Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Before heading over to Vince’s room, I checked my reflection in the mirror. My outfit was much more appropriate than what I’d worn the day before. I chose a chic pair of cream slacks and a white blouse, pairing a royal blue blazer with it to match the team’s colors and to keep myself warm. My curls were bouncy and voluminous, but without the frizz I usually had in Florida. I absentmindedly wondered if women in the Northeast ever had to deal with humidity or if their hair always looked flawless. I’d also decided to wear my favorite pair of nude heels, giving myself a little height. I just prayed my feet wouldn’t be in too much pain by the end of the night.
My makeup was soft and neutral, the way I applied it when I wanted it to look like I wasn’t even wearing any at all. I used just enough concealer and foundation to smooth my skin but still let my freckles pop through, and I enhanced my brows with a little gel before running mascara over my lashes. A nude gloss finished the look, calling attention to one of my favorite assets. I loved my lips, my teeth, my smile as a whole.
When I added a delicate pair of gold ear climbers and a dainty chain necklace that hung perfectly in the V of my blouse, I called it done, and then I was out the door and on my way to Vince’s room.
Which was, conveniently, right next door.
I pulled a deep inhale through my nose, forcing a smile before I rapped my knuckles on the wood. I was about to knock again when the door flew open.
Vince was once again shirtless, and this time, he was in nothing but a pair of navy blue briefs.
It happened so fast — him slinging the door open, running a hand back through his messy hair as he yawned and held it open wide for me to come in. He was just a tired man waking up from a nap in his underwear, nothing out of the ordinary for him.
But for me, it was like seeing one of the seven wonders of the world.
Even if I was used to his ridiculous abdomen and chest — which I wasn’t, by the way — I was now face to face with his monster thighs, too. They strained against the fabric of his underwear, though not as much as another part of him, which was framed perfectly by the white stitching in the front of those blue briefs.
He was also very much at attention.
Vince didn’t seem to notice. He just held the door open wider, and then once I had my hand on it, turned to walk farther into his suite. And when he did, I gaped for another reason altogether.
Vince Tanev had an ass of stone.
It was the largest I’d ever seen on any man in my life, but it was also cut, the muscles lean and a dip in the side of each cheek showcasing as he walked. I’d had a sneaky suspicion when I’d seen them all dressed in their suits earlier, but now, I had that suspicion verified.
Hockey players had the best asses in the entire world.
There was just no debating it.
“Coffee?” he asked me as he walked into the kitchen area of his suite, already pouring a cup for himself. He turned and leaned against the counter, and once again, my eyes flicked to where his erection was.
He followed my gaze.
And then the bastard smirked, shrugging.
“Sorry about that,” he said, reaching down to adjust himself. I had to tear my eyes away and look up at the ceiling, because seeing his gargantuan hand wrapped around his massive cock as he casually grabbed himself was too much for any woman to withstand — even one who knew he was a playboy.
“Good dream during that nap, I take it?” I said, hoping that came out as a joke more than a question I actually wanted the answer to.
“A very good dream,” he said, sipping the black coffee in his mug. “You were in it.”
That made me suck my teeth, and when I leveled him with a glare, he chuckled.
“I’m going to start getting myself ready,” he said. “And… I know it’s kind of been fun and games up until this point, but it’s game day, and my pre-game ritual means a lot to me. So…”
“I’ll stay out of your way,” I promised. “Just ignore me.”
His eyes flickered a little bit where they ran over me. “You’re entirely oblivious to what a fox you are, aren’t you?”
My neck warmed at his words, but I didn’t let myself smile or blush beneath them. Instead, I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of him.
“Keep making comments like that, and I’ll post this picture of you in your underwear.”