“You hear that, man?” The leather jacket wearing fuckboy squeezes her ass as he taunts me. “Fuck off.”
The woman herself turns to me, her gaze hard on mine. I’m not sure exactly what color her eyes are, but there’s different pieces melded together in shades in her iris. The contrast is distracting.
“Please.Fuck off.”The “please” she definitely didn’t mean.
I can either physically remove her from his lap, belittle her in front of both Tas and this idiot, or I can make it more compelling for her to come with me.
“I’m sorry,” I say, hand on my heart.
Her brows pull together.
She doesn’t believe me.
Good. She shouldn’t.
“But Faust needed me to pass along a message.”
“He has my number,” she snarls through gritted teeth. “I’m tired of you being his fucking errand boy.”
“Wait,” Tas says, her tone considerably more cheerful than it was two seconds ago. “You haveFaust Darling’snumber?”
“You have Faust Darling’s number?” The guy beneath her echoes the sentiment, and he’s definitely not going to let her go now.
Faust is able to command attention without trying. Big fucker doesn’t have to say a word and he has all eyes on him. It doesn’t hurt that he’s the best on our team, probably the best in the country at this level, and he’s likely got multiple millions in his near future, but it’s still baffling, how little he has to do for attention.
He’s captain without stringing together more than a paragraph of sentences this entire year. And I’ve been told he was much the same the two years before I got here.
I’d heard his name, even then.
Who hadn’t?
The next best thing. The most valuable left defenseman on this side of the Atlantic.
Not to mention he’s hot as hell both in and out of his jersey.
But he doesn’t want me all over Neve, does he?
On the ice, I’ll obey him. Off of it, I’ll fuck who I want.
Neve ignores both of the inconsequential people around us. Her eyes are glassy, her lips pulled into a frown, and a strand of light hair is stuck to her temple. She is absolutely the sexiest thing in here. Neve Devine could be a goddamn model, but she seems almost oblivious to just how well her looks work in getting what she wants.
She’s classy, too. Sometimes.
Dry fucking this guy isn’t helping in that department, and neither are all the drinks she’s slinging back.
But I can fix that.
I lean down close.
“Back up,” the fuckboy snarls, but I can break his spine if he keeps pushing me. I’m sure I’ve taken more beatings in my life than he ever has.
My nose is level with Neve’s upturned one, and I can’t help myself from looking down at her plush lips, pale and soft, that bottom one extra bitable.
“It’s serious, Neve.” I meet her big eyes again. “You know what it’s about.”
Now she looks worried, her pale skin turning icy. Yeah. That got her attention. She might fuck around and do stupid shit like she’s doing right now, but my girl doesn’t actually want to get in trouble, does she?
“Please,” I say, quieter still. “Just give me five minutes.”
