver must have crossed four lanes of highway traffic to pull across to me.
Did that make the newcomer my friend or my enemy? I clenched my teeth and tried to push up to my feet but I only succeeded in making a greater ass of myself as I toppled sideways.
The door opened as I righted myself.
I clenched my teeth, expected the worst, and waited.
What other fuckery headed my way this morning?
A pair of slim, toned legs encased in smooth black pants swung out from the driver’s seat. I blinked. They looked sprayed on from the ankles up. My cock decided now was a good time to function, having not gotten its morning wood out of the way, and reminded me sharply of my desperate urge to pee that I had blessedly forgotten.
Nothing like being knocked out and stuffed in the back of a car after a pre-dawn run, especially when they had been considerate enough to let me down over a gallon of water in the aftermath of my light workout on game day before kidnapping me.
The need to relieve myself warred with my desire to inflict serious damage on the assholes who had manhandled me, but when the driver stepped out of the car, I forgot everything, even my name.
Until she said it.
“Napoleon Lancaster? The Emperor?”
Hearing my nickname got my attention. I squinted in the brightness, still headachy and adjusting after so long in a cramped space, but I didn’t recognize her.
Dressed in those spray on plastic or leather looking pants, black high heels topped with a blue sweatshirt that gave her a sexy-comfy vibe I instantly liked. Her straightened blonde hair shimmered down her back. She looked like something out of a damn magazine.
As captain of the college ice hockey team, I’d had my fair share of puck bunnies, but this girl blew them all away.
“Yeah?” I managed to croak while my eyeballs bugged from my head.
She stopped a few feet from me, her hands planted on those gorgeous fucking hips with curves that went for miles, her heels shoulder wimdth apart.
I knelt at her feet and worshiped her.
A faint smile played on lush soft pink lips. “Would you like some help? Frat prank gone wrong? I thought you’d be the one pulling a stunt like that. ”
“I wish,” I grunted. “And thanks for the vote of confidence. Wait, where do you know me from?”
The smile brightened. “Rippton U. Couldn’t leave one of our precious athletes in distress.” She turned to display an Ice Phoenix printed across the back of her sweatshirt. The team slogan, Reborn, Rise, Conquer slashed across its extended wings in bold print. The entire image was wreathed in icy blue flame. She looked at me over her shoulder, and I realized her ice blue gaze matched the phoenix.
“That’s stunning.” Was I talking about her or the sweatshirt? “I don’t remember anything that amazing coming from merchandising.” I should know, I had a closet full of the stuff that got sent out to us whenever they added new items to the list. Which seemed to be every second month.
“Thanks. My roommate designed it. She’s a digital game design major but she does logos and all sorts of amazing stuff.”
“She’s got talent.” I grinned, and raised my wrists. “Help a player out?”
Her smile turned wicked as she withdrew a slim blade from her back pocket. “Not a problem.”
My mouth went dry. “Ah, that’s not what I—” I broke off as she slipped the sharp edge straight through the tape at my wrists and had done my ankles but the time that I had picked the tape from my arms. The tattered pieces held far too many of my hairs as their trophies but I couldn’t argue with being free.
Plus, I had a game to play.
“Thank you. Is there a chance of getting back to Rippon in a hurry? I don’t even know where we are.”
“They did a job on you, didn’t they? What did you do? Never mind, don’t answer that.” She held up a hand to halt a protest that died a short death on my lips. “It’s forty minutes back. Hop in.” She gestured to her car.
I wouldn’t last that long. The memory of the water I’d drunk at the gym tweaked the rising pressure. “Uh…” I received a raised eyebrow for my efforts. “It’s been a while,” I waved vaguely at the area in front of my crotch. “I need to—” I gave her a pained smile, turning my back to the passing traffic. My options were to either sit in pain for the next near hour or choose a foot high desert bush to pee on.
“Oh!” Her face flaming, she spun around in my peripherals. A moment later the car door slammed behind her.
I hoped she wouldn’t drive off on me while I relieved myself.
