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He blinks. “Like what?”
“A sub. Or a salad. What did you think I meant?”
“I’ve no idea.” He shrugs. “I just wasn’t expecting you to offer me something to eat.”
My cheeks flush as I remember offering him something to eat last night. And when I bring myself to look at him that darkness is back again.
“No sub then?”
He shakes his head. “No sub. But thank you.”
I brush past him and reach for the door. “You’re welcome.”
There, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Now that it’s over and done with, maybe we can forget it ever happened. That thought lasts until I reach my car and let out a long, agonizing breath.
My heart is still slamming against my ribcage. And I’m still remembering him dropping to his knees in front of me.
It’s simultaneously the hottest and most embarrassing thing that’s happened to me.
But hot seems to be winning out.
* * *
“You dirty minx,” Rachel says when we’re talking on the phone that evening. She sounds like she’s trying to keep from laughing. “You’ve hardly been there five minutes and you’re already hooking up with a hockey player, even though you told me you hated them. What else has been going on? Orgies on the ice? Horny stuff with hotdogs? I need to get out of New York and find me some provincial guy.”
“He’s AHL not NHL,” I point out. It was a mistake to tell her about last night. I probably shouldn’t have called her at all. But I’m sitting in my beautifully sterile serviced apartment with nobody to talk to. I literally don’t trust anybody else not to spread the gossip and I needed to let it out to somebody.
It’s killing me that I was such an idiot.
The good news is that I know where Rachel’s skeletons are. Like the time she hooked up in an elevator at our Christmas party.With the guy who was repairing the elevator.
“Wait,” she says. “I’ve got his picture on my phone now. He’s hot.”
“Hmm.” This isn’t helping. Because yes, Eli is hot if you like that kind of thing. Which I don’t because me and hockey players don’t go together.
“And he really dropped to his knees and put his face in your crotch?”
I grimace. “You make it sound crude.”
This time she really does laugh. “Honey, of course I do. Because itiscrude. In the sexiest of ways. When was the last time a guy breathed you in like that?”
“Um, never?” With most of my exes – and there haven’t been many – oral sex was a one-way street. They definitely didn’t seem to love breathing me in.
My cheeks flame because Eli looked like he enjoyed it a lot. At least for a brief second. And for that moment it felt so good.
“You think it would have continued if the lights hadn’t flickered?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “Hopefully one of us would have come to our senses.” Preferably me, because I’m not good at rejection.
Ah yeah, but he rejected me later anyway.
It shouldn’t have happened.That’s what he said. Along with offering to quit.
And now I’m panicking again, because maybe I’m the one who should quit. Iwantto quit. To get away from here. Don’t I?
“Why would you have come to your senses?” Rachel asks, genuinely confused. “If a guy like that dropped to his knees for me…”
“Because he’s a client.”
