Page 9 of Blind Date with a #HOCKEYBOY (Love Canyon: Blind Date with a #BOOKBOYFRIEND #2)
QUINN
“ W ait, what do you mean I missed the second interview?” My heart sank as Anne from the Seattle Revenge HR sighed sympathetically into the phone. I stared at the email confirming the interview I pulled up on my phone, tears threatening to fall as I stuttered and forwarded it to her.
“It looks like there was a glitch in our system, I am so very sorry. According to the calendar, the interview for the position was last Wednesday, and unfortunately another candidate was contacted after the no-show. I apologize about the mix up, but there’s nothing I can do at this point.
The position was filled. We’ll keep your resume and information on file if another position opens up and I’ll note the mix up.
” She at least sounded sincere, so I thanked her and hung up.
I shut my eyes, and tried to not burst into tears in the middle of the pick up area at the airport while I waited for Indie to pick me up.
It was bad enough that I had to explain to Owen, my brother’s friend from the Marine’s and the man who felt all the guilt in the world when he killed in service, that I was in fact, no longer engaged and had been avoiding telling him for almost five months, but now this?
Owen had gently scolded me, telling me he understood.
Then he added I didn’t need to keep anything from him from now on.
Because even though he had finally started letting go of some of the guilt over my brother’s death, he still wanted to be there for me, no matter what.
Try having that conversation right before boarding a flight to see your best friend…
and the one night stand blind date with a hockey boy who happened to live in the same place.
And he was the guy whose kiss made you want to do all the things you thought you’d never do.
Like work for a hockey team. I squeezed my eyes shut, and attempt to draw in a breath, when my phone pinged.
NOAH: Hey, beautiful. Hope you’re in the mood for tacos or at least a hockey game? Hope you landed and aren’t trapped on the runway, taxiing endlessly. If you are, just imagine how good I am at keeping promises. Even if you’re not, imagine it anyway.
And there’s the urge to clench my thighs as the memory of exactly how well Noah LeCavalier kept his promises crept up and held me defenseless and, yep, imagining all the ways he made me come.
Over and over. Until I was a limp mess. And that dirty good girls and cum talk? That one alone had my poor vibrator begging for a break. The man made me crazy, and I had only spent one night with him.
Well, one blind date and most of the next day naked.
Who knew orgasms were addicting? Wait, forget that.
Orgasms with Mark were not addicting. They didn’t even scratch the surface of how Noah wrung one after another from me, his dick so hard I was sure he couldn’t get any more aroused or harder.
He watched every reaction to every touch, lick, and…
other things. I felt him for days after, because my body had never been worshipped like that.
Ever.
And the way he watched me come? Pure male satisfaction with a twist of dirty sweetness. God, my panties were soaked just thinking about seeing him again. I typed out a response, hoping I sounded lighthearted and not ready to find him and beg him to do it all again.
Without feelings, of course.
QUINN: Promises, huh? And I love tacos. Got a place in mind? And remember the rules. No feelings.
NOAH: Feelings and orgasms are two different things, beautiful. I don’t just make breakfast…ever have tacos in front of a fireplace with a #HOCKEYBOY? Maybe a friends with benefits situationship?
“Hey, I’ve been calling your name for like five minutes!
Let’s go before they try to tow my car with me inside of it.
And I’ve go to pick up Trav and drop him at his dad’s in like ten minutes.
” Indra yelled as she hopped out of her Jeep and ran over to hug me, her breath visible in the cold Montreal air.
“I swear, next time, I get more time than Meredith. Or we both go to see her, because this snow is ridiculous. Or we visit you in Seattle. I know the weather’s not much better, but at least it’s not,” she gestured around her, dark hair flying and stomping her way too cute chunky heeled combats boots in the slushy snow on the sidewalk, “this.”
I chuckled, then sobered up. “Yeah, about Seattle. There was a mix up.”
She grabbed my carry on and popped in the backseat. “What kind of mix up?”
“Seems the date of my interview was actually last week, and they’ve filled the position.”
Her jaw dropped. “No!”
I nodded, and tried to smile. “Yep. So, looks like I am jobless as well as homeless.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I still stand on the offer to do something unspeakable and bury Mark where no one will ever find him.”
My lips twitched as I snorted and climbed in. “You’ve been reading too many dark romances.”
The engine flipped on, and she pulled into the merging lane she glared at me out of the side of her eye. “And you read too many sports romances. You need more obsession and orgasms in your life. And maybe a little choking,” she teased.
I gasped. “Listen, I know you need to get laid, but I have had orgasms recently, thank you very much.”
“WAIT, WHAT?” She shrieked as we flew down the highway.
I flinched. “I-”
“ARE YOU HOLDING OUT ON ME?”
“No-”
“Meredith would’ve told me, which means you didn’t tell her either! Did you hook up with NOAH FUCKING LECAVALIER on your blind date?”
Shit. “ I-”
“Quinn, I know when you’re lying so spill,” Indie demanded. “Remember, your poker face is your weakness and holy hell, you’re blushing! You did! You hooked up with HOCKEY BOY!”
I groaned, my hands covering my face. “Maybe.”
“Oh my God!! Quinn!! Is he huge? Because the height difference alone is giving me chills. Did he throw you around? Was it dirty? I bet he’s dirty, because he’s so sweet and kinda goofy but in a sexy way. Like, you know he turns all crazy when he’s about to-”
“INDRA!”
She cackled as he navigated the late Thursday night traffic in the city. “What? I have to get Trav and I need the details before I get to Nia’s house. Telllll meeeeee,” she pleaded.
“Fine,” I huffed, even as a smile threatened to make my cheeks hurt. I spilled all the dirty details, including the fact that he was… the kiss .
“ Shut. The. Front. Door!”
“Noah was the kiss.”
“If you would’ve told me he was the Beetlejuice guy, I could’ve told you it was Noah and-”
“And I probably would’ve been so embarassed I would’ve never even gone on the blind date and missed out on six orgasms. Wait, how do you know he was Beetlejuice? I couldn’t find you until after the haunted house was over.”
It was her time to blush. “I ran into Theo, and ended up arguing with him.”
“I’m surprised you’re helping him with his son, considering how much you hate him, Indie.”
She waved her hand. “The girls love him, and it’s kind of fun to watch him squirm when I’m around. Serves him right.”
I only knew the scant details, but once upon a time, Indra admitted she had a crush on her big brother’s best friend. Until everything changed. To this day, she hasn’t told me or Meredith what happened. Only that she hated him.
“So,” she continued, “Enough about my issues. Are you seeing him this weekend?”
“We’re having dinner tomorrow, just as friends ,” I admitted, emphasizing the last word. “But only that’s okay with you, since it looks like I’ll be staying longer-”
“Friends???”
“Okay, maybe friends with..benefits?” I cringed, because who was I? “Is that-”
“Um, I’ll never deny you an orgasm or six,” she quipped. We neared Nia’s and Indie pulled into the driveway. “Especially since the Great Mark Drought has ended. Theo said they’re doing game night Saturday at Noah’s. I think we should crash.”
“We should?”
A wicked grin spread across her face. “I’ll even call in reinforcements. Zoe and Eden are going to love you.”
Ah. Zoe and Eden. The besties.
She hopped out of the car. “Be right back.”
I swear as she walked up to the house, I heard her mutter, “Friends my ass.”
Right then and there, I reminded myself what it was like to lose yourself in someone then have to figure out who you were all over again. And how I promised myself I was never going back to that girl ever again.
“You really want to play with us, Indie?” Travis, Theo’s son, asked as Indie grinned at him and ruffled his hair.
His grin was all the things adorable and unfiltered that I kid should have.
From what Indie told me, he had come far in the last few months from the boy who whispered when he even spoke.
She placed her hands on her heart. “Trav, I am a Mario Kart queen. Noah has no chance with this team,” she added gesturing between the two of them. “But, first we have to go cheer on your dad, right?”
Travis nodded. “And have pretzels and lemonade.”
“Yep. Now, let’s get you inside before your dad texts us and wants to know what nefarious plans we’re hatching in the driveway. We don’t want him to think I like him, right?”
Trav laughed. “Nope.” He waved at me from the back of the Jeep. “Nice to meet you, Quinn.”
“Same, Trav. And it’s so cool to find another Pokemon Go player.” I held up my phone. “I’ll send you gifts every single day.”
The little boy laughed as he got out of the car and ran up with Indie to the front door of Theo’s place.
“ Not like him , my ass,” I muttered as the two hugged and Theo opened the door. The way he looked at Indie was definitely not the kind of look someone who hated you wore. At all.