Page 94 of Slap Shot Seduction


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I stood up.

I never saw someone dig their heels into a hard surface the way he did.

He put his arms out for balance and his eyes were bigger than the television screen.

“Are we okay watching hockey?” I asked, lumbering over to Ralphie.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a massive man,” he said. “You should be playing football or something, buddy. Holy shit. How tall are you?”

“Go back to where you came from and leave me the fuck alone,” I ordered.

“Yes, sir,” Ralphie said.

He wandered away, making comments about my height.

I looked to my left and saw Shayna staring at me. Almost drooling.

I sat back down and she came right to me.

Leaning forward over the bar.

“Thank you for not hitting him,” she said.

“This time,” I said.

“I mean, if you had to, I wouldn’t say anything against you. I can’t stand when Ralphie is here. He just says dumb things and the drunker he gets… he grabs at me.”

“Sounds like you need to throw a punch or two yourself.”

“Or you can do it for me,” Shayna said with a grin.

She pushed away from the bar and turned around to walk away.

I saw the way she wiggled her ass in her cut-off jean shorts.

She even looked over her shoulder to make sure I was looking.

Fuck… tonight was going to be trouble…

Second period.

We were down three goals to two.

Shayne kept flirting.

Ralphie got louder.

“I’m telling ya, sweetie, you have to change this trash sport,” Ralphie said and laughed.

Nobody else around him laughed.

Someone leaned toward Ralphie and told him to shut up.

Ralphie then swatted the guy’s beer glass right off the bar.

“How’s that, Jack?” Ralphie yelled.

Shayna looked at me.

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