Gloves Off: a marriage of convenience hockey romance (Vancouver Storm Book 4)

In the middle of the night, my bedroom door opens.

I sit up, frowning in the dark as her figure moves through my room to my bed. She’s wearing a T-shirt and no pants.

My first thought is that she’s trying to mess with me in my sleep—draw a fake mustache on me with a Sharpie or shave my eyebrows off—but instead, she pulls back the duvet and slides into bed beside me.

Uh.

I’m wide-awake now, stiff like a board with her firm ass tucked against my cock. Her familiar violet scent surrounds me, her soft hair spilling over my skin. She lets out a content sigh, relaxing against my body. Her bare legs brush mine as she tucks her cold feet under mine.

“Warm,” she sighs.

I lie there, frozen, reeling. Is she drunk? She must be. I don’t smell booze, though, and she didn’t seem to be drinking at the game earlier.

“Doctor, what the actual fuck are you doing?” My voice rasps with sleep.

No answer.

“Doctor.”

My full attention narrows to where we touch, where her soft body presses into mine. I’m not a cuddling kind of guy, I remind myself, and I hate this.

In the back of my mind, I’m surprised at her sleep attire. She belongs in something expensive and lacy.

I catch myself. Because she’s spoiled and loves to spend money. Not because her body would look incredible.

“Go back to your bed,” I demand.

Nothing. Still fast asleep.

“Georgia.”

“Mmm.” She smiles into her pillow. My pillow. Not hers.

I shake her shoulder. “Georgia. Wake up. I’m going to put your shoes in the garbage again.” I give her cheek a few pats and her eyes flutter open.noveldrama

She squints in the dark, bleary-eyed, before she looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes go wide, and she’s out of the bed, fast like lightning.

“What the fuck?” she screeches. “Were you cuddling me, you fucking pervert?”

I gape at her. “Are you serious? You were in my bed. You came here!”

I can’t tell if she’s furious, embarrassed, or both. I don’t know what I am, either.

“Don’t do it again,” she sputters, before she hightails it out of my room and slams the door behind her.

Her fast footsteps move down the hall until her bedroom door closes with another slam, and the house goes silent.

What the fuck just happened?