Imogen
He’s such a jerk sitting there watching television, he hasn’t even turned round once to acknowledge me. I’m cutting up lettuce as if I’m slicing his fingers off one by one. Because how mad I am, I could easily do this to Cody fucking Brannigan.
He’s watching a hockey game and I’m trying my damndest not to stare at his broad shoulders and those tattoos that are running down his arm from his white tee. He’s not evening tensing his arms and I can see the form of his bicep muscles, the ones that in between thinking of cutting his fingers off, I want to run my hands down and trace the patterns of. I’m hot and flustered and I feel a warmth rush up from my pussy to my stomach. Holy Fuck. I chop harder. He doesn’t seem to notice or he’s really good at ignoring people.
I add some bell tomatoes, feta cheese and red onion to the salad and sprinkle it with basil before drizzling olive oil over it. The chicken I was grilling is finished, I slice it in thick chunks and lay it on his plate before drizzling some Teriyaki sauce over it. There, it looks good. Although why I’m bothering to make his lunch look appetizing is beyond me. Still, he is paying me a ton of money so it’s the least I can do, I suppose.
Crashing the plate down on the island in front of where I’m working behind a counter bar, he still doesn’t shift on the sofa. Is he deaf or what? I almost throw the knife and fork down, it clanks on the marble top. “It’s ready.” I shout out louder than I meant to.
“Great. You can bring it over.” Is he for fucking real?
“I don’t do personal service. It’s on the island get it yourself. You’re not eating in front of the television.” I stomp around clearing up after myself and wash the knives I’ve been working with. They’re sharp enough to cut his balls off.
“I’ll eat where the fuck I want. It’s my damn house.” The hot water almost scalds my hands as I run the blade under it. That hurt. I dry the knife and place it on the rack above the shiny hob.
“Well I’m not brining it over. You know where it is. Get it yourself. I’m hired only to cook. Not bring, fetch and carry. That’s not part of the arrangement Cody.” I sneer. My fists are now curling, I so want to smack him for being so rude and arrogant.
“Whatever. Leave it there I’ll get it when you’ve left.” My face is red with anger.
“I’ve got to make myself food so you’ll be waiting a while.”
“Jeez-us.” He gets up and I see his bottoms fall slightly to expose a very taught stomach with a perfect v going right down into his waistband. Daaaamn. He is so fucking hot. And I’m getting turned on, I can feel the moistness in my panties. This is not happening to me. It can’t be happening to me. I hate him, I can’t stand Cody Brannigan. I look away but not before he saw my eyes on his junk.
He sniggers. Now I really want to slap him or drive a knife through his chest. Who the fuck does he think he is, sniggering at me? I groan inwardly, I’ve got to get through six long months. Maybe I’ll just start looking for a different job, because there is no way on earth, I’m going to get through six months without murdering Cody.
As he walks lazily towards the lunch I’ve prepared for him, I make myself busy taking random stuff out of the fridge for my own lunch. So far I’ve managed to take out pineapple cubes, milk, feta cheese and what looks like old and stale bread. Who keeps bread in the fridge? That’s a cardinal sin.
With my back to him totally unaware that he’s actually staring at my ass, I say “we need to shop. You’ve got nothing in this house. What do you expect me to prepare with this crap?”
“That darlin’ is your department. Not mine.”
“Don’t call me darlin’ either. We have to go shopping. That’s first on our list today.” My voice sounds imperious and trust me when I say, going shopping with Cody Brannigan is the last thing I want to do but we can’t starve. Least ways, I’m not prepared to starve.
“Can’t darlin’. I’ve got practice and then your brother has invited us out to Autumn’s bar later for beers and live music. By the way he said to ask you.” He carries on eating. I’m now standing facing him on the opposite side of the island with my hands resting on it. I bring my jaw up from the ground.
“So you expect me to do all the shopping too?” He just nods as he puts chicken into his mouth. I wish I had spat on it.
He finishes eating his mouthful. “I’ll get you a card organized that way you don’t have to pay for anything. In the meantime give my guy Luca a call. Numbers on the fridge. He’ll get the shopping in for you. If you need anything else, Luca’s your guy. You know if you need a ride anywhere or want to go hang with the girls.” His blue eyes are on mine, they’re piercing and stunning and I’ve started to thaw. Oh no you don’t Immi. Get a fucking grip. I stand up straighter.
“Cool. Thanks.”
“So, you coming out tonight. Atlas wants you to. Personally, I’d rather you didn’t.” He has got some nerve. The jackass. Seriously?
“You know what, I’d love to.” There wipe that smirk right off your face asshole.
Cody Right, well I wasn’t expecting that. I thought the last thing she’d want to do is come out with a rowdy group of hockey players tonight. Damn it. Now I’m going to watching her all night, I won’t be able to keep my eyes off her. Why the fuck does she have to be so damn hot? I mean HOT. Her eyes are flaming as she smacks my plate down on the counter. I know I’m riling her up and it’s amusing me. It’s childish I know, but I can’t help myself. She’s in my space. I could kill Atlas for putting me in this position. I don’t need a woman around, especially not this one. She’s driving me to distraction and I’ve got a serious game at the weekend. All our games are serious, we are top in the country right now and none of us can let that slide. The practice sessions, the training, the endless drills are hard work. But it’s worth it. I love being there right at the top. It was my dream since I was a kid and knowing my folks have always been right behind me, means that I can’t ever let them d
ImogenI’m so angry at him. He honestly thinks that he is some kind of gift to women. Yeah, so what? I have checked his Instagram page. I couldn’t help it. There was a stupid stage I went through when I was about fifteen when I really fancied him. Personally, I blame it on being a teenager and growing up.Even though he constantly took the piss out of me and was always banging on about me reading or having my head in a book and being a goodie-two shoes, I still fancied him. Who wouldn’t with his gorgeous electric blue eyes and that hair that falls ridiculously into his face. His jaw line has always been chiseled and those cheek bones would make a model jealous. Then there are those fat, plump lips. They would drive me insane. Every time he’d be saying something shitty to me, all I could do was watch them and wonder what it’d be like if he kissed me. Of course, Cody was way too busy being a jerk to me and kissing other girls.That man has always been a serial dater. He’s a fucking man-
Cody “Change of plan.” Atlas says on the other end of the phone. “We’re going to drive to Half Moon Bay and go to the bar on the ocean front. You still in?” I’d rather have gone to Daisy’s it’s up the road, it’s comfortable and everyone knows us there. The vibe is good but if Atlas wants to go to Half Moon Bay then that is where we’ll end up. He usually get his own way being team captain and all that. “Sure, why not. I’ll drive since I’m not drinking. Our game is at the weekend I don’t want to feel like shit going into it. It’s too important.” “No problem. I’ll not be drinking much either just a couple of beers. But you know for Imogen it’ll be lovely to take her out to the ocean front. Especially having been stuck in New York.” “They have the bay there.” I say not impressed the change of plan is all about Immi. Fuck’s sake. When did she become the most important person to impress? I know she’s Atlas’s sister but really? “It’s not the same bro, you know that. I’ve spoken to the gu
Cody The guys are already in the changing room. It’s time to take my mind of Immi. That woman sure is getting under my skin and it’s not even been twenty-four hours. How I’m going to last six months is beyond me. I’m swaying from angry-pissed off to wanting to tear her clothes off and letting her know what my tongue would feel like against her clit. “Hey, Cody. You’ve decided to join us.” Atlas thinks he’s so funny. I’m only ten minutes late. Besides they’re not even changed into their kit yet. Too much bicep showing going on and whose got the best abs. We’re such jerks right? I know but it’s fun and in any case, I already know my abs beat the total shit out of theirs. I work like a demon in the gym, in the pool, I do Pilates and Hot Yoga. I’m obsessed with being the best and staying at the top. Ain’t no fucker going to knock me off. “Yeah, had a call come in from Amber.” Atlas and I both use Amber as our assistant-P.R. person it’s just easier that way and she keeps us both extremel
Imogen Well, I’m pleased he is finally out of the house. Damn that man, Cody. And damn me. I can’t stand that I actually find him so fucking attractive. His body is insane. He looks like a male model you know, the pictures you’d find on P*******t. And yes I do kind of stalk that app an awful lot. Why not? I like looking at nice looking guys. Cody is so tall, he’s like a man mountain and makes me feel like a friggin dwarf when I was in the kitchen making his breakfast. Boy, he sure has grown up. Only, I wish he wouldn’t have grown up to be so bloody good looking. It’s freaking me out right now that he has this effect on me. The man is gorgeous with a capital G. And for me that’s the worst thing ever because I absolutely do not want to think of my brother’s best friend being so good looking. With his tousled hair and those eyes of his when he was looking at me, and that smirk on his face. One minute I wanted to slap it off his damn face, the other I wanted to dash behind the island an
Immogen “Actually, I have no idea.” I am lying of course I am. This woman is almost as famous as Kim Kardashian but I feel like being obtuse because she is standing in my space. Her hands remain firmly on her skinny hips, that woman needs to eat a few more burgers. She’s definitely got that lollipop head thing going on where it looks like it’s way too big for her body. I glance at myself in the mirror, noticing how at least I have boobs, a waist and hips that flow out just enough to be grabbed during sex. I am definitely no stick insect unlike Jupiter Hilton standing before me. “Jupiter Hilton.” She huffs out and flicks her long hair over her shoulder. “Right and?” I say with a sarcastic tone. Actually, I am impressed so would you be if she was standing in your room – borrowed for six months room, that is. It’s not like I haven’t followed her but I am wondering if she is Cody’s latest banging play toy, then how come haven’t I seen anything on her social media or his? Okay, yes I h
Cody Daaamn, this girl is so friggin hot. I’m rising in my jeans I can feel my cock swelling and it’s beginning to feel painful against my zipper. What can you expect? Immi is so hot I can’t help the way my body is reacting. I’m pretty pissed off about it, let me tell you that much. For a start I can’t stand that she is in my space, the kid that irked me most of my childhood and to boot she is my best friend’s sister. Atlas would spew nuts if he realized I’m getting a boner over Immi. Even though I want to race upstairs and jerk myself off faster than a speeding bullet train, I’m rooted to the spot at the sight of her standing there in a white, fluffy bath sheet that I could easily unhook from her chest and watch as it pools to the ground and take in her fine body. Her tits are swelling over the top of the towel and I can see how fast she is breathing just by the way her chest is rising and dropping. I bet her nipples are begging to be teased by my teeth. The temptation is huge. So
Imogen Being this close to Cody in his super-star Rolls Royce is un-nerving to say the least. I can practically feel the sex dripping off him, no wonder the girls go wild for him. He is definitely a woman magnet. No wonder he’s such a manwhore. I just don’t want to end up being another one to tick off his list. No fucking way.Out of the corner of my eye I take in his formed biceps with tattoos running from his wrists to I guess his shoulder tops. It’s like a creeping vine with leaves off interspersed with different images. A rose, a heart, hockey sticks and a puck. Typical. Of course he is an ice hockey player. His v-neck shows a tattoo peeping just over the top, it looks like Latin letters, I’m wondering what a dumbass hockey player could possibly have written on his body. I bet it’s something he Googled and had put on. There’s no way he can know a word of Latin. Right?It’s kind of difficult not to want to run my hands up and down his large legs encased in the tightest navy jeans,