My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player

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only to find myself working more jobs than a human should legally be al

while my friends partied inside. Instead, I was speed-running life as a waitress, bartender, and occasio

I was lat

y breath in Spanish, catching myself before I face-planted. The driver shot me a look b

never had to check their bank balances before ordering a drink. A sports event, which meant two

g too loudly. A model in a tight red dress eyed me like I'd personally offended

my temporary boss saw me now, I was done. Fired. On the streets. Probably

f servers and secured my

nough," a voice

e again? The last time we worked at this charity event, I nearly beat her up, but I had to remind myself that I was h

a cartoon," I

ked. "Ex

had rent to pay, I couldn't afford to waste energ

g orders, dodging drunk hands, and tryin

ng out the perfumes I had inhaled, I turned a corner, my body

it. A

ll, very

ing for impact-someone was about to yell at me, and I was about to apologize profusely to keep my

didn'

ith the kind of lazy smirk that suggested he was e

urmured. His voice was deep, slurred

ut of bed. Chiseled jaw, a hint of stubble. And then-his eyes. Blue. A de

ack, hands up.

ng his head. "And

,

to get him out of sight before my boss

ind. "Come on, let's get you somewher

me guide him through the hall, away fro

xhaled dramatically. "If you wanted to be

se my dream is to babysit a dru

unbothered. "You're

against mine in a way that sent an unexpected shiver d

until you

could take a step, his fingers

" he m

derpaid, exhausting job that I might

ze darkening. "Don

tell my landlord that some guy told me n

warm. "It's a lif

yes. "You sound like a sc

g over my palm. The touch was light, teasing,

scams," he s

lowed.

iving, too caught up in the grind of making ends meet. But this m

wrist, his touch confident yet unhurried

idn

have. But

day, but that didn't matter right now. Not when I was blessed with the attention of this rea

d on my lips. "T

th to say what,

n he ki

g the waters. Then deeper, like h

n it, I

ing into the fabric of his shirt. He taste

way that had nothin

murmured against my l

sed him back. "You rich guys r

elicious sound, befo

enagers. The next, we were stumbling into his suite -sprawling

the floor. S

orever, I wasn't just s

tonight, at least I got the b