Page 81 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan

“I just—oh my gosh. I’m so disgusted right now.”

“What is it?”

She looks at me. “You’re not going to laugh, are you?”

“Of course not. What’s going on?”

“Come,” she says, and she ushers me to the side of the room.

“Is everything okay?” I ask her.

She holds up the phone, and it’s my turn for my jaw to drop. Because on the screen is a very large, endowed penis.

“Whoa. What is going on?”

“I think one of the guys I went on a date with sent me this.” She cringes. “Oh my gosh. And he has a message.”

“What does the message say?” I ask.

“‘Would it fit?’” She wrinkles her nose. “Why are men so disgusting?”

“I wish I knew,” I say, shaking my head. “If you want me to deal with him for you, I can.”

“Really? What would you do?”

“We could pretend you want to meet him tonight. And then I show up and knock his two front teeth out.”

“Oh my gosh. Everything isn’t about violence, Tyler.”

“Didn’t you hear? I’m a hockey player. It kind of is.”

She giggles slightly and shakes her head. “I’m just going to delete and block him.”

“I’m sorry that you got that. That sounds kind of traumatic.”

“I’m used to it,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know why men think that we want to see dick pics. Because I don’t know one woman who wants to see one. None of my friends have ever come up to me and been like, ‘Oh my gosh, I just got the most amazing photograph.’ You know what I mean?”

I chuckle. “I guess maybe men are under the assumption that women like it a lot more than they do.”

“I mean, yeah. I think so.” She nods. “So, if you start getting any smart ideas, don’t do it.”

“What do you mean?” I say.

“I mean, if you think about wanting to send me a dick pic, think again. I don’t want one.”

“Because you already have a mental pic, huh?” I say, teasing her.

“You know it,” she says, grinning. “I’ve got a very nice mental picture.” She licks her lips. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind getting another mental picture right now.”

“What are you saying?” I ask her as my heart races,

“I would like to be visually captivated by something other than the artwork in this room right now.”

I grab her hand and pull her toward me. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” I look around the room and see a door. “Come. Let’s go.”

“No, I was just joking.”

“Oh no, Erica. You were definitely not joking.”