Page 99 of Slap Shot Seduction


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Joe leaned toward me. “Her name is Shayna. I think she has a crush on me. Poor thing. Too young to know any better, huh?”

“What’s wrong with her age?” I asked.

“I’m at least ten years older than her.”

“So?”

“I figured you’d object.”

“I didn’t come all the way here to judge you on who you date.”

“That’s right.”

“I thought I was going to show up and find you pacing, foaming at the mouth, throwing tables, ready to fight.”

“Oh. Right.” Joe stood up. He whistled and pointed across the bar. “You. Both of you. Ralphie. Jack. I’m going to fucking destroy you. Ready?”

I saw the two men stare at Joe with terror.

I grabbed Joe’s sleeve and pulled. “You’ve made your point. You tricked me to get here. You really think that makes me want to talk to you at all, Joe?”

“Hey, listen to me, I wasn’t kidding when I called you. I swear on it. Those guys were getting on my nerves. I pictured myself beating the hell out of them. I’m talking…”

“Go ahead,” I said. “Get it off your chest, Joe. It’s why I’m here, right?”

“You’re not all dressed up fancy and talking about our session. I’m a little confused right now.”

Joe winked at me.

Without realizing it, I smiled.

I laughed for a second.

“What, Anna?”

“You’re such an asshole, Joe. I’m sorry. But… you really are.”

Joe leaned closer to me. “You really want to know this stuff?”

“I left my comfortable hotel room for this. Start talking.”

“Wait. You’re sleeping in a hotel room?”

I waved a finger at Joe. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you.”

Joe’s jaw tightened with concern.

And I was all too familiar with that look in his eyes.

Eyes of protection.

“Well?” I asked.

“Okay,” he said. “Shayna’s been flirting with me from the second I showed up. So I had the urge to grab those two guys and smash their heads together. Knock them out with one hit. And then climb over the bar, grab Shayna and have my way with her.”

My heart sank.

Jealousy moved through my body faster than I ever thought it could.

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