A woman who can't stand a cocky hockey star finds herself drawn into a secret romance with him. As their hidden relationship grows, keeping it from the people around them threatens to unravel everything.
Um, Captain, Ethan's brow furrowed. Chloe Sterling? Mm-hmm? I don't care who brought you onto this team,
but if you're gonna work for the Glacier, you follow the rules. What rules? Professionalism, boundaries, and locker room boundaries. First, since you're in charge of conditioning,
stay out of my way unless we're training. Okay. Second, I don't need special treatment, and I won't tolerate you deliberately giving me a hard time.
Don't worry. Third, stop dressing like that. It's annoying. I'm not interested. Whatever, I muttered under my breath.
As he walked toward the bathroom, Noah emerged with a charger in hand. Did he give you attitude again? I'm okay. Noah 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 dip to his body, and the outlining silhouette took my breath
I've never seen such a bold photo before. My face flushed a deep, burning crimson. It looks really strong. Noah had been obsessed with the gym lately, keeping on showing me off his
so I'd instinctively thought this was the right way to compliment a guy. Almost immediately, I got a call from him. Looks like my sweetheart's pretty happy with it. Yeah. You're in great shape.
It's alright, though. Only seven. I took another look at his abs. They're actually an eight-pack. Wait, I thought it was eight. Really into this, huh?
Yeah, I like it. What's the problem? But I was talking about the relaxed state. If you help me out, then it should be eight inches.