Defrosting Her — Episode 4

Uh, hey, Captain. Grady's brow furrowed. Elena Vance? I blinked, surprised that he knew my full name. You can stay here, but I have rules.

I replied softly. Sure. First, keep your distance. I don't do locker room talk, and I'm not interested in Understood.

Second, keep out of my sight. Unless it's necessary, don't be a nuisance. Got it. Third.

His eyes raked over my soaked pajamas with undisguised contempt. Stop dressing like that. It's annoying. I'm not interested. I muttered under my breath.

Whatever. As he walked toward the bathroom, Kane emerged with a charger in hand. Did he give you attitude again? I shook my head.

I'm okay. Kane yawned. Just pretend he doesn't exist. Get some sleep.

Back in the bedroom, my phone buzzed. It was my online boyfriend. He'd sent a photo. In the dim light, he was lifting the hem of his hockey jersey.

His abs were sharply defined under the dim lighting. My eyes drifted lower. The fabric never seen such a bold photo before. My face flushed a deep, burning crimson.

I buried my head in my pillow and typed back, It looks really strong. Kane had been obsessed with the gym lately. keeping on showing me off his biceps.

So I'd instinctively thought this was the right way to compliment a guy.