Page 16 of The Game
Just as I had feared, he was every dark craving wrapped up in a handsome package of a man.
I shake my head, stupid hormones and bodily reactions.
That’s all it is. It’s just been a while since I’ve been with a man, no big deal.
At first, I couldn’t believe I actually slapped him. I’m not a physical person, but it kind of just happened.
God.
What came over me?
What if he reports me for physical assault?
Hitting the team captain wasn’t really in my plan when I woke up this morning.
I call Jessica, and I’m relieved when she picks up.
“Hey girl!”
I huff, and she asks me what’s going on, so I immediately start telling her about my run-in with Alexander.
“I just met the biggest fucking asshole ever. Seriously, I thought the guys playing in the NHL were men, but as far as I’m concerned, they’re a bunch of babies.” I may be a little quick to judge them all based on their captain’s actions, but I’m angry and need to get this off my chest.
There will be time for rational thoughts later.
“I’ve been working my butt off to create media strategies for the different players, based on the information the team has given me. Most of my meetings with the players have gone well, but today I was meeting with the team’s captain, Alexander McGregor, and he accused me of being a fucking prostitute!” I almost yell toward the end of my rant, and Jessica shrinks into the phone.
“What?!” I keep telling Jessica about the situation, even sending her a picture of my outfit so she’ll confirm that I look chic and daring, yet still professional and sharp.
“Oh god Jess, what if he reports me for physical assault? This whole internship might be over before it even starts.”
I’ve reached my car, but I keep pacing outside, not quite ready to sit still yet.
“Calm down, Sarah. He was the first to assault you by calling you a hooker.”
Yeah, that makes sense.
He was the first to screw up; I shouldn’t worry about this.
I try to calm my racing heart as Jessica continues being the best friend ever, assuring me that I have nothing to worry about.
When I finally settle down, I ask her to distract me and tell me about her and Luke. I settle into my car andstart driving back toward the arena as Jessica tells me all about the wonderful oral sex she received.
I sigh on my end of the line, happy that at least one of us is getting some action.
It makes me happy to hear the joy Jessica radiates and how Luke makes her feel.
Even though it’s still early and she has her doubts, I can tell she already cares for this guy.
I park my car outside the arena, get out, and head to the entrance, where I wave to Clarissa.
Jessica has always been the more cautious one when it comes to guys—moving carefully, afraid she’ll get her heart broken.
As for me, I usually dive right in, but on my own terms.
I like to keep guys at a certain distance, and some would say I can be cold. It’s not the first time an ex has called me that.
I know what I want, and if he doesn’t give it to me, then we’re done—simple as that. I may have never experienced the big, great love, but I’m okay with that.
