Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I come out of the lunch room to find Dave angrily hanging up from a call. “Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, just peachy,” he scoffs with a deep sarcasm that puts me on edge. He notices his tone and reels it in instantly. “Sorry,” he says. “You didn’t deserve that. It’s my kid. He just got suspended from school for starting a fight.”
“Shit,” I say, inwardly wondering what kind of kid he’s got.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Listen, I’ve got to go pick him up, so you’ll need to cover the afternoon appointments but don’t stress, you were great this morning. It’s clear you know what you’re doing.”
“Sure,” I say, not wanting to let on that I’m completely freaking out.
Dave goes on to explain the appointments I’ll be covering and reminds me what exercises I should be recommending. I agree with everything he says but I listen intently anyway.
After sending my two o’clock player on his way, I sit down and get myself familiar with my next appointment. I scan through the paperwork and find the next guy through the door is the Captain, Logan Waters and realise it’s probably a good thing to meet the Captain and get on his good side.
My eyes continue scanning down the paperwork until I get to the part detailing his injury. My eyes practically bulge out of my head when I read what the poor guy’s issue is but more importantly, what I’m going to have to be touching… or extremely close to touching.
From what I’m reading it seems like a torn high inner thigh muscle but seriously, I’m going to have to get extremely close and personal to work that out. I mean, one slip and bam, a hand full of penis.
I did not come prepared for this. Arms, legs, backs, and asses. Easy. Captains junk… not so much.
This should be interesting.
Chapter 3
Logan
I don’t want to be here.
I let out a sigh as I pull up at the Thunder’s training arena. I reach into the back and reluctantly grab the crutches Cassie stole from her work. I insisted I didn’t need them but apparently, she doesn’t take no as an answer. She also reminded me that if I stay off it and let the muscle rest, I will heal faster, which also means, I’ll be back on the ice faster. She then proceeded to give me a list of exercises I should be doing which is when I promptly tuned her out.
I love my sister but sometimes, like with any other female, you just need to smile and nod.
With a groan, I make my way into the arena and head straight for the physio. I look down at my watch. It’s three o’clock on the dot. I wonder if Dave will cut the appointment short if I just happen to be late. Though, probably not. I’m the star player, he’s bound to want to spend extra time on me and from the type of injury, I bet the bastard is going to enjoy himself.
The next few months are going to be hell on earth having to deal with him massaging my inner thigh. I can only imagine how many times the fucker is going to ‘slip', but I'll suck it up if it means he can fix me and I'll get back on the ice.
I have no idea why management haven’t sacked him yet. At least half the team have made complaints about him but I guess there isn’t anything they can do about it as he hasn’t actually touched any of the guys, he’s just creepy as fuck. But I will bet my position on the team that if he tried anything on any of the guys, his life wouldn’t be worth living.
I hobble on up to Dave's office. "Yo, Dave," I call as I attempt to open the door while balancing the crutches in one hand and trying not to put any weight on my leg after I did just that this morning and fell fall on my face.
“Oh, sorry. Not Dave,” a feminine voice replies from within the room.
My head instantly snaps up at the voice and my world is instantly flipped upside down. Holy shit. The woman standing before me is nothing short of stunning. She’s petite, with blonde hair that perfectly frames her face and makes those big blue eyes ‘pop’.
My heart starts racing.
I’m pretty sure I’m staring at her as a flush takes over her face which instantly drives me insane. She quickly looks away and I pull my shit together before I make a fool of myself. “Sorry,” I smile making sure to turn on the charm and give her my panty-dropping smile that’s never failed me. “I was expecting Dave.”
“That’s fine,” she says trying to avoid eye contact but she can’t, not without appearing rude. “I’m Elle. Dave had to rush out, so I’ll be taking your appointment today. Is that ok?”