Page 94 of So This Is War
And that’s how it’s done. Distract and deflect.
As if I would tell them what’s going on. No fucking way.
They’d tease me relentlessly because being the intelligent man I am, I know that payback is a bitch. And what I teased them about will only come back with a vengeance.
They’d also be too loud and fucking obnoxious about something meant to be discreet. They have no filter and, within an hour, no doubt Coach Wood would find out about my crush and have me hanging by the balls in his office like a freshly butchered lamb leg.
Keeping them in the quiet, in the unknown, is the best decision.
Happy with myself, I head down the hallway behind them, smirking just as I hear my name. I look over to see Wylie, waving me down, her low-hanging shirt doing nothing to conceal her tits from the chilly arena air.
Either she has nipples of steel or that bra holds the girls up but doesn’t conceal because she’s clearly cold, if you catch my drift.
Being the lust-sick asshole that I am, a fleeting thought of holding her close to warm her up passes through my mind before it’s quickly squashed with reality.
Not going to happen, man.
“Hey, Levi, can I talk to you for a second?” Wylie says, waving me down.
“Sure. What’s up?” I ask as I skate over to her.
“Sorry to bother you,” she says as a few of the guys skate by us, skating annoyingly close so I have to move right in front of her.
“It’s fine, what’s up?”
She touches the front of my jersey, adjusting it against my pads. It’s very intimate, something a girlfriend would do.Not my assistant.From an outsider looking in, you’d think that she’s anything but my assistant, especially with her top being at my eye level and the way my eyes keep drifting down.
I know I talk about it a lot, but seriously, she’s so achingly hot.
“Your suits. Did you want me to get new ones for you, or get your current ones dry-cleaned?”
“A new suit,” I say. “Did I not put my measurements down?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Oh, sorry about that.”
She plays with the collar of my jersey, and I want to ask her what the hell she’s doing, but I get distracted by her gorgeous eyes instead.
Those stormy gray eyes.
“Not a problem,” she says, pulling me back into the present. “Should I just take one of your current suits in and have them match it?”
I swallow and wet my lips. God, what I wouldn’t give to fuck her on the bench right now. It’s always been a fantasy of mine. The bench, the locker room, and on the ice. A chilly feat, but I’d be up for the challenge.
“Levi?”
“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, that would be best.”
“Okay, thanks. Don’t want your suits to be too tight in the crotch, right?” She winks.
You keep hanging out with me, and they’ll always be tight in the crotch.
“Yeah, definitely don’t want that.” I stare into her mesmerizing eyes, comparing them to the iciness of the ice. A foggy morning. A pair of newly sharpened?—
“Posey!” Coach yells, scaring the living daylights out of me. “What the hell are you doing?”
Mother of fuck, I think I just piddled.
