Lea’s eyes widen, but Ana grins wickedly, “Let’s do it.”
“C’mon Lea. It’s just for fun. You know I’d rather burn every article of Lululemon in my closet than touch a hockey player. I promise I’ll toss it before Reed gets home,” I tell her.
Sitting down between them, I number the paper from one to ten.
“So, who are we putting first? And please don’t say Adams or I’m going to vomit all over this couch.” I grimace.
Ana takes another sip of her champagne as she considers her picks. Surprisingly, it’s Lea that speaks first. “Definitely Asher. I think he’s a solid choice. Loyal, super-hot, stays out of the headlines,”
I nod. “You’re right. He’s the safe choice. But are we rating them on who we’d settle down with or who we’d want to have the hottest, sweatiest sex with?”
Lea’s cheeks heat, and she groans. “You’re right. Your brother’s gotta go first.”
“I cannot put my brother’s name on a scorecard of players I’d like to fuck, Lea. Gross. Maybe he can have an honorable mention or something.”
Ana laughs. “Yeah, my vote’s Hudson.”
"What about Matthews? He’s hot, and he has a great ass.”
“Yes!” We all say together, and I scribble his name in my messy handwriting on the top spot. We spend the next few minutes tossing names onto the list in ranking order.
“Listen Em, I know you have a strong distaste for him… but Graham’s gotta be number five. Honestly, he’s probably number one, but for you, we’ve moved him down.”
I groan. “He’s an egotistical douche.”
Ana nods. “But he’s a hot douche, and who cares if he’s a douche if he’s got a big dick and makes you have vaginal orgasms?”
We’ve all heard the “locker-room” talk that made it out of the locker room, especially about Adams and his puck bunnies. I’m definitely anti-Graham, but objectively speaking, I guess he’s a tad bit attractive.
Annnnd, I’m outvoted.
“Fine. Adams, number five.” I begrudgingly write his name on the list, and we move on until we have all ten spots filled in.
Briggs
Hudson
Asher
Matthew
Graham
A solid list, if I do say so myself, even though, in actuality, I wouldn’t touch any of these men with a ten-foot pole, but it’s still fun to see where they rank when compared together.
“What’s your deal with the no-athlete thing anyway, Em?” Ana asks. “You’re like surrounded by hot hockey players.”
I shrug. “I had a thing, a long time ago, with a hockey guy, and you know I don’t repeat the same mistakes twice. He was a cheating asshole who made a complete fool of me. No one really even knew we were seeing each other. I kept it a secret because I didn’t want to deal with Reed grilling me and giving me the third degree, then going all psycho big brother on him. I don’t know, most hockey players are players and unable to commit to anything, unless it’s a puck bunny for the night. So, no athletes for me. Not just hockey players. Plus, I’ve been around them my entire life. While I love them, I would never date one. I know exactly how they are.”
Lea’s eyes soften, and she reaches out to rub my arm sympathetically. “Guys are dicks. I’m just glad that you and Landon are done. He was a dickhole.”
I suck in a breath, nodding. “Hewasfairly… dull.” My eyes drift down to the scorecard in my hand, pausing over Graham’s name again.
There was a time, back when he was first drafted to the Avalanches, that I thought he was cute, and I don’t know, before I learned that he’s the biggest manwhore on the team and doesn’t care about anything but his ego, I might have said yeah had he asked me out, despite my no-athlete rule, maybe I might have even broken my rules for him.
Now that I know who he really is?Never.
The guy has a different girl on speed dial for Monday through Sunday. Seriously? Who does that? He probably doesn’t even remember their names, just calls them by the day of the week that he sleeps with them.