Kill me now.
As I’m waiting for the ground to swallow me up, he begins typing.
Cole: Hands down, the green one.
“Of course,” I breathe.
Cole: You look beautiful, by the way.
“Oh my god.”
Cole: I’ve gotta go. I hope you have a good night. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
Freya: Thank you. Good luck. I’ll be watching and cheering you on x
I hit send and instantly regret the kiss.
For goodness’ sake, Freya. Why are you such an idiot with this guy?
You do not send your boss kisses at the end of messages.
To be fair, you also shouldn’t send videos that show you wearing nothing but a towel, but oh well, here we are.
I startle when my cell buzzes again, and I cringe, imagining what kind of response he might have to that.
But when I look, he hasn’t responded; he has read it, though.
It’s Casey with a photo of the dress she’s wearing tonight.
“Christ,” I mutter. It’s smaller than my green one.
Freya: Kodie will have an aneurysm when he sees you in that.
Casey: Why do you think I’m wearing it? He’ll only get to reap the benefits if they win, though.
Freya: They’ll win.
Casey: Oh, I like this confidence on you.
Casey: Wear the dress that scares you the most. It’ll be worth it. Promise.
I lower my cell and stare at the dress.
This could either be the best decision I’ve made, or the worst.
I guess only time will tell.
“Oh, you motherfucker,”Casey bellows as someone crosschecks Kodie and sends him flying into the boards.
“Oh god,” I whimper as Linc races over and gets in the D man’s face. “We need him on the ice, not in the freaking sin bin.”
We’re tied, and there are only five minutes left in the third period.
It’s the tightest game I’ve watched since working for Cole, and I don’t like it.
My heart is racing, I’m sweating, and I swear my entire body is trembling with adrenaline.
I’m not on the ice. I’m not even there. I’m in a sports bar in LA. There is nothing I can do to help, but every fiber of my being wants to do something.
