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Imogen I’ve been up since six and watched as the sun rose across the lake throwing off beautiful oranges and red hues. I marvelled as it rose from a tiny spec into the glorious beauty that it became. Being here in Cody’s suite is amazing with the glistening lake and I am looking forward to reading out on the deck a bit later. I’ve got some shopping to do for the week and have already planned his meals so my work is pretty much done on the planning front. I am still mad as hell at him but at least I know that Joshua plays for the Minnesota Twins, that means I can easily look online for a game and go watch plus if I’m smart I’ll ask my uncle Bob to get me in the VIP area. Yeah, my uncle Bob used to be a talent scout for baseball players for the Minni Twins as we call them here. And he knows just about everybody. How lucky am I, right? There is no way Cody Brannigan is ever going to cockblock me again. No damn way. Dressed still in my pajama shorts and tee I head into the open lounge/k
Imogen He is one cheeky mother right? The audacity of this man is crippling me. “Actually do you need to get to practice right now? I ask him. He nods. I can feel the warmth of his body radiating towards me as Cody stands almost on top of me. It’s all I can do not to reach out and run my fingers down his arms and feel those incredible bicep muscles of his. The stubble on his chin makes him look even more devilishly handsome, just when you think he couldn’t possibly get any better looking – he does. Damn it. “What do you need, darlin’?” I wish he would stop with all that darlin’ nonsense it’s hitting me right in my clit and it’s the last thing I want to be happening as his gorgeous eyes look down at me. Did I tell you, he’s six four? Probably, I did but it still amazes me and I thought my brother was tall. “We have to go shopping.” My voice is a bit authoritarian only I’m struggling to even speak right now being this close to him. Cody raises his eyebrows. “Well darlin’, here’s the
Cody Coach is huffing and puffing. That man seriously needs either to get laid or take a chill pill. “What do you all mean coming in looking like death warmed up? You have all been drinking on a night before practice. Jeez, what is it with you guys? Do I need to hire you all some goddamn nannies? Because trust me, I will if that is going to be what it takes.” His face is red from anger. I rake my hands through my hair. Calli and Nolan just shrug their shoulders whilst looking at me. Atlas has a smug look on his face since he was the good boy of the party last night and sensibly took himself off upstairs and not with a bootie caller either. I’m thinking self-righteous right now. “You can all hit the gym for thirty minutes then I want you on the ice straight after. We’re starting with five minutes of skating warm-up followed by puck control and transition races.” I groan. That gets me raised eyebrows from coach and a glare that cuts through me. “I told you, no messing up before the g
Cody And boy, was I right. He has drilled us until our legs are shaking and the sweat is literally pouring off us. I cannot wait to hit the showers. Yet, I love it. There is something about being out on the ice. The way my skates glide, I feel as light as a feather when I’m on the ice and that sure is saying something considering I’m six foot three and made of muscle. The whistle finally blows and coach tells us we’re done for the day. “You guys better keep it clean until next week’s game and keep the drinking to a minimum. Drug testing will be random one day next week.” He skates off without looking back. For me, no problem I’m always as clean as a daisy. No drugs in this system, my body is my temple. Of course I like a few beers who doesn’t especially when you’re only in your early twenties. The game is everything to me, I don’t want to fuck up and we need our team to be on the ball next week. Playing the Tampa Bay Lightning’s is not going to easy by any stretch of the imagination
ImogenI hear the door go since my bedroom door is open and storm through to the open plan lounge area to be greeted by four huge burly hockey players. Immediately I go on the defensive and fold my arms in front of my chest. “Another party?” I ask pissed off. That man is going shopping with me if I have to drag him by his fucking gorgeous hair that is flopping in his eyes right now.Cody’s eyes open wide like he has seen some kind of monster standing in his lounge. “No, no party. What’s got into you?” He asks with raised eyebrows.“You. That’s what has gotten into me. We have shopping to do.” I keep my arms in the defensive position across my chest. Calli and Logan snicker standing next to him.“Don’t you have an assistant for that, man?” Calli asks. I shoot him a daggers look that could kill him. He quickly shifts on his feet and bows his head down. He mumbles something but I don’t catch it.“Yeah I do as a matter of fact.” He drawls, that damn voice of his is so smooth, it’s like si
Cody “We are not going in that death trap?” Jeez if she thinks I am getting in that rust bucket car of hers she has another thing coming. “Besides, I can only fit my right foot in it. Have you seen how small that damn car is?” Naturally, Immi looks offended and outraged. After all her car is her prized possession and I really ought not to shoot my mouth off but seriously, the clapped out green Volkswagen Beetle has seen better days. “There is nothing wrong with Giles.” She says indignantly. I scoff because there is everything wrong with her VW Beetle. For a start it looks like it needs a new hood and doors, the rust at the bottom makes it look like the doors are about to drop off any second. “Giles?” “What’s wrong with giving my car a name. I’ve had him ever since I was seventeen.” “Yeah and it was a death trap then. I’m surprised your parents have let you keep the damn thing and yeah, Giles. Really?” I do not trust myself to even touch the door handle, knowing my strength I am li
Imogen I am trying so hard not to look at his ass as he walks in front of me like he owns the goddamn shop. Honestly, who does Cody think he is? But he does draw a lot of stares and comments. A young boy comes running up to him before we’ve even got inside the shop. “Hey, Mr Brannigan can I have your autograph please?” He’s adorable, I’d say about seven years of age with blonde hair that hangs to his chin. “Timmy, leave Mr Brannigan alone. Sorry. He’s just one of your biggest fans.” The mother looks apologetic and pushes her long dark hair away from her face and grabs her son’s hand. “No problem ma’am. Sure little fella. What’s your name?” Brannigan actually crouches down so his face is the same height as little Timmy’s. Wow. He is so fucking sweet. It’s making me melt just watching him interact with the kid, it’s hurting my ovaries. Holy crap. “Are you sure?” Asks his mother as she ferrets around inside her large brown bag, no doubt looking for a pen and something for Cody to sign
CodyI come round the corner laden with pizzas for me and my guys tonight and some beers and whoa. Who TF is she talking to? I know that guy. Is he hitting on Immi? I practically run towards her almost dropping the pizzas. I knew I should have taken the trolley. That would be the empty trolley since Immi doesn’t seem to have moved much since coming in.That’s obviously because she has been way too busy chatting with Dean friggin Hopper. He only plays centre for our opposition and we’re only up against them next week. Where did he spring from? My eyes narrow as I take in the situation. Immi sure is doing a lot of hair flicking with that pony of hers. Her hand touches his arm. Twice. TWICE.“What’s going on?” I say as I approach them. Immi jumps out of her own skin.“Darn you, Brannigan why you gotta shock me like that? What is wrong with you?” She looks pissed. Again. “This is Dean,” I stop her right there.“I know who that is. He’s playing us next week. Centre position to mine. Hopper