I should walk away, find some puck bunny to gleefully sit on my lap and tell me what a big, hot, hockey stud I amātotally true, BTW. But thereās just something about this feisty redhead I canāt let go. Sheās got an edge to her thatās sexy as hell and a smart mouth thatās been tying me up since the night I met her.
She tells me to forget it, weāre not happening. But sheās 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. Sheās in my head and under my skin, and all I can think about is the way she looked at me that one timeālike she already knew how it could be between us.
Iām not the kind of guy a girl like her takes home...but maybe I want to be.