Page 29 of Ice Devil

I made it to the corridor without being seen, heading in through the spa’s double glass doors with a huge smile on my face. As soon as the girl behind the desk saw me, her eyes lit up.

“Oh. Oh. You’re that hockey player. Right?”

“Why, yes, I am.” Where had that voice come from? Deep and as if I was the voice behind movie trailers.

“Mr. Kendrick, you are the best. My favorite player of all time.” The girl fanned her face.

“You’re very kind.”

“What can I do for you?”

I leaned over the counter, offering my sexiest smile. “Well, I believe you have a woman currently getting a massage. That’s my… friend. I’d like to surprise her. Would you mind telling me which room she’s in?”

“Let me see.” Her fingers flew as she checked on the computer. “She’s in room A fifteen. You’re in luck. It’s a couple’s room. The single rooms were all booked.”

“Perfect.” A real surprise. “You’re a doll. Thank you very much.”

As soon as I started to walk away, she became frantic, searching for some paper. “Wolfman. Would you mind giving me your autograph?”

Wolfman.

Nothing cut into a man’s psyche like being recognized as your brother, the real star of the Hellions. “Why not.” What the heck? I’d make her day. If there was one certainty about the trip, it was that Ford would never consider getting a massage from anyone but his fiancée.

She’d cut his dick off otherwise.

With the deed done, I searched the hallways until I found the room. As quietly as possible, I opened the door to find her all alone lying on a table with a sheet draped over her.

There was soft music playing in the background, the dim lighting creating the perfect relaxing atmosphere. As luck would have it, Sloane’s head was turned in the opposite direction.

I snuck in, ensuring she didn’t hear a thing when I closed the door behind me.

As I approached, I noticed oils already laid out. Why not? With a good amount of oil on my hands, I approached the table. As soon as I placed my palms on her shoulders she jumped, but she didn’t look to find out who was touching her.

Now I was grinning like a kid who’d just eaten an entire box of Oreos.

“Oh, I didn’t hear you come in. Mmm… That feels good.”

“Anywhere in particular?” My attempt at disguising my voice sucked. I sounded like a harp seal who’d just sucked in some helium, but she didn’t seem to pay any attention.

“Oh, everywhere. I’m full of kinks.”

“After last night?” My hands immediately stopped moving. Didn’t women usually feel relaxed after sex? Oops. Hopefully she hadn’t noticed my mistake.

“Let’s just say I was preoccupied with a rough and tumble giant.”

Hmm. Alright. I’d take that. “Sounds interesting.”

“Oh, it was.”

I continued rubbing, taking my time on her shoulders while she moaned, the sound even more evocative than I’d heard the night before.

“That feel good?”

“Yes,” she purred. “So much better than his touch last night.”

What? I pulled my hands away. She had to be kidding me.

“There had to be something about him that made your time worthwhile.”