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I pose for a few pictures, noticing the evil eye Rhett is throwing my way and doing my darnedest to keep everything polite and professional, even when one of them tries to grope my ass. I’m sure the Bruiser Brother’s would pay good money for this kind of attention.
“We’re going to a party later at the Red Door.”
“It’s going to be fucking banging.”
“Don’t worry, the three of us like to share.”
“We’ve never been with a hockey player before.”
“But we’d like to be.”
“Especially one as hot as you.”
“And that British accent…”
“Well,” I grit out, pulling away from the three of them before this gets out of control, “I’ll certainly keep that in mind. I hope you ladies have a great time, and it was a pleasure meeting you.”
“You have my number.” One of the blondes gives me a quick hug and then winks. “Use it.”
Not bloody likely. Did the old me really get off on this kind of attention?
Before I can give myself a reality check, I follow the waitress back to the table and sit back down between Avery and her very growly brother.
Rhett nods my way, a slight smirk on his face. “You have lipstick on your chin.”
“Fuck off, mate.” I take a sip of my Diet Coke and put my hand back on top of Avery’s.
She’s still tense, but she doesn’t pull away. I don’t know if she’s keeping it there because she feels financially obligated to, or if she actually wants me touching her.
I hate that I don’t know the difference, and I hate even more that I need to know the answer.
This feels like we’re crossing the lines of our agreement, yet at the same time, we didn’t set any parameters, and sheissupposed to be my girlfriend.
“One of them gave you her number.” It’s not a question and I’m not about to deny it. I won’t lie to her. This arrangement won’t work if I do.
“Yeah.” I grunt, removing my hand from hers to fish the slip of paper from my pocket. I toss it on the table in front of her. “I don’t need it. I already have everything I need.”
She looks at me like she doesn’t believe me but grabs the paper anyway, her eyes never leaving mine. We stay like that, watching each other, as she reaches for the center of the table and drops the slip of paper in the glass candle.
Neither one of us see it burn.
Her hand comes back by mine and I have every intention of holding it again when my phone buzzes with a text. With an internal groan, I pull it from the inside pocket of my suit jacket and swipe it open.
Lucas Finn: Good game tonight. My favorite part was when you went ape-shit on the guy sitting next to your girl on the kiss cam. Now be a good boyfriend and take a few pictures of the two of you for social media.
Me: You’re a dick.
Lucas Finn: That’s why you pay me the big bucks.
Lucas Finn: Better get snapping away. Those pictures aren’t going to take themselves.
He really is a dick, but he’s not wrong. If we’re putting on this fake front we need to do it right, and the fans will expect some kind of official announcement from me on my socials.
Especially after pulling that caveman move on the ice tonight.
Fuck.
I really am losing my shit around this woman. If anything, Lucas’s text came at the perfect time.
