Last thing I wanted or needed were text messages from drunk teammates while I was trapped in a hotel room.
Not to mention the fact that I chased Anna away with my comment. Which I had to properly address to her. And myself.
Rome suggested I take full of advantage of everything being paid for by the billionaire owners of the hockey team.
Meaning.
Raid the fridge of booze.
Order some food.
Rent some dirty movies.
I had the remote in my hand, ready to click on some obscure title when I heard the knock at my door.
I looked away fromREBECCA CALLS A PLUMBER AND GETS HER ASS FILLEDto the door.
My thumb worked fast to get the hell out of the dirty movie screen.
Fucking Rome.
What a stupid idea.
And even more stupid that I almost clicked and rented the movie.
What the hell is wrong with me?
The knocking continued.
“Who is it?” I called out as I approached the door.
“It’s me, Joe,” the voice said.
Anna.
She didn’t even say her name.
Or call herselfDr. Autumn.
I rubbed my jaw and half thought about telling her to go away.
That I had a woman in my room.
Instead, I threw open the door for her.
I knew I was going to do that.
It was Anna. How could I not open the door and see her?
Her look of a hoodie and pajama bottoms made me grab the door so hard, I thought there would be finger indents.
“I have no hot water in my room,” she said. “And all I wanted to do was take a shower.”
My grip tightened on the door even more.
I looked to my right at my bathroom.
Then at Anna again.