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“Yeah. To some Victoria’s Closet model. My mom is good friends with Victoria so she told her at a garden party in the Hamptons on Labor Day weekend.” Brooke holds a hand up to me. “But you can’t say anything to anyone because, like, nobody knows about it and she’s still in the middle of divorcing some Greek shipping mogul so it would really mess up her life if anyone found out.”
My heart sinks to my feet. That makes sense. Of course he’s with an underwear model. “Whatever, I met him on the plane. He’s pretty full of himself.”
“When you look like him and play like him, you can afford to be full of yourself.” Brooke shakes her head and stares at him some more.
Tasha and I make our way down to the dressing room, managing to ditch Brooke when a few more of the girls came into the arena and she needed to rush over to tell them the big news. I manage to put Clint Sullivan out of my head and get back to remembering why I’m here. Tasha and I sit in silence on the long wooden bench and grin at each other.
I whisper to her, “We made it.”
“We sure as shit did, hun.”
I lean back against the smooth wall behind me and close my eyes. As soon as I do, Clint’s face pops into my mind, just as it’s done every time I’ve closed my eyes since the flight two days ago. I sit up straight and open my eyes, willing myself to just forget him and his dream girl in her tiny panties and D cups.
“You okay?” Tasha asks.
“Yup. Great. Never better.”
“You sure? Because you’ve been pretty distracted since we got here.”
“Of course I’m distracted. We’re at the freaking Winter Games.”
“I’m thinking it might have more to do with a certain hockey player who couldn’t stop walking past your seat while you slept the entire flight.”
My cheeks burn hot. “He did not. And even if he did, I would never go for a guy like him. He’s a big meathead.”
She shrugs. “Haven’t you ever heard that opposites attract?”
“Not in this case…” I trail off when the door swings open and in walks Clint looking absolutely enormous with the extra height from his skates.
He smiles when he sees me and lets the door shut behind him. “Feisty kitty.”
“Aren’t you in the wrong dressing room?”
“Since you’re in here, it looks pretty right to me.” His helmet is off and his dark hair is soaked with sweat, and for some stupid reason, my girl parts are finding that attractive instead of a turnoff.
Tasha quickly stands, saying, “I forgot to bring that thing I left at that place…”
“No, you didn’t forget it,” I say through gritted teeth. “I picked it up for you. It’s in my b—”
The door swings shut behind her, leaving me alone with Hottie McEngaged Man. He gives me that smirk that makes my knees buckle and I force myself to look away.
“Well, great to see you. Good luck out there.” I reach down and pull a skate out of my bag, then attempt to put it on over my right Ugg boot.
Clint chuckles. “Is that the secret to all those twirls you ladies do? You wear your winter boots under your skates?”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, yeah, I’m a little…keyed up at the moment, so if you don’t mind, I should try to calm myself down a bit before practice.”
“Do I make you nervous, Kitty?”
“No. Why would someone like you make me nervous?”
“Because I want you. Kitty and all.”
My mouth drops open and instead of closing it, I bite my bottom lip. Clint stares at me and I swear to God he’s pulling all the dirty thoughts I’ve had about him out of my mind. I’m suddenly flush with embarrassment and lust. Underwear model fiancée. I clear my throat and sit up tall. “Listen, thanks for the flattery. I’m sure most girls would jump at the chance to be your Winter Games hook-up, but I’m not one of them.”
“Oh, no, Kitty,” he says, shaking his head a little. “This wouldn’t be just a hook-up. If you and I get this fire started, it’s going to burn hot, hard, and for a very long time.”
