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The cursor blinks in the search bar. Seventy thousand dollars. That's rent, care fees, everything, with enough left to build back some of what I've spent. I played hockey for seven years. I know the game the way you know something you loved before you chose something else. When I told Kai that medicine cost me something I loved, I wasn't lying. The head coach at Ellington is a woman called Harlow, I looked her up once for no reason I wanted to examine and she runs a serious program that wins.

She saw Alexander's thigh pushed between her brother's legs. "Oliver?" Scarlett gasped. She dropped the clean towels on the floor as she saw Alexander's face. Alexander froze completely. The Ice King was trapped. Scarlett stood frozen on the carpet. She looked at the black silk mask on the floor. Then she looked up at the tall man's face. Alexander Whitman. The famous hockey captain. The man from the luxury hotel. Scarlett's eyes went wide. Her face turned red with sudden, hot anger. She looked at Alexander's large hands holding her brother. She looked at the highly intimate way their bodies pressed together.

“You’re selfish, Hau Alexander Kane.” I tilted my head. “And you’re predictable, Alice Hau.” She adjusted herself on the bed, her movements stiff. “We’ve allowed you to play hockey, but as for this sexuality and romance issue, end it.” My brows furrowed. “End what?” “This nonsense,” she said. “Whatever… phase this is. Your involvement with that Eve girl. Your behavior. All of it. You need to focus on Geneva if you want to continue hockey.” I stared at her for a second… then burst into laughter.

Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchange glances.

“I’ve played different ice sports for over a century. Hockey now. It’s easy to hide among athletes.” He looked at Alex seriously. “I drink stored blood so I don’t hurt people. But this—” he gestured between them “—is dangerous. If hunters or the league find out… it’s over.” Alex stepped closer. “Let them worry about that,” he said. Then he kissed Jake again, slower this time. Jake melted into the kiss. They fell onto the grass together under the stars, laughing softly between kisses. For a while there was nothing but the sound of the lake and their breathing.

OFFSIDE TEMPTATION ( A DARK EROTIC HOCKEY ROMANCE) BOOK 6 Intro; Lena Marquez has one personal rule: Never date professional athletes. As a senior editor constantly surrounded by hockey players, athletes with god complexes, reckless habits and commitment issues disguised with expensive smiles, she knows better than to fall for men built like a walking bad decisions. But then she meets Mercer Hayes. He’s Chicago’s star defenseman who’s cold, heavily tattooed, emotionally unreadable and terrifyingly calm for a man constantly involved in on-ice fights. Fans call him The Wall because nothing gets through to him.

"Look, I get it. New guy, hockey captain, whatever. But I'm not interested in charity cases." Charity case. The words echoed in my head, each repetition cutting deeper. "I was trying to read," I managed to say, my voice shaking. "In the history section? Right." He leans closer, and I can smell his cologne, expensive, confident. Everything I'm not. "Let me guess. You're one of those girls who thinks if she hangs around long enough, maybe the popular guy will notice her?" "No, I..." "Well, congratulations. I noticed. And here's some free advice find someone in your own league."

“Come with me? Pleeease? I’ll introduce you to his sweet teammates, you’re bound to like one of them.” She immediately starts to protest, but I hit her with my biggest baby face, my eyes wide and dramatic. Freya groans, chuckling. “Ugh, fine. Just remind me ahead of time so I can clear my schedule. But I’m not promising to hook up with anyone.” “That’s my bestie!” I squeal, wrapping my arms around her. “Trust me, there’s no way you’ll meet a hockey player and not melt. Those guys are a different breed.”

“Whoa. You look like you didn’t sleep.” I slid onto the stool beside her and popped a grape into my mouth. “Because I didn’t. Not really.” She raised an eyebrow, amusement sparkling in her eyes. “Dreams again?” I buried my face in my hands. “I swear I’m cursed.” Sophie laughed softly. “You’re not cursed, Tessy. You just want to jump his bones. Why don’t you actually talk to him instead of torturing yourself every night?” “Easy for you to say,” I muttered. “Have you seen him? He’s the star of the hockey team. Girls literally throw themselves at him. And I’m… me.” I gestured at my outfit. “Dressed like a comfortable toddler most days.”

“Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?” His eyes shifted sideways. “Why would I do that?” “Then, why did some random girl from my class who looks like she would be the last person to care about something like this, say you have been confirming all the rumours about us, which doesn’t help the other rumours about me!” His face turned stone cold. “What rumours about you?” I scoffed. “Like you haven’t heard. I’m the hockey slut, I supposedly let all the players have their turn at me before I go running back to you. Ring a bell?”