Page 19 of Ice King

She was in the middle of giving another player a massage.

And the bastard was only wearing boxer shorts. What the fuck did he think he was doing? A swell of darkness oozed from every pore, my wolf scratching the surface as if requiring being allowed to come out and play.

Wait. Hold on. Was I jealous? Was that the problem here? Hell, I wasn’t even that attracted to her. Whatever the case, seeing the Dominator lying on the table, the place where I was supposed to be at this moment pissed me off as much as having her involvement on the team.

She rubbed her hands down her back, reaching his… Oh, hell no. She was not going to massage his butt.

An involuntary and very possessive growl left my throat before I could stop it. While she didn’t stop working, she lifted her head, eyeing me as if a morsel of meat she was eager to consume.

Not in a good way. There was nothing sensual or inviting about her expression whatsoever.

“Forty-five minutes, Mr. Kendrick. Come back in forty-five minutes.”

“Hey. He took my spot.” My eyes settled on her hands on his butt just as Dan turned his head, grinning in a way that told me everything I didn’t need to know.

He was enjoying the hell out of the massage.

Even grunting in pleasure like some beast in the wild.

Damn him.

Georgia didn’t miss a beat, removing her attention from me. She was dismissing me.

I remained where I was for a full two minutes until I was tossed another quick look. “Why don’t you close the door on your way out.” She wasn’t asking.

She was demanding.

Fine. I closed it alright, hard enough the entire building shook.

I paced the hallway for thirty minutes, finally retreating to the locker room to strip off my clothes. Boxer shorts, huh? Well, if she was worried about my full body wellness then by all means, I’d allow her to rub her hands all over every inch of my body at will.

With a towel wrapped around me, I clocked my time, making it to the room in exactly forty-five minutes.

The door was open, the Dominator nowhere to be seen. But Georgia was perched on a stool in the corner. What was she doing? Reading?

I don’t know why seeing her taking time for herself bothered me. I had no right to feel anything. She wasn’t on the clock other than when required to give a massage. But I ended up lashing out before I knew what I was doing.

“Let me guess. Some romance novel? A hot alpha male claiming some helpless female who ends up doing anything he commands? Is that what you like?”

She read at least another two paragraphs before sliding a bookmark into place and closing the book. From where she sat, I couldn’t make out the title but was determined to find out.

While shifters could usually only read minds with others in our own species, I didn’t need to be a genius or to have extreme abilities to know what she was thinking.

Or maybe planning.

“How interesting that the men with the smallest dicks are the ones with the biggest mouths. On the table, Mr. Kendrick. And go ahead and close the door. I wouldn’t want anyone to interrupt us. Would you?”

Oh, she had an edge to her voice that created another and entirely different set of emotions. However, instead of pressing the issue, I closed the door like she asked, immediately stripping off the towel wrapped around my waist.

Her eyes flickered in both annoyance and appreciation from seeing my naked body as she’d done the day before. Herexpression and the lingering of her heated gaze was a sweet enough reward for her earlier comment.

“On my stomach, or would you prefer to start with the front where my true muscles need a little manipulation?”

Every step methodical, she closed the distance between us. The book remained in her hand, turned so I was able to catch the title.

Well, shit. She was reading a book on professional hockey. “Not that my reading material is any of your business, but I was encouraged to learn as much as I could about the sport. I’m sure the coach believes that in doing so, I’ll have a better understanding of why the game is so important to you and to the other team members. What I’d learned so far has been fascinating. You all have larger than life egos, personalities that would indicate a need to prove your worth. If that’s the truth, then I would believe you’d embrace every opportunity to improve your skills through the use of any method available.”

Well, damn. She had me there. “Yeah. Sure.”