“Thank you.” She moves to my office door. “I’m also inviting Isaac because I know he has a thing for you. See you later!”
“Talia!”
She closes the door, cutting off the argument I was about to make.
Great. This dinner party is going to be just fine. No potential for disaster at all.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Noel
What the helldid I do to deserve this?
I pretend to look mildly surprised when I walk into Lucien and Talia’s downtown warehouse loft apartment. Talia just said dinner when she invited me and Audra over. But Jules filled me in on the plan, and she was clearly very unhappy about it.
Talia’s trying to fix me up with someone, and she’s also playing matchmaker to Jules and Isaac. Politely brushing off her friend won’t be a problem, but watching Isaac play footsie with Jules? I don’t know if I can do that.
“Hey, welcome back,” Talia says, kissing me on the cheek.
I pass her the bottle of wine I brought and take off my coat. “Your place is looking great.”
She and Lucien bought this place and moved in during the offseason. It’s only a five-minute drive to our arena, and they can walk to lots of local restaurants and shops. Since I was last here, they’ve hung art and finished furnishing it.
“Hi, Noel.” Lucien shakes my hand, even though he sees me every damn day.
Admittedly, the kid’s doing very well and keeping our personal and professional relationships separate. He calls me Coach when we’re working and Noel when we’re not, and he doesn’t expect any special treatment. If anything, I’m a little harder on him than my other players, so no one thinks I’m playing favorites.
I spot a dark-haired woman on the other side of the wide-open main room, which is their living area, kitchen and dining area. That must be Victoria.
“I didn’t know anyone else was coming,” I murmur to Lucien.
“Yeah, just a few friends. Talia wants to get our money’s worth out of the giant table.”
The dining table is massive, but it fits in the massive space. It seats up to fourteen people, its warm wood tone contrasting with the red brick walls and industrial touches here.
“Coach.” Isaac approaches me, smiling and shaking my hand.
“Hey, Moss. Good to see you outside the rink.”
“Damn, Coach. That’s a hell of a handshake grip you’ve got.”
I can’t help it—squeezing the shit out of his hand is the only way I can convey my anger over him wanting Jules. Or thinking he can have her, I guess. I’d question any straight, single man whodidn’twant Jules.
When I hear her voice, Isaac’s face lights up. He’s wearing gray pants, a blue dress shirt, and a nice navy sport coat. Clean-shaven with a fresh haircut, I can tell he’s trying to look his best tonight.
Meanwhile, I’m wearing jeans and a flannel because I had to pretend I thought it was just a casual family thing.
This night is like a line change on the fly. There are so many ways it could go wrong.
“Coach Turner!” Jules feigns surprise as she gives me a work hug—her palms on my shoulders and her chest a solid foot away from mine. “It’s great to see you.”
“You too.”
It’s actually not. I wish she’d told Talia she wasn’t feeling well, because then I wouldn’t have to watch Isaac eye fuck her all night. But she refused to do that, telling me I should be the one to cancel. She didn’t want to not be here when Talia’s trying to set me up with another woman.
So here we are. We made sure we were the last two people in the locker room when practice was over this afternoon. She interviewed almost every single player, and then me, and we just kept on interviewing until everyone else had gone.
Then I closed the blinds and locked the door to my office. I put her on my desk and played with her pussy until she came in my mouth. Then I fucked her harder than usual—also on my desk—until we both came while struggling to keep quiet in case someone came back into the locker room.
