Page 74 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan

“It’s okay,” I say. “Sounds better than it is.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Would you like another?”

“Sure. Or… why don’t you surprise me?” I say, crossing my legs.

I watch as he stares at my thigh, and his breathing deepens. I still have an effect on him. That’s good.

“Bar,” he says, tapping his fingers against the countertop. “Can I get a scotch on the rocks and a Long Island iced tea?”

He grins at me. “I think you’ll find that more your speed.”

“If you say so.” I play with my hair and lean toward him. “So, what are you doing in town?”

“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.”

“Nice,” I say. “Sounds like you’re plenty handy.”

“I try.” He leans toward me. “And what do you do, ma’am?”

I laugh. “Really?”

“Really.”

“I guess I’m just a homemaker from the Midwest, taking a break.” I think quickly—because I don’t want this little fantasy play to be cheating on my husband.

“My husband died a couple of years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, ma’am. Do you have any kids who come with you?”

“No kids,” I say. “And I’m single.” I roll my eyes. “I’m from Kansas.”

He laughs. “Don’t tell me your name is Dorothy.”

“Nah,” I giggle. “It’s Samantha.”

Then he starts laughing because he obviously remembers that Samantha is the fake name I gave to Elliott.

“Would you like to get a more comfortable seat, ma’am?” he says. “Or should I call you Samantha?”

“You can call me whatever you like,” I say, really getting into it.

“Maybe I’ll call you Erica. Beautiful name… for a beautiful woman.”

His saying that… that feels real. I freeze for a moment and just stare at him—looking at his face, looking at this man who brought so much pleasure. Who knew me intimately, thoroughly.

And I knew him.

As I think about this man, I think about the things that excited me. As I think about all the things he’s done, he grabs my hand, and I step down from the stool. We walk to a booth in the corner, and he takes a seat first, then pulls me down beside him.

“Sit on my lap if you want.”

“On your lap?” I raise an eyebrow.

He smiles. “Yeah. We could really get to know each other.”

I’m not sure what possesses me to do it, but I decide to sit on him. And I’m pleasantly surprised when I feel his crotch underneath me—hard and firm.

I move back a little bit, and he blows into my ear. “Keep that up, and I don’t know what I might do.”