Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Maybe that’s the question I should ask.
Going for a bargain, I ask, “You can ask me one.”
“I don’t want to know anything!” she yells, flustered, her hands flying in the air. I don’t miss the way her leg is bouncing or how she is squirming in her seat. She’s getting overwhelmed, and I wonder if she still freaks out when she gets to that point. Her parents always tried to make her hold it all in, but I loved how she blew up. She was herself.
“Lies. Surely there is something you want to know.” I can hear the deep teasing to my voice.
I grin when I realize what I’m doing.
I’m flirting with the ice princess.
She doesn’t answer right away, her green eyes holding mine hostage, and I swear I can see the wheels grinding in her brain. Her little chin tips up, looking so damn pretty I want to gobble her up. I’m on the edge of my seat, praying she says yes. Instead, she glares. “Stop messing with me and flustering me. No matter what, I am here to get this job done, and you aren’t going to chase me away.”
I grin. “You think that’s my endgame?”
“I don’t care one way or another. Cut it out. I’m not going anywhere.”
I know she means the words she says, and they surprise me. I know she doesn’t want to be here, but I’m realizing she truly does want to help me. I know that I should back off, that I’m not being professional, but I can’t help my need to get under her skin. I thread my fingers before lifting my hands behind my head and leaning back, my gaze never wavering. “If that was my endgame, you’re playing right into it. All flustered and pink.”
“Jett,” she warns, and I love that her neck is now red. “We are here for a meeting.”
“Shouldn’t we get to know each other?” I suggest, but she doesn’t agree in the least.
With her shoulders back, her back ramrod straight, and her dainty little nose in the air, she looks every bit a well-bred Winthrop. Someone I know who is completely out of my league. But fuck if I don’t want to play in that league with her.
With her voice tight and her eyes in slits, she tells me, “There is absolutely nothing I want to know about you that I don’t already know. Now, can we please get through my notes?”
I hold her gaze, and it bothers me that she doesn’t want to know anything about me.
But most of all, it drives me wild that I want to know every single thing about her.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
Fable
I usually skate daily to maintain my endurance and keep my skills up to par, but for the last two weeks, I’ve skated so I don’t murder Jett Cook.
Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill fills the rink as I dig my skates into the ice and skate off my frustration. He makes me crazy. It doesn’t matter what I suggest; he has an issue with it. I want to advertise the figure skating program during Beer League games, but he says it’s dumb because no one is reading ads, they’re watching him play.
Cocky asshole!
I suggest we do an overhaul of the pro shop, but he doesn’t want to give up his hockey space. When I said I’ll take one of the birthday rooms, he lost his damn mind and caved on the space in the pro shop. Everything I need to do to get the figure skating program afloat, he doesn’t agree with. I want to revamp our budget, but he doesn’t want to give more money to the program because it’s not bringing in money. Doesn’t he know you’ve got to spend money to make money! In the two weeks since our first meeting, the only thing he’s agreed to is the email newsletter, as long as I’m the one doing it.
He’s a fucking pain!
I’m sure he is so disagreeable because he loves to see me lose it. Each time I start yelling or snapping at him, he gets this grin on his face that I want to smack right the hell off. He doesn’t stop staring at my boobs, and I swear he is flirting with me. But that can’t be. He has never flirted with me before, but I can see his eyes wander, and a heated look settles in his gaze every time.
He confuses the hell out of me, but I know that’s his game plan.
Drive me so damn crazy that I leave.
Jackass.
I’m going to stay just to drive him as crazy as he’s driving me!
I do a series of leaps so I don’t go to the east rink where he is currently coaching and throttle him. We have continued our morning meetings, in which we spend an hour going back and forth about everything I want to do. This morning was extra rough since he doesn’t want to spend the amount we need to upgrade the west rink.