I should walk away, find some puck bunny to gleefully sit on my lap and tell me what a big, hot, hockey stud I amâtotally true, BTW. But thereâs just something about this feisty redhead I canât let go. Sheâs got an edge to her thatâs sexy as hell and a smart mouth thatâs been tying me up since the night I met her.
She tells me to forget it, weâre not happening. But sheâs not the kind of woman a guy ever forgets. Especially when the air starts to sizzle and pop every time we get within ten feet of each other. Sheâs in my head and under my skin, and all I can think about is the way she looked at me that one timeâlike she already knew how it could be between us.
Iâm not the kind of guy a girl like her takes home...but maybe I want to be.