Page 59 of Sparks & Slapshots


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She smirks. “Yes.”

I raise a brow, suddenly feeling a little more comfortable with all this. If she’s able to say no to a few things, then I feel like it gives me the ability to do the same.

“Is one of them pet play?” I’m trying hard to contain my laugh.

She stifles a laugh. “Yes.”

I sigh. “Oh, thank God.”

We both laugh, and as I continue, I feel the nervousness melting away.

“Have you done things on this list?”

“Yes. Some of them.”

The added words throw me for a loop because she’s hardly said anything other than “yes” since we started this.

“Where did you get this?” I hold up the contract in the camera.

Skye relaxes into the couch again; the angle tells me she has the phone resting on her knee. “The internet.”

“So you don’t just carry this around in hopes someone will fill it out?”

“No.”

I can tell she doesn’t find a lot of humor in that question.

“What’s your favorite soda?”

She laughs. “Quite the topic change.”

I shrug. “I think I’ve learned all I need to know aboutthe contract.”

“Yeah?”

I stare into the phone. “Is that your first question?”

She bites her lip, and it sends a shock through my entire system. I can’t stop staring at her mouth, remembering how it felt on mine. The firm kiss has had me in a whirlwind for the last six hours.

I place my hand over the camera, holding it securely so she can’t see what’s happening on my end. “What would you do if I knocked on your door right now?”

I mute my mic as I pick up the contract with my signature on it and take off down the hall toward the stairs. Thankfully, she told me her hotel room number at dinner the other night.

I hear her start talking as I reach the next floor.

“I’d open the door,” she replies with certainty. “It would be rude not to.”

I unmute my phone and stand outside her hotel room door. “And what would you do if I were standing there?”

“Probably kiss you until your knees go weak.” She’s not even cocky about it. She’s honest.

Hot damn.

Her confidence alone also has my knees buckling underneath me.

“Is that a probably or a definitely?” I raise my hand to knock.

“Definitely.”