violinist.”
“Ah, yes, the cautionary tale of your cousin Caitlyn.” Nadia sighed dramatically. “Poor woman.”
“Poor woman?” Jess snorted. “Cait’s always been a raging bitch. It was only a matter of time before karma caught up to her.”
Nadia chuckled. “Well, I think the moral of the story is ‘Marry for love, not money.’”
Jess laughed. “If you say so!”
The rest of the game was just as thrilling as the first period. Thankfully, when the final buzzer sounded at the end, the Rebels had won 4-2.
The noise inside the arena was deafening as the ecstatic fans celebrated what they hoped was the first of many wins that season.
The players skated off the ice and headed down the tunnel to the locker room, high fiving fans on their way out. Reid had pulled strings so that security would allow Nadia, Bianca and Jess to accompany Nelson when he went to interview the team for his column.
Nadia would have preferred to head straight home after the game, but she knew it would be rude to leave without congratulating Reid and thanking him for the extravagant Chanel purses. The prospect of being near him again filled her with nervous excitement as she followed the others through the crowd.
The hallway to the locker room was thronged with reporters, cameramen and some of the players’ wives. There were also a number of half-dressed puck bunnies who’d flirted and sweet-talked their way past security. The two groups—missuses and wannabes—huddled together on opposite sides of the corridor.
As Nadia, Bianca and Jess waited for Nelson to emerge from the locker room, the other women eyed them curiously, sizing them up. Their unabashed appraisal made Nadia feel conspicuous in her tight dress and spiky boots. She suddenly wished she hadn’t allowed herself to be coerced into wearing the sexy getup. If only she could be as unselfconscious as Jess, who looked smoking hot in a little red dress that showed off her cleavage and curves.
Bianca leaned toward Nadia and Jess and said in a stage whisper, “I don’t think we belong down here.”
“Why not?” Jess whispered back.
“Look around. We’re the only black women.”
Jess snickered. “Well, technically, since my mother’s white, I half belong.”
Bianca laughed. Nadia merely smiled.
Five minutes later, the locker room door opened.
When Nadia looked up and saw Reid standing in the doorway, her mouth went dry and all the air left her lungs.
He had a white towel draped around his neck. His dark hair was slicked back, glistening and damp from the shower. He was barefoot, clad in dark suit pants and a white wifebeater that revealed bulging, muscular biceps decorated with tattoos.
Confronted with all that potent male hotness, Nadia could only stand there and stare.
Beside her, Jess was slack jawed and practically salivating while Bianca gave a purr of feminine appreciation.
When the puck bunnies saw Reid, they squealed like groupies at a rock concert. They would have rushed the locker room door if two beefy security guards hadn’t stood in their way.
Reid looked down the hall, his eyes locking onto Nadia’s.
Come here , he mouthed .
Her heart hammered drunkenly in her chest. She must have hesitated too long because someone—Jess or Bianca—nudged her forward. As she started down the hallway toward Reid, she could literally hear a pin drop as the other women gaped at her.
Reid watched her approach, his gaze roving over her body. The blatant masculine appreciation in his eyes tightened her nipples and heated the flesh between her thighs.
When she reached him, he gave her a smile so sexy her brain stalled out. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey.” She had to remember to breathe. “That was a great game. Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” His eyes roamed her face. Even in her spiked heels, he was still several inches taller than her. “I’m glad you came.”
“Me too.” She smiled shyly, indicating the black leather purse hooked over
“Ah, yes, the cautionary tale of your cousin Caitlyn.” Nadia sighed dramatically. “Poor woman.”
“Poor woman?” Jess snorted. “Cait’s always been a raging bitch. It was only a matter of time before karma caught up to her.”
Nadia chuckled. “Well, I think the moral of the story is ‘Marry for love, not money.’”
Jess laughed. “If you say so!”
The rest of the game was just as thrilling as the first period. Thankfully, when the final buzzer sounded at the end, the Rebels had won 4-2.
The noise inside the arena was deafening as the ecstatic fans celebrated what they hoped was the first of many wins that season.
The players skated off the ice and headed down the tunnel to the locker room, high fiving fans on their way out. Reid had pulled strings so that security would allow Nadia, Bianca and Jess to accompany Nelson when he went to interview the team for his column.
Nadia would have preferred to head straight home after the game, but she knew it would be rude to leave without congratulating Reid and thanking him for the extravagant Chanel purses. The prospect of being near him again filled her with nervous excitement as she followed the others through the crowd.
The hallway to the locker room was thronged with reporters, cameramen and some of the players’ wives. There were also a number of half-dressed puck bunnies who’d flirted and sweet-talked their way past security. The two groups—missuses and wannabes—huddled together on opposite sides of the corridor.
As Nadia, Bianca and Jess waited for Nelson to emerge from the locker room, the other women eyed them curiously, sizing them up. Their unabashed appraisal made Nadia feel conspicuous in her tight dress and spiky boots. She suddenly wished she hadn’t allowed herself to be coerced into wearing the sexy getup. If only she could be as unselfconscious as Jess, who looked smoking hot in a little red dress that showed off her cleavage and curves.
Bianca leaned toward Nadia and Jess and said in a stage whisper, “I don’t think we belong down here.”
“Why not?” Jess whispered back.
“Look around. We’re the only black women.”
Jess snickered. “Well, technically, since my mother’s white, I half belong.”
Bianca laughed. Nadia merely smiled.
Five minutes later, the locker room door opened.
When Nadia looked up and saw Reid standing in the doorway, her mouth went dry and all the air left her lungs.
He had a white towel draped around his neck. His dark hair was slicked back, glistening and damp from the shower. He was barefoot, clad in dark suit pants and a white wifebeater that revealed bulging, muscular biceps decorated with tattoos.
Confronted with all that potent male hotness, Nadia could only stand there and stare.
Beside her, Jess was slack jawed and practically salivating while Bianca gave a purr of feminine appreciation.
When the puck bunnies saw Reid, they squealed like groupies at a rock concert. They would have rushed the locker room door if two beefy security guards hadn’t stood in their way.
Reid looked down the hall, his eyes locking onto Nadia’s.
Come here , he mouthed .
Her heart hammered drunkenly in her chest. She must have hesitated too long because someone—Jess or Bianca—nudged her forward. As she started down the hallway toward Reid, she could literally hear a pin drop as the other women gaped at her.
Reid watched her approach, his gaze roving over her body. The blatant masculine appreciation in his eyes tightened her nipples and heated the flesh between her thighs.
When she reached him, he gave her a smile so sexy her brain stalled out. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey.” She had to remember to breathe. “That was a great game. Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” His eyes roamed her face. Even in her spiked heels, he was still several inches taller than her. “I’m glad you came.”
“Me too.” She smiled shyly, indicating the black leather purse hooked over
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