“She’s great if you need a quick lay. No one will say no to me.”
More like she wants to bag a hockey player. But I keep that to myself.
“I need to learn at your feet. You get more ass than anyone I know.”
“Damn straight.”
I fight the groan. What did I ever see in Duncan? Did he talk about me like this with the team? I hate to think about it. I don’t want anyone knowing anything about our sex life.
At least it’s not something I have to worry about now.
“Maybe Ava has some friends you can hook me up with.”
“Oh God,” I mutter to myself. I hate that I have to subject myself to this conversation.
“Need something, Piper?” I hear Duncan chirp.
I turn toward his smarmy voice. “No. Do you have everything you need?”
I paste an extra big smile on my face. It’s the only way I can deal with him.
“Hey, maybe you can hook me up with Piper.”
My eyes fly to the guy in the tub that I’m not too familiar with.
Rhodes? Riley? I should know who he is since he’s glommed onto Duncan, but I don’t.
I only work with a handful of players, so I’m not on a first-name basis with all the guys. He has slicked back, dark hair. No doubt from practice. A scar cuts through his jaw.
Nothing about this guy is attractive.
Although, I question my sanity because I found Duncan attractive.
“Nah. You don’t want her.” Duncan looks me square in the eye, dripping water as he gets out of the ice bath. I refuse to back down from him. I want to know what he’s going to say after that.
“Why not?” Riley/Rhodes/whoever asks.
There’s a slight lilt to his lips as he answers. “She’s not good in bed.”
My entire head is buzzing with anger. I’m seeing red. Shaking. I’m so pissed at the words I couldn’t have possibly heard come out of Duncan’s mouth.
“Are—”
The words die on my tongue as Cash comes barreling into the room, heading straight for Duncan.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Duncan and Cash are chest to chest. Looking at the two of them up close, Cash towers over my ex.
More muscle.
More solid.
More…everything.
“What’s it matter to you?” Duncan sneers. “Your girlfriend can’t take a little criticism?”
“A little criticism?” Cash’s hand flexes into a fist at his side. “You’re being a fucking asshole. That’s what you are. You don’t talk about Piper—hell, any woman—that way.”
