From Puck to F*ck: A Hockey Romance (A Me to We Romance) by Mika Lane & M Lane

Author:Mika Lane & M Lane [Lane, Mika & Lane, M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Headlands Publishing
Published: 2024-03-21T00:00:00+00:00

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PETAL

“Are you nervous?”

I look over at Rake, seated next to me in the Town Car he hired. I have to say, he’s so damn dashing in his tuxedo that I’m practically vibrating.

“Do I look nervous?” I ask like the smartass I am. I smooth out the green silk of the dress he chose for me and look out the window as we make our way from his condo to the Fairmont Hotel.

If I wasn’t dressed like this, hell, I would have just walked up to Nob Hill, where the hotel sits in all its glory. It would have been a great, sweaty workout. But not one you do when you’re dressed to impress.

He snakes a finger across the top of my hand. “You look a little nervous.”

Now he’s making me even more so.

And I have no idea why. I’ve been to dozens of fancy parties in my lifetime, dolled up to the nines, in the most beautiful venues in the city. Most of the time they’re pretty boring, and I end up making small talk with the same people I see around, anyway. The only difference is the competition to see who has the best dress.

Something I always lose. I am so not a fashion person.

But tonight I am feeling pretty damn good. Who knew Rake had such good taste in women’s clothes?

“Are you nervous?” I ask.

He presses his lips together. “I am. A little.”

I twist in my seat so I can really see him. “Are you kidding? You’re a star athlete. A public figure. How can you be nervous about anything?”

“Sometimes social situations are nerve-wracking. It’s totally normal. You don’t know what to expect, stuff like that.”

“I never thought you would admit to something like that,” I say.

“Guess I’m not the Neanderthal you thought I was going to be.”

“Hmmm. Jury’s still out,” I say with a sniff.

The Town Car pulls into the semi-circle in front of the hotel, so I put my hand on the door handle to get out.

But Rake stops me. “Let the driver do it.”

Huh?

“I can open my own door,” I say.

The driver gets Rake’s door, but before he hops out, he looks over his shoulder at me. “For once, can you not argue?”

Dick.

Arms crossed, I slump back in my seat and wait, since in Rake’s world, opening a car door is not something you’re supposed to do yourself.

When I’m finally out, Rake extends his elbow for me to take. I walk right past him and lift my skirt to navigate the steps into the hotel.

“Petal,” Rake hisses from behind me.

I stop to let him catch up.

He takes my hand. “What is going on with you? Did I do something wrong?”

God, I’m such a bitch. I’m nervous as hell and taking it out on Rake. It’s so wrong. The man’s been nothing but nice to me. Especially when we had our little fun the other night.

The night I ran out on him. As soon as I had my orgasm, doubts began to swirl around my head, inviting big, unwanted waves of regret.

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