“Sure.” I reach for two glasses out of my cupboard. “If you flip that little switch there on the right, the fireplace will turn on.”
I watch her reach for it and flip the switch. “Oh,” she says, sounding surprised. “That’s cool.” She bends closer and I get a glimpse of the shape of her sweet ass through that big sweater.
“Is that blue glass?”
I’m distracted by the growing hard-on in my jeans and that ass of hers. “Uh, what?” I know I sound like an idiot.
“In the fireplace. Is that blue glass?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s really pretty.”
No,she’sreally pretty. “I like it. It’s modern.”
“Your whole house is cool. How in the world did a bunch of college guys get a place like this?”
“My parents bought it for me to live in while I’m in school. Cody and Mark basically pay the utilities on the place. And groceries. They have to buy their own food.”
“Wow. So you live here for free, essentially?”
“Yep. They’ll sell it when I’m done with school.” I chuckle. “No doubt they’ll make a profit.”
“Your folks will sell the place after you graduate?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Smart,” she says as she turns away from me. “Very smart.”
“My dad’s in real estate. He knows how to make a buck.” That’s an understatement.
“I thought your dad retired from the NBL.”
I laugh. “It’s the NHL, babe.”
“Oh. Right,” Emma says, blushing. “I don’t know anything about hockey.”
“Do you want to know?” While I’d like for her to be interested in my sport, for some reason, it doesn’t bother me a bit if she only likes me for me rather than for that.
“Sure.” She shrugs. “Just expect a lot of questions.”
“I’ll answer any and all questions you have.”
“Good.” Emma takes a seat in the middle of my couch.
Once I’ve got us water, I hand her a glass and settle in next to her, close enough for our thighs to touch. “What do you want to watch?”
“You pick.” I stare as she takes a small sip of her water. When she glances at me, she gives me a closed-mouth smile.
Flipping through the channels, I come across a hockey game. “Hockey? We can begin your tutelage right now.” It’s a game with my dad’s old team and their biggest rival from New York.
“Sure. We might as well start my education now since I’ve never really watched a hockey match. Are you playing matches yet or just practicing?”
Start her education?Why does my mind always go into the gutter with this girl? I do my best to think of other things so my dick doesn’t take over.Focus, Eli….Clearing my throat, I answer, “Our season starts next week. On the fifteenth.” I wait for another question. You know, like her asking if she can come to one or all of my games. I go ahead. “You wanna come to watch me play?”
“Sure.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Can Carley come?”
“Absolutely.” As long as she doesn’t spend the entire game scowling at me. “If you promise to wait for me after the game.”
