5

Chelsea

“Oh—babe, I forgot you were in here.”

He said without attempting to go back to his room to wear something more appropriate.

“The right thing to do will be to go inside and wear something.”

I let out when he still didn’t even move from where he was. He just laughed.

“Why? I am comfortable.”

Devil.

‘I am not! I mean, who would be comfortable with a hot man standing in front of them advertising his whole package?’

Those were what I wanted to say to him, but instead, I just tinned my lips and forced my eyes away from his crotch.

“So, I may not have the contract ready, but I do have the NDA.”

He said and walked away, which turned out to be a bad idea too because now, he had his ass on me.

It wouldn’t be so crazy if he didn’t have a perfectly rounded ass that felt tight against the brief he was wearing.

Probably because his front package was pulling the whole material to the front.

Get out of the gutter, Chelsea.

I screamed inside, but that didn’t help me.

“Come to the kitchen, darling.”

He called out, and I obeyed without thinking. Their kitchen was huge and looked pretty homey. It wasn’t what I expected from the kitchen of guys who were young and always on the road.

Maybe one of them loved to cook. Maybe we can cook together because I love to cook thanks to my stepfather.

“An NDA?”

I asked the most important question instead of asking who could cook among them.

“Yes, we are hockey players, and you might not believe it, but we are pretty famous. Not you, but some people do take advantage of famous people. We have had some really terrible experiences. I know you won’t do anything, but it’s just a requirement.”

He rumbled on. I couldn’t take what he was saying very seriously when he was basically naked.

But I did hear him, and I nodded. He turned his back on me again, and I watched his ass as he walked to a locker in the kitchen and pulled out a file.

“Who keeps files in the kitchen?”

I couldn’t help asking. He looked at me and laughed.

“Me, this is my favourite place in this house. I basically own the kitchen and make sure those two don’t die of eating junk food.”

Oh. He is the cook.

“You can cook.”

I said.

“I can cook. I love to cook. It’s the only other thing that really excitements aside from hockey and good sex.”

My heart skipped a beat when he mentioned the word sex.

My dirty mind pictured him all naked and dick deep in some lucky woman’s pussy.

Oh way, he is a hockey player; those are known to be womanizers, so maybe different women every night.

Different lucky women. Maybe I could get lucky too.

“No!”

I didn’t realize I said that out loud until Hayes stared at me in confusion.

“I mean, I love to cook too. My stepdad is a chef, and I learned to cook from him.”

I didn’t know why I told him that.

“Stepdad?”

He asked, and I nodded.

“My parents are divorced, and my mom remarried. My stepfather is amazing. He loves me like his daughter and taught me everything about cooking.”

I explained.

“And what did you learn from Coach Lee?”

His question made me stop and think. I really didn’t learn anything from my dad. I mean, it’s not my fault since I barely saw him.

The only time I saw him was when he was in the US, and the meetings were always short.

They got shorter when I became a teenager and became angry at him for always being away. I refused to see him, and he had to rely on photos my mother would send to him for years.

Our relationship got better when I turned eighteen, and he showed up at my birthday party unexpectedly.

I cried my eyes out that day, and he did too. Mom too.

“Actually, nothing, but I love my dad. I just don’t like hockey.”

Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have said that in front of a professional hockey player.

“Oh, a hockey hater, great.”

“Really?”

I asked, and he laughed.

“Yes, I will have fun making you fall in love with the game.”

I scoffed.

“That’s not going to happen, Hayes. My hatred for the game goes deeper than you could imagine.”

I let out.

“How deep?”

I sighed deeply.

“My parents loved each other. My mother literally went against her family to be with my dad. Do you know what it took for her to end things with the man she fought so hard to be with? I love my dad, and I won’t make him choose as my mom did but hockey? No, you can never make me like it and I am not sorry for that.”

I always get so fired up when I go through the talk of why I don’t like the game.

“That’s okay. There’s no reason for you to be sorry about that.”

I forced a smile.

“But you can work with us, right? Even though you don’t like the game.”

I nodded.

“For the kind of money you are paying me? hell yes!”

There’s nowhere else I would make such a huge amount of money as a road manager.

“So, you are willing to put your hatred aside for the money?”

I nodded even though it was more than that. I need to get away from everything else going on in my life and being with them so far has made me forget some of the aches in my heart and it has only been a few hours.

“Good for you and good for us because we haven’t didn’t have a road manager last season and we had to depend on the one the whole team uses. It was terrible and everything was a mess.”

He looked like he was remembering a horrible experience.

“Why was it a mess? Isn’t the team road manager hired by the club?”

I asked him.

“Yeah but we like things a certain kind of way and it just didn’t work out.”

I couldn’t help but wonder why they don’t do things with their team mate.