Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Is he fucking kidding me? I’m three minutes early.
“I think your watch is wrong.” I pull out my iPhone and show him the time. It shows 2:59. In your face. “See, I have a minute to spare,” I say proudly.
He turns around to go to the trunk to get his equipment bag. “Your boss said I start at three, which means I’m on the ice at three, not walking in the door at three. I’ve been here since two-fifteen.”
“It does not take forty-five minutes to get you suited up. I know people who can do it in ten.” Ha, take that Mr. super-fucking-star attitude!
“I don’t know how your boss gave you this responsibility, but I plan to inform him of what happened this morning,” he says, swinging the bag over his shoulder, making his shirt even more taut across his chest.
Did he condescendingly tell me that he would tell my boss about my behavior?
I spin around before saying something I would regret. Like go fuck yourself.
Heading to the door, I unlock it and switch on a few lights.
“Locker rooms are that way.” I point. “You can use whatever room you want. We have no one else in the rink till seven, so it gives you four hours. From the email I received you are to do ice for three hours and the gym for three. I have you scheduled in the gym starting at seven, so I guess you can get off the ice at six. You can eat and then work out in the gym,” I say to his retreating back. Would it be too much to ask to have a conversation with his face instead of his tight ass? Damn, I can’t believe I missed how nice his ass is. That is perfection all wrapped up.
“You think the gym trainer will be late like you?” he snarls. Just like that, the bubble I’m in is snapped. It’s fucking three a.m., and I have to skate for the next three hours with this guy.
“Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. It was a little misunderstanding about the time. Can we confirm the time for tomorrow to make sure it doesn’t happen again?” I want to kill him with fucking kindness.
He turns around, and his cold gaze meets mine. “You won’t be here tomorrow, so that won’t be a problem. When I’m done talking with your boss, let’s hope you still have a job.” He turns on his heels and walks out.
Motherfucker.
Ten minutes later, I’m on the ice in my gear. It isn’t much. I just need skates, a helmet, and a stick. He comes out in full gear, making him even bigger than I thought he was before.
“You really don’t need to be here. I’m sure I can do this myself.”
Why does he feel the need to shit out of his mouth? I smile sweetly at him. “It’s okay. You paid for the service.”
I work him hard. I have him skating up and down that rink, going in circles, zigzagging through cones, puck handling...it’s his first day, I should be going easy, but he brought this onto himself. When I think he is going to cave, he fucking smirks. I want to take his stick and knock his fucking helmet off. I blow the whistle at five fifty-nine.
“Okay, Stone, time’s up. Get your gear off and meet Adam in the gym at seven.”
“Will he be on time? And who takes care of the health section?” he asks with the cockiness of a bull. Right then in that moment, I think he has a big chip on his shoulder because he has a small penis. I mean, why else would you be a dick to people? You are making up for something.
“I have your menu, and it’s already prepared. The only thing I have to do is make your pre workout shake. It’ll be ready when you come out of the shower.”
“So let me get this straight. You train and do my shakes? Maybe you can keep the concession stand job.” He skates off, and I’m left staring at his back again. It makes me think how much laxative one person can ingest without making him go to the hospital. I’m going to Google that shit.
One hour later he swaggers out, and I say swagger because that is what he does. It’s the girl’s version of swinging our hips. He is walking trying to swing his dick, if he’s found it.
His protein shake is on the counter, minus the laxative, only because I didn’t have any on hand.
“Okay, Mr. Stone, Adam is in there waiting for you. I have a class on the ice from seven to eight, and then it slows down till ten.” I don’t even know why I’m telling him this. I’m rambling. What the fuck am I rambling about?