"Good thing I've got rules, too. I don't fuck hockey players," she says, looking me up and down.
"Could've fooled me. You seemed to rather enjoy fucking this hockey player."
"Shh," she hisses at me as she looks around to see if anyone has noticed our conversation. But everyone is busy talking amongst themselves, too distracted to notice us arguing.
"That was before I knew what you were." Her voice drops to a whisper.
"And what's that?"
"A mistake."
Ouch.
"Right back at you, Trouble."
"Don't call me that." She steps closer, looking all angry and beautiful. "We're not doing nicknames. We're not friends." Those hazel eyes sparkle with fury, then they dip to my lips for the briefest of moments. I notice the pulse at her throat, remember licking my way across it, feeling it throb underneath my tongue.
Fuck. My dick twitches.
"You left," I say, my voice rougher than I intend.
"What?"
"London. I woke up and you were gone. No note. No number. No name. Nothing."
She looks at me with confusion on her face. "We said one night," she answers me softly.
"I know what we said."
"Then why does it matter?"
"Because ..." I stop, unable to finish that sentence.
"Because what?" Her brows pull together.
"Forget it," I tell her, feeling the heat race up the back of my neck. I'm not good with all this shit.
"No. Say it," she pushes.
Fine. "In the morning, I wanted more." The words are out before I can stop them.
She stares. "What?"
"You left before I could ask for your number. Before I could ..." I run my hand through my hair. "Doesn't matter now."
"I had a flight to Italy to catch for Pierre's wedding."
Right. The wedding that didn't happen. "You could've woken me up."
"Why? So, we could have an awkward morning after conversation? Make promises we wouldn't keep?"
“No. What I wanted to do was fuck you again.”
She stares at me, mouth slightly ajar, then she shakes her head. "It doesn't matter because look where we are now. You're my colleague. My brother's captain. This ..." She gestures between us. "This can never happen again."
“No shit.”
"Glad we are on the same page.”
