you barely know? Or is it just me?"
"You're joking right?" I scoffed.
"No. I'm serious," he said.
"It's just you. There. You happy now?" I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Not even close," he said flashing his dimples. "Let me guess, either you're batting for the other team or that chastity belt you're wearing is getting too tight."
How dare he?
"How presumptuous of you," I said, uncrossing my arms. "This coming from a guy who'd fuck anything on two legs. Am I right?" I continued as I pointed at him.
"Touché," he said. I sensed I may have hit a hot button since his gaze was no longer on me, but on the menu propped at the end of the table between a ketchup bottle and the salt and pepper shakers.
I thought of any reason I should apologize and came up short. He could sit here and chastise me, why couldn't I do the same?
"So, Brody. Tell me. Why am I not a sports-kinda-gal?" I asked.
He cleared his throat and looked up at me. "I just assumed you've never been to any kind of sporting event in your life."
"That's not true," I said, "I went to a baseball game with my mom and my brother once when I was 12. That counts."
"Alright, I'll count it if you can tell me what teams were playing," he joked already knowing my answer.
"Fine. You've got me there. I have no idea," I said shrugging.
"So, let me get this straight. You know nothing about hockey, yet you're interviewing some of the players tomorrow?"
I nodded.
"You realize you're throwing yourself to the wolves, right?" He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, so what?" I paused, "So, I'm not a sport's reporter. I write a travel column called 'The Two Day Getaway'."
He laughed and leaned forward. "You've got to be fucking kidding me? I've actually read that column."
"Are you making fun of me?" I asked.
"No, I'm not. It was a good article...very informative," he said, still smiling.
My cheeks flared and I shook my head. "I can't believe you read my article."
"Yeah. Well...in all honesty, it was purely accidental. I had a dentist appointment and they had a copy of the magazine in the waiting room," he said shrugging.
I laughed. "Well...thanks either way." My stomach flopped as embarrassment washed over me and I was truly at a loss for words. I sat and stared at the beautiful man across the table from me in amazement.
He raised an eyebrow and I quickly caught myself before my jaw actually landed on the table. "Something pique your curiosity, Allyson?" He purred.
I felt my body relax against the cool faux leather cushion. "Um...no. I-Ah-Well...Yeah, I guess so," I stammered, "I'm just curious. I want to know more about you, is that weird?"
Oh. Dear. What have I said? Crap, don't answer...please don't ans—
"What would you like to know?" He asked, so relaxed and at ease, sitting with his shoulders squared sipping on his soda; while my heart did the rumba in my chest, and I used every last nerve in my body to keep myself from climbing across the table just to be in his arms.
Get it together, Ally! You're goddamn train on the verge of derailment at any moment!
"I'll save my good questions for tomorrow's interview." I said smiling.
Ha! I've got you now.
His lip curved ever so slightly at the corner and he said, "I wouldn't be so sure of that. Do you even know who you're interviewing?"
Nope. Shit!
"Uh..."
"I didn't think so." He leaned across the table and I didn't dare move. "I'll make you a deal, Allyson. I'll help you with those questions tonight, if you promise to let me kiss you."
What?! Did I just hear that right?
"Excuse me? I don't think I heard you right," I asked.
"I said, I'll help you, but you'll owe me a kiss," he said slowly, so I could understand every single word.
Oh fuck! I did hear him right. Clever, think of something clever.
"Either you're insane or you have a death wish, because that's not happening."
Better than nothing, Ally. Good job!
"Maybe both. I've wanted to kiss those lips of yours ever sine the first
"You're joking right?" I scoffed.
"No. I'm serious," he said.
"It's just you. There. You happy now?" I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Not even close," he said flashing his dimples. "Let me guess, either you're batting for the other team or that chastity belt you're wearing is getting too tight."
How dare he?
"How presumptuous of you," I said, uncrossing my arms. "This coming from a guy who'd fuck anything on two legs. Am I right?" I continued as I pointed at him.
"Touché," he said. I sensed I may have hit a hot button since his gaze was no longer on me, but on the menu propped at the end of the table between a ketchup bottle and the salt and pepper shakers.
I thought of any reason I should apologize and came up short. He could sit here and chastise me, why couldn't I do the same?
"So, Brody. Tell me. Why am I not a sports-kinda-gal?" I asked.
He cleared his throat and looked up at me. "I just assumed you've never been to any kind of sporting event in your life."
"That's not true," I said, "I went to a baseball game with my mom and my brother once when I was 12. That counts."
"Alright, I'll count it if you can tell me what teams were playing," he joked already knowing my answer.
"Fine. You've got me there. I have no idea," I said shrugging.
"So, let me get this straight. You know nothing about hockey, yet you're interviewing some of the players tomorrow?"
I nodded.
"You realize you're throwing yourself to the wolves, right?" He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, so what?" I paused, "So, I'm not a sport's reporter. I write a travel column called 'The Two Day Getaway'."
He laughed and leaned forward. "You've got to be fucking kidding me? I've actually read that column."
"Are you making fun of me?" I asked.
"No, I'm not. It was a good article...very informative," he said, still smiling.
My cheeks flared and I shook my head. "I can't believe you read my article."
"Yeah. Well...in all honesty, it was purely accidental. I had a dentist appointment and they had a copy of the magazine in the waiting room," he said shrugging.
I laughed. "Well...thanks either way." My stomach flopped as embarrassment washed over me and I was truly at a loss for words. I sat and stared at the beautiful man across the table from me in amazement.
He raised an eyebrow and I quickly caught myself before my jaw actually landed on the table. "Something pique your curiosity, Allyson?" He purred.
I felt my body relax against the cool faux leather cushion. "Um...no. I-Ah-Well...Yeah, I guess so," I stammered, "I'm just curious. I want to know more about you, is that weird?"
Oh. Dear. What have I said? Crap, don't answer...please don't ans—
"What would you like to know?" He asked, so relaxed and at ease, sitting with his shoulders squared sipping on his soda; while my heart did the rumba in my chest, and I used every last nerve in my body to keep myself from climbing across the table just to be in his arms.
Get it together, Ally! You're goddamn train on the verge of derailment at any moment!
"I'll save my good questions for tomorrow's interview." I said smiling.
Ha! I've got you now.
His lip curved ever so slightly at the corner and he said, "I wouldn't be so sure of that. Do you even know who you're interviewing?"
Nope. Shit!
"Uh..."
"I didn't think so." He leaned across the table and I didn't dare move. "I'll make you a deal, Allyson. I'll help you with those questions tonight, if you promise to let me kiss you."
What?! Did I just hear that right?
"Excuse me? I don't think I heard you right," I asked.
"I said, I'll help you, but you'll owe me a kiss," he said slowly, so I could understand every single word.
Oh fuck! I did hear him right. Clever, think of something clever.
"Either you're insane or you have a death wish, because that's not happening."
Better than nothing, Ally. Good job!
"Maybe both. I've wanted to kiss those lips of yours ever sine the first
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