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I haven’t seen him since I drunkenly attempted to seduce him on Friday night, and in all honesty, I was sure he was avoiding me. But there’s no way that’s the case after the look he just gave me. God, just thinking about it does all sorts of things to me.
“They’re so sexy when they’re training,” Sophie sighs beside me.
“I know,” I reply, equally as dazed by the scene unfolding before me. He’s like a god on the ice, as fast as lightning and so lethal, you wouldn’t want to get in his way. He draws the attention of the room, whether it’s on the ice or at a party, and damn him, I am no exception to that. I’m the moth and he’s the flame.
Sophie giggles beside me, and I follow her gaze down to Tank who’s got Jaxon by his ankle, dragging him across the slick ice with a childish grin plastered across his face. Coach Harris roars his disapproval as the rest of the team works together to bring Tank down.
“You sure about this whole Tank thing? I mean, it’s not too late to back out,” I joke. “We could hijack the funds from the calendar and make our great escape. We could be sipping cocktails at Bondi by tomorrow afternoon.”
“Fuck, that sounds good,” she muses then smirks. “But so does stripping him naked and seeing just how deep I can take him down my throat.”
Oh geez. She’s got it bad.
Forty minutes later, Coach wraps up the training session and sends the boys to the locker room. “Let’s get out of here before they want to talk about their feelings,” Sophie says.
“Done,” I laugh as we hastily make it out of the arena before we’re doomed to face reality.
We walk home, only stopping to grab a coffee when a bouquet of flowers greets us at the front door. “Please be for me,” Sophie says, reaching down to pluck the card from the top. Her face falls before handing me the card. “Here,” she grumbles.
“What? They’re for me?” I ask, taking the card and flipping it over to find it completely blank.
“Who’s it from?” Sophie asks as she picks up the flowers and heads inside.
I follow behind. “Don’t know. There’s nothing on the card, but I have a pretty good idea,” I tell her, knowing there’s only one man in my life right now.
We head into the kitchen, and I get busy arranging the flowers in a vase, knowing damn well these will end up in Sophie’s room by the end of the day. I take a quick photo and open a new text to Miller.
Dani - Thanks . . .?
Miller - For what? Where did you disappear to? You’re not avoiding me, are you?
Dani - The flowers? And no, I’m not avoiding you at all ;)
Miller - Go out with me?
Dani - . . .
Miller - I’m not going to hurt you, Dani.
Dani - I’m starting to see that.
Miller - Good.
Miller - By the way, I’m going to kick the guy’s ass that’s sending my girl flowers.
Chapter 12
Miller
It’s three weeks into the season and we’re killing it. The Dragons are undefeated and kicking ass. Coach Harris is doing an amazing job busting our balls every training session, and it’s clearly paying off. The championship is going to be ours.
I turn off the shower and wrap a towel around my waist as I head back into the locker room after another brutal training session when I hear Dani’s voice coming from outside the door. “Are you all decent in there?” she calls from just outside.
The boys all murmur a noncommittal “Yeah,” even though the majority of them are as undressed as I am. She pops her head into the locker room and rolls her eyes at the state of my men and groans. Sophie, however, doesn’t give one single fuck. She strolls right past Dani and makes herself comfortable on a bench.
Dani follows behind and catches my eye, immediately looking away from my wet body. I smirk as I watch her clench her thighs together to relieve the ache between her legs that she knows only I can fix. It’s been weeks since I tasted her, and fuck, I would do anything to get between those perfect legs again.
This woman is driving me crazy. The need I have for her grows more intense every day, and I know without a doubt that I’m beginning to fall for her. If only she would come to her damn senses and let me in. She’s mine. Hell, even the boys know it, and I’m pretty damn sure she knows it too. She’s just too damn stubborn to admit it.
“To what do we owe this pleasure?” I ask, forcing that green gaze back to me.
Dani smirks when she realizes I’ve noticed her clenching thighs and her obvious need for me. “I, ahh, there’s something I wanted to pitch to you guys,” she explains with a small cringe that puts a few of the guys on edge.
