Page 4 of The Fake Out

He shook his head at me and walked back to the bar, leaving my question unanswered.

The mysterious Holmstrom brother locked eyes with me. He gave me a small wave, and I noted one of his arms was covered in tattoos as colorful as mine. Oh yes, I wanted to get a better look at those. Preferably while wearing little to no clothing.

I finished my beer, and I perked up when I saw the mysterious hottie walking over toward me with the check.

“My dad wants to know if you need a ride home,” he grumbled.

I shook my head. “No need for that. You play hockey, right?”

“Yeah, for Toronto. I hate coming home.”

I racked my brain for information. Hal said two of his sons were in the league playing for Canadian cities, but I couldn’t remember either of their names. Neither of them came home that often, so I’d never met them.

“What’s your name, again?” I asked.

“Blaise.”

“I’m Veronica.”

I held out my hand, offering it to him. His grip was firm, and it sent a warm sensation down my body. Holy shit, he had nice forearms. They were so huge and veiny...

Okay, I really need to get laid.

“Nice to meet you, Veronica,” he said, and then he walked off.

I totally didn’t stare at his hockey butt while he walked away. Just kidding! I totally did.

And hockey butt was real. Oh boy, was it real. I always forgot hockey players were massive dudes with trim waists and big asses. Seriously, that hockey butt commercial one of the Detroit players did a while back was such a thirst trap. But accurate.

My libido wondered how I could get that man on top of me. Or behind me. I was horny tonight, especially since I thought I was going to get laid before my date bailed. Wasn’t that the only reason people used those apps? I wasn’t looking for something long-term. I had that before, and he left. Everyone would abandon me someday, so I might as well enjoy the ride on my own terms.

Blaise came back to take my credit card. He looked annoyed. “Dad said I have to drive you home.”

I sent a glare to the older man at the bar, who gave me that ‘stern dad’ look in return.

I sighed. “I live out in the suburbs. You really don’t have to.”

“Dad will take you himself if you don’t let me.”

I rolled my eyes. Hal was a teddy bear but also super over-protective.

“Fine,” I said and handed Blaise my credit card so I could pay my bill.

He took it and was back seconds later with the receipt for me to sign. I signed it quickly, leaving a nice tip for Ayden, and then I stood. I grabbed my purse off the back of the chair while Blaise waited for me.

I followed him to his car and watched Blaise’s tight ass on the way. His six-foot-three height towered over me. I wasn’t tiny, I clocked in at five-foot-seven, but this man was like a mountain next to me. Hmm. Maybe I could find myself beneath this hunky man tonight. If I played my cards right.

“You didn’t have to drive me home. It’s kinda far,” I admitted after we had been driving for a couple of minutes.

Blaise shrugged. “It’s not a problem. Besides, my dad likes you. Surprisingly.”

“What does that mean?” I snapped.

He sighed and pointed to my tattooed arm. “Dad always gives me shit about my tattoos.”

I laughed. “Oh, yeah, he gave me hell too, but I’m an artist, so…”

I peered at his sleeve. He had some blank canvas in spots that I thought needed to be filled in, but nothing too out of place. I would have loved to get my hands and my tattoo machine on him. More than anything, I wanted to get my mouth on his skin. I’d kiss my way down those colorful tattoos as I marveled at his incredible body.