The locker room was loud today. Spirits were high because we’d won our last game and had just finished a grueling practice. I’d showered and was about to go to a buffet with Killian and Liam, where I’d eat more than my money’s worth.
“The bed was knocking against the wall ’til three this morning,” my teammate Tony Karpas said to Shuck. “Did she manage to walk out of our apartment this morning or did you have to carry her?”
Shuck turned a dark shade of crimson. He was a super nice, non-womanizing guy who didn’t get a lot of women in the sack.
“Shucked her pretty good, eh?” another teammate said, laughing.
“Did you shuck her in the ass?” someone else yelled.
Shuck looked like he was about to die of embarrassment. I felt bad for the guy. I was about to go over and save him when the locker room started to quiet.
I turned my back to see Keri, our team PR person, looking at me expectantly.
Thank fuck I had my pants on. Our new owner Sid and Keri both went in and out of the locker room with no care for whether or not we were dressed. I didn’t like it since I knew Killian was with Sid and suspected Liam was with Keri.
“I’ve got some exciting news,” Keri said. “You’ve been named one of the Hottest Men on Ice by Glamorous, a national magazine.”
The locker room went silent.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“A reporter and photographer will be coming to interview you and take photos for the article.”
The snickers started. I shook my head and shot a few dirty looks around the room.
“Is this a joke?” I asked Keri. “If Liam set you up to do this—”
Keri rolled her eyes and glared at me. “Really? Is this where you tell me you’re not that hot and I reassure you that you are?”
“No, I just wasn’t expecting anything like this.”
“It’s an honor. I’m sitting in on the interview if you don’t mind. They’ll be here Thursday.”
I pulled a T-shirt on over my head and nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
“And I think we’ll do some shirtless photos on the ice.”
“I’ll freeze my balls off.”
She gave me a big, fake smile. “It’s for a great cause. You’ll have women beating down your door soon.”
Then she turned and left before I could protest further.
ABOUT BRENDA ROTHERT