All Chapters of 21 Days In The Hockey Captain's Bed : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Authors Pov“Happy birthday to me,” Yennifer whispered to the mirror, tugging the blue dress smooth over her hips.Daniel had chosen it and told her, "No questions, just wear it,” even though the shade of blue was contrasting with her hair, but she didn’t mind, because she loves him. He had also promised she’d never forget this birthday.”“What if he proposes tonight?” Yennifer whispered to herself, her voice heavy with excitement, a smile spreading so wide it seemed to light up her whole face. She tucked a strand of her red hair behind her ear, her hazel eyes finding her reflection as her trembling hands tried to steady the fluttering in her chestThen she reached for the small wrapped box on her dresser, the one she had bought with two months of her salary. A watch for Daniel Her phone glowed.7:20 p.m.No messages.Her smile thinned. “He’s still setting up,” she said to the empty room, and slipped the gift into her handbag before leaving for the restaurant Daniel picked By eight

Yennifer Winterbourne had spent the entire morning pretending she was fine.She kept repeating it to herself while getting dressed in the outfit Chloe had chosen for her after declaring, “You cannot go to a hockey game looking like a grieving widow.”It was a plain but flattering deep green dress, paired with a light coat and boots that went past her knees. Nothing too loud or desperate.Just then her phone lit up again. Daniel again. She watched the name flash across the screen, but didn't pick up. A second later, a text came through.“Answer your phone, please; we need to talk”.Yennifer stared at the message as she thought, “The nerve of him” Then she went ahead and blocked him.“Progress,” she muttered before checking her bag to make sure everything she'll be needing is in there. The interview sheet filled with questions to ask was folded inside her notebook. A part of her still couldn’t believe Mr. Harrison had actually said yes to Annabelle’s smug performance in the meeting. An

It's been two days,Two restless days since the incident, and she could still taste her embarrassment; It lingered in her throat, bitter and impossible to swallow, as if she had bitten down on her own shame.For a second there, the bathroom. The steam. The shock. The memory of George Ashford, bare-backed and wet and impossibly unguarded, flashed so sharply through her mind that she nearly forgot where she was.“Miss Yennifer. How’s the interview coming along?” Her boss's question pulled her back to the present as the room fell silent. She was currently in one of the department's weekly briefings and had never been one for attention. Tightly, she clutched her notes in one hand as she felt every pair of eyes swing toward her at once. Heat rushed up her neck and into her face; she could almost hear the rush of blood in her ears. Across the table, Annabelle wore a gloating look, as if she knew Yennifer had failed.The interview. The one she had been dodging. The one that could change her

“Miss Yennifer,” he repeated, as if he were tasting her name on his lips. “Did you come all this way to interview me, or to try seducing me again? Because you’ve got some nerve showing up here.”His words kept repeating in her ears. Rage filled her so fast; all she saw was red!She stared at him, still in shock at both the words he uttered and the fact that she was completely wrong. He knew who she was. All this time, he knew. He had stood there in the lobby pretending not to recognize her, letting her think she’d imagined the whole humiliating business, and now he was speaking to her as if she had deliberately marched into his life with flirtation on her mind. When all this time he thought…Wait, seduce him?Did he really just say that?Her face burned all over again, but this time, it wasn't embarrassment but anger.Tightening her grip around my handbag, she astonishingly asked,“I’m sorry?”George Ashford simply stared at her with a blank look. If anything, he seemed mildly enterta