He’s my boss. I shouldn’t have followed him like a lost little puppy just because he looks killer in a designer suit and rolls his hips in a way that had every woman in the arena wishing she were beneath him.
Get a grip, Freya.
I will myself to turn around and let him continue, but before I manage it, his eyes collide with mine.
I freeze under his intense gaze.
Rett Donnelly mutters something to him before sliding into the booth where the other players have congregated, leaving Cole standing there.
When his eyes shift, releasing me from his gaze, I spin around.
My heart is racing as I question whether I’m going to be able to sneak out. I’m pretty sure Casey and Parker are distracted; I don’t think they’ll notice. Cole has probably already been dragged into a conversation by now.
With my pajamas and my bed calling, I lift my drink to my lips to finish it before heading out.
I’ve just placed it back on the bar and am ready to slip from my stool when a deep voice rumbles behind me.
“It looks like you need another. May I?”
A man slips in beside me and gestures for the server.
“Another for the lady, and I’ll take a beer.”
I’m too stunned to tell him that I was about to leave. Instead, I sit there watching him, wondering why out of all the women here, he’s chosen to buymea drink.
“I’m Levi,” he says, “And you look lonely.”
“Wow,” I laugh, mostly to myself.
“So, did you go to the game tonight?” he asks as his eyes briefly drop to my LA Vipers hoodie.
“Yeah,” I answer. “You?”
“Sure did. The guys are on fire this season. It’s incredible to watch.”
“Yeah,” I say again, internally kicking myself for being so awkward.
As our drinks appear, I’m convinced that he’s going to pick his up and walk away again. I’m pretty sure every other woman in this place knows how to hold a conversation; whereas, I sound like a parrot who only knows a handful of words.
“So, what brings you here post-game? I don’t get the impression you’re a bunny.”
“No. I’m friends with some of the WAGs.”
“Ah, I see. Hockey players not your type?”
I shake my head before taking a sip. “I’m not really dating right now.”
“Me either,” he agrees. “I’m just…enjoying meeting new people.”
“Right.”
“Shit, that sounds really bad, doesn’t it. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’m enjoying having the pressure taken off, is what I mean. It’s freeing not to be constantly worrying about if something is going somewhere or not.”
I nod, taking another sip of my drink.
