Page 12 of The Game
Whenever I’ve scheduled our meeting, his agent calls to say we need to reschedule.
This has been happening all week, and I’m starting to get frustrated.
I understand he’s busy and has a lot on his plate, but so do his teammates, and each one has shown up for their appointments.
Hopefully, we’ll be able to finish this meeting tomorrow, even if it means I’ll have to travel a bit longer to see him.
All the other players I’ve met with have been at the arena.
Alexander, on the other hand, only agreed to meet if I came to his hotel room.
Why he’s even staying in a hotel room is a question mark for me, since the team’s home rink is here, and most of the guys own apartments, but decide that it’s none of my business.
If he prefers to live in a hotel, that’s his choice.
I’m nervous about meeting him, not only because he’s clearly a busy man with little time for chit chat, but also because I’m afraid he’ll think our meeting is a waste of his time.
There’s also the fact that he’s drop-dead gorgeous, and I worry I’ll feel intimidated by him and his presence.
I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I can do this. It doesn’t matter that he’s 6.4 of pure sin and muscle—I’m here to do my job, and I’ll make sure I do it well.
Chapter 3
Alexander
What an exhausting week. It’s been packed with too many pointless meetings—sponsor deals, contract negotiations, team strategy.
Being the captain of an NHL hockey team means you have to do more.
It’s expected, and usually I see it as a privilege.
But these past few weeks? It’s been a drag, and I’m worn out.
It’s been a nonstop flow of meetings and appointments, and I’m ready for it all to be over.
I just want to return to the usual routine. It’s still busy, but not like this.
My weeks typically include lots of practice and gym time.
Then I head back to my condo in the city, another irritating issue I’ve had to deal with recently—the bathroom had a bad leak, making it unusable.
Normally, I would just use the other bathroom, but I figured I could kill two birds with one stone by renovating it.
That led to my current situation: living out of suitcases in a hotel room.
Not my favourite thing to do, but I’ll manage for the next two weeks until my condo is all done and ready.
So, for now, I’m living in a suite that many people would love to visit.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s luxurious and big, but it’s not home.
I’m reviewing game tape, taking notes on the kitchen counter, when I hear a soft knock on the door.
I walk over and open it.
My day just got a lot better.
Standing before me is a stunning blonde with striking blue eyes.
