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“Gentlemen,” Liv said, as she stepped in the room and up to the white board. She smiled at everyone. Except me. “Good morning.”
I am so fucked.
“This is a mistake,” Ron muttered in a voice low enough only I could hear.
That caged tiger living in my chest roared.
I wanted to tear the room apart. I wanted to flip over the desk and chair. I wanted to haul her up over my shoulder and start running as fast as I could back to our cave.
Because that’s how this felt. Primitive.
She looked different. Her honey-blonde hair was in a tight bun on the back of her head. She wore a navy blue pantsuit with a white blouse. Way too formal for this bunch, but it was her first day and she no doubt wanted to make an impression.
The pantsuit said she was all business.
She had mascara on her eyelashes, making her gray eyes luminous.
I wondered if she was standing in that hallway listening to every word these idiots were saying. Except rookie, he’d been the only reasonable one. While I’d been wrestling with the realization that the only woman I wanted to fuck was now the one woman completely off limits to me.
Thiswas why she took off that night. It wasn’t because I lied to her about who I was, it was because she knew today was coming.
The pencil I’d been rolling between my fingers snapped.
That smile on her face faltered and she shot a nervous glance in my direction.
“Okay, let’s begin,” she said. “I don’t need to tell you that the best hockey players in the league are the best skaters. I’m going to throw a lot of numbers at you which will probably make your eyes glaze over, but it’s important we start with the basics. How fast do you skate?”
“Slow, baby. I can go as slow as you like,” Novek said.
There were a couple of nervous laughs, and before Coach could say anything I remembered I was the fucking captain of this team.
I stood and everyone immediately shut up, as they should.
“You know what, Novek? You were a big deal in the European Leagues, but you’re in the NHL now and everyone in this room is a big deal.”
Novek sneered and reclined even further in his chair like a petulant baby.
“Skalsberg?” I said. “How many championships have you won?”
“One,” The Viking said. “With you, Captain.”
“Smith?”
“Two, baby!”
“Coach?” I said, my eyes still on Novek. “How many rings do you have?”
“Three.”
“How many do you want?”
“Four.”
“Funny,” I said. “Me too.”
The room cheered.
“If Coach says this is how we get there, this is how we get there,” I said. “Cut the shit. We’re going to listen to what Miss…I’m sorry I didn’t catch the full name?”
