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“I’m pretty sure you being here is against our rules,” I said, as my entire body pulsed and tingled with full awareness of him.
“No, the rule was we couldn’t talk in the parking lot. Since your apartment is in Siberia, no one will ever see us.”
“Fair point,” I conceded, mostly because I liked him in my apartment. I liked how he filled it up. Made it warmer. “Only, I still don’t actually know why you’re here.”
“What was going on with you and Novek in the hallway before practice?” he asked.
I shook my head. Not going to go there with him. “Just a little prank.”
“In your office? Hmm. It was either gloves or jockstraps and I need to know it wasn’t jockstraps.”
God, jockstraps would have been so much worse. So glad they didn’t think of that.
“Okay, I’m not admitting to anything, but what difference would it have made if it was gloves or jockstraps?”
“Because their penises touch those jockstraps,” he said, deadly serious. “And no one else is getting their penis anywhere around you. Except me.”
“Except you? Uh, we have rules about meeting in the parking lot. I’m pretty sure those rules extend to your penis. You have to stop talking like we’re going to be a thing, Dillon.”
“Did I mention I don’t give a fuck about rules?”
This time I crossed my much smaller, less beefy arms over my chest and glared at him.
“Okay fine,” he said, backing off. For now. “No more talking about my penis. Unless you want to. But the reality is, Liv, if the guys are messing with you like they’re third graders, that’s one thing. If they’re messing with you like they’re high school boys, that’s something else entirely.”
“They didn’t tell you about the prank,” I concluded. That’s why he was here. They were operating behind his back, which, like rules, was probably something else he didn’t care for.
“Because they knew I’d shut it down. We’re professionals. Not kids.”
If I told him what Novek did, or worse, what he implied in that hallway, Dillon would most likely go ballistic on the guy. I’d lose all the ground I’d gained today.
“Well, I’m not telling on anyone,” I told him, sitting down on the other side of the tiny couch. “But if I said I can handle third grade shit, would you be satisfied?”
“Sure,” he said.
He was so big and the couch was so small he made it feel like a love seat. Our thighs touched, our shoulders touched, our arms brushed. I would have shifted away if there was anywhere to go.
Then he did the craziest thing and lifted my thigh and draped it over his, which made us fit better. I jerked, but he settled his hand on my knee as if he was holding my leg in place.
He wasn’t. I could have moved, but I was frozen by the contact. I hated that we fit like this. I hated that it felt so perfectly right. Because it only made the knowledge that we weren’t allowed to have this, that much harder to swallow.
“Dillon,” I sighed, but I wasn’t really protesting. I wasn’t even moving.
“I know,” he said, his voice rough. “Probably against the rules. But we’re just talking.”
It was hard to focus with his rock-hard thigh under mine, but I gave it my best shot.
“Tell me what’s really bothering you,” I nudged him. “That the guys left you out?”
He shook his head. “I’m worried Novek is going to make trouble for you,” he said with a deep sigh.
“It was just a prank, Dillon.”
“No. I mean today, when he left the ice, he went right to the coaches and gave them an earful.”
Uh oh. That made my stomach twist with sudden nerves.
“Yes, but then they made him come back to watch the race to show him what I could do. Honestly, I think the other coaches are on my side,” I said. “Maybe not Gary.”
