Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
The Crease is filling up nicely for a Friday night. Everyone congratulates me on the win from Wednesday night. While I didn’t score, I had three assists, which count just as much in the stat box. If it’s not me pushing the puck across the goal line, I’m more than happy to be the one who passed to a teammate. Jude finished the night with a shutout. Another one to add to his growing list. His goal for the season is to have the longest shutout streak in the division—something the team is fully behind. Our defense is top notch right now and will only get better once the freshmen find their flow. To say I’m excited about this season would be an understatement.
I’m elbow-deep in a round of shots when I glance up and see Devon and Nolan heading to the table where Brad and Saul have taken up residence. My eyes widen when I see Millie and Thea trailing behind them. I can’t take my eyes off Thea, and it’s because of the way she’s dressed. The green number she has on barely covers her body is only causing my imagination to run wild. I fucking hate knowing what she sounds like when she’s having sex and those little noises are playing rather loudly in my mind right now. Meat Loaf be damned. I look toward the door, waiting for her douchebag boyfriend to walk in, but he doesn’t. He’s probably parking his Lambo with the valet down the street, afraid us townies might touch his precious. Fuck, I hate him. I wanted to beat the shit out of him when I saw him but knew Thea would never look at me the same. Not that I need her to look at me at all. I fucking want her to look at me.
And she just did.
I don’t know who breaks eye contact first, me or her. But when I see her stand, I go back to the task at hand with the shots and add the cost to the tab. I can feel Thea staring at me, throwing daggers into my back. I haven’t been home in weeks and the last thing I said to her was fairly snotty, but her text caught me off guard and I tend to fire off whatever kneejerk reaction I can in the heat of the moment. Instead of helping her, I head to the end of the bar and proceed to take care of the customers there, in hopes one of the servers will come tend bar for a minute. They won’t, unless I ask, and I’m not going to ask, so I have no choice. Plus, I don’t want anyone serving Thea anything.
I place both my hands on the edge of the bar and step back, putting all my weight into the palms of my hands. “What are you doing here, Thea?” I make sure she knows she’s not welcome.
“Ordering drinks, of course.”
Duh, and here I thought she was here to get her hair done. Which looks fucking fantastic by the way.
“You’re underage.” I feel like I have to point this out, even though we both know the truth. I’ve seen her drink, but only at home and only where no one is going to rat her out or take advantage of her. In here, unless she’s glued to Nolan and Devon’s sides, guys are going to be on her like flies on shit, and I can’t have that happening. Not while I’m working.
“Not according to this, I’m not.”
Thea flashes her fake ID for everyone to see. “Fuck,” I mutter and quickly swipe the card from her hand, slipping into my back pocket. “Where the fuck did you get this?”
“It’s none of your concern so can you please give it back?” Her tone starts off angrily but changes to sweet by the end. Coupled with the fact her hand is sticking out and she’s batting her eyelashes, I almost give in. But no. Not here.
“The hell I will. This piece of shit ID can get you in trouble and us closed down. You need to leave. I’m not serving you and no one else here will either.”
Thea carries on about how I can’t tell her what to do and how I don’t own her. She’s right because, while it’s illegal to own a human, if she were mine, I’d be the one stuck to her like glue. I’d be the one at the bar, getting her drinks, watching over her at night while she had fun with her friend, dancing with her, and making sure she was safe. Thea threatens to tell my boss, which is comical. What is she going to say, “I’m sorry but I brought a fake ID in, and Kyler the asshole wouldn’t serve me?” I’d get a fucking raise.