“Watch as I move through this. I’m coming in.” I skate toward Steve with the puck. “Then I’m keeping control before he reacts.”
I finish off by passing the puck under his stick and pick it up as I skate past him.
I’m in the middle of explaining the evasive entry skills we’re aiming to improve when Eve returns to her seat. A moment later, she types something out on her phone. Mine buzzes in my back pocket while I go through the demonstration with Steve.
We shouldn’t be playing this secret game while I’m at work, but there’s something exhilarating about sneaking around with her.
I return Easton’s stick. “Got it?”
He’s got an intrigued gleam in his eye. The rookie loves techniques like this, and with his speed he’ll level up his game once he gets it. Our lightning quick wingers, Alex and Theo, too.
I move off the ice to watch how they do. After I’ve seen a few of them run through it successfully, I check my phone.
CraftyCutie:Brrr [kitty emoji][snowflake emoji]
MightyPuck:Did you do it?
CraftyCutie:You’ll see.
MightyPuck:I will?
CraftyCutie:Now I’ll be cold, so I hope you’ll warm me up.
I can hear her giggle behind me in the stands.
My grip tightens on my phone. I put it down on the boards and cross my arms tight enough my shoulders strain to keep myself from seeking her out.
I give a short blow with my whistle, waving Alex and Jake over to me. They hustle over from the line.
“What’s up, coach?” Alex asks when he scrapes to a stop.
“I want you to run it again together this time. Brody, look for ways to control the puck so you recognize how to counter it during a game. Keller, keep it up. See if you can do it faster and cleaner.”
They agree and high five. My phone lights up on the boards at my elbow. Alex reaches for it. I grab it before one of them reads the message on the screen. I level them each with a pointed look.
“Stay dialed in during practice.”
They linger for a quick drink break. While they’re distracted, I check what Eve sent to our DM.
I inhale sharply, fist pressed to my mouth at the photo. A sheer red mesh thong with a heart pattern dangles from her hooked finger. She’s sitting with her legs crossed on a surface I recognize—the fucking desk in my office.
CraftyCutie:Hid these somewhere for you to find. Have fun on your treasure hunt.
Anyone could’ve caught her in there. Where did she hide her panties? Did she touch herself while perched on my desk?
Fuck, fuck,fuck.
My mind goes wild with the idea of her spreading her legs, pencil skirt hiked up around her hips, making a goddamn mess all over it as she makes herself come with her fingers while I’m out here. Will I catch a hint of strawberries and vanilla when I go in after practice?
Alex raises his brow and smirks. I stiffen, realizing I must’ve made a tormented noise.
“You good, coach?”
Schooling my features, I point at the ice. “Get back to practice.”
I overhear Jake suggesting too loudly that he thinks I got a booty call on their way to the back of the line for skills practice.
It takes all my self control not to look Eve’s way.
