“Wow. I really have no words. You’re something else. Let me be clear, I’m not even attracted to you.” She avoids eye contact with me the closer I come towards her, and I can’t help the smirk that comes across my face.
“Go ahead and lie, whatever helps you sleep at night, Princess,” I whisper in her ear as I circle around her, her head whipping around to follow my movements.
The slamming of a door in the distance makes her jump in place and start to slip backwards. I catch her around her slim yet curvy waist and haul her up against my chest. I take a deep breath, my chest expanding with her every breath as we stand there in silence. What is it about this girl that gets my blood pumping and makes everything else fade away into the background when she’s around?
“Y-You can let go now,” she whispers in a low hushed tone. I almost don’t hear her, but I slowly release her until my hands are tingling as they hang loosely at my sides.
She turns around swiftly and plants her slim fingers on my pecs, her hands digging into my shirt. Peeping under her lashes at me, her blue eyes sparkle with mischief and she licks her upper lip, which draws my attention.
“Captain…” she says huskily. I inch closer to her with my head inclined towards hers as she rises a little on her blades.
“Yes, Princess?” I mutter, my eyes flickering to hers and then back to her lips inches away from mine, our breaths sharing the same space.
“Get the hell off my ice,” she breathes and pushes me away, making me stumble on my skates. “Bob! Can you play Halsey’s ‘Gasoline’ for me?” she shouts in the direction of where Bob’s office is while staring at me the whole time.
The speakers blare to life with static, and she takes off to the center of the rink like a rocket, a speed that impresses me. I shake my head to clear my thoughts as I turn around to pick my shit up off the ice. I shove my gloves back on with angry jerky movements, fully intent on staying right here on the ice. Two can play this game. A song starts to play with a soft melody, and I can’t help but watch as she starts to move with the music. Her arms rise in the air as she bends backward at an angle that shows her long, graceful neck. I’d like to take a bite of that neck and leave my mark, my teeth written into her skin.
Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me? I run a gloved hand over my head, no doubt making my hair stick up everywhere.
When the music turns upbeat with lyrics that I understand at a deep level, she takes off in wide, fast circles. Her face stays stoic, her bowed lips pursed in anger, yet I don’t even think she realizes I’m still here. She’s moving with the music like she owns the ice. She’s more than beautiful, and I’ve never seen someone with a passion such as hers. I lean against my hockey stick, holding off practice just so I can watch her more. Maybe I’m turning into a stalker? Fuck, I can’t look away, even if I tried. She switches direction in the blink of an eye, skating backwards while crouching low before straightening with a jump as she swirls in the air. My heart stops for a second there until her blade touches back down on the ice with a spray of ice shavings from the impact. She picks up her pace, speeding faster and heading towards the center of the rink with a determined look in her blue eyes. I squeeze my hockey stick, barely breathing, because she’s about to do something that requires strength. She hits the middle and jumps again in a swirl, but mid-air, she does a split. She lands backward and glides with her right leg extended straight out behind her. My hockey stick drops from my hands with a clatter as I draw in a breath, the noise catching her attention. She whips her head over in my direction with a scowl, and fuck if it’s not adorable.
“Enjoying the show, stalker?” she sasses, and my eyes drift to her retreating ass as she skates to the boards to exit… I’d like to bite that delicate, peachy ass too.
What the hell is wrong with me?! I want to sink my cock in some pussy, but I don’t want the mess that comes with it. I’m almost dreading the party tomorrow night because of all the fake, horny women trying to get into my pants. It’s been months since I’ve been laid, but I just keep thinking about my ex, who ruined it all for me. I made a promise to myself that I’d stay away from women and focus on my career. Maybe if I can get the Princess to hate me, she’d get out of my head. I almost regret what I’m about to do, since she’s only going to look at me with anger in those burning eyes and hate my dirty mouth.
“I did enjoy it. You’re very talented, Princess.” I glide over to her as she spins around with astonishment on her gorgeous face.
Slowly moving towards her, I take in her heart-shaped face with her blonde eyebrows that clash with her pink hair. She’s almost too beautiful…she’s just more. By the time I make it over to her, she’s checked me out from head to toe with a slight blush staining her cheeks.
“I…uh, thank you?” she mumbles. Obviously, she’s not used to compliments as she looks down. I wasn’t lying. She is talented…talented enough to make it to the Olympics.
“You’re welcome. But you know what else I would enjoy?” I stare into her widening eyes as she glances up, and a slow grin spreads across my face when she shakes her head a little.
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