Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Livia’s gaze softened.
“Plus, I’m horny.”
She scoffed at that.
I beamed with my broken-tooth grin, swallowing down the fact that the woman I’d most like to prove myself to was her. But I couldn’t admit that — at least, not yet. Maybe one day she’d see me as more than an annoying fly buzzing around her, but for now, I just needed her to see enough to give me this.
Livia tongued her cheek. “What’s in it for me?”
“What do you want?”
“A million dollars.”
I laughed heartily, but then coughed and choked a little when I realized she was serious.
“You’re kidding,” I tried.
“Not even a little bit.”
I blinked at her.
“Listen, I make good money. I’m a dentist. But at this point, all my best friends are married to, or seriously dating, a millionaire. And then there’s Mia, who will probably hit a billion soon. And judge me if you want to, but I’m a bad bitch just like the rest of them. I deserve to jet set around the world, dress myself in diamonds, and buy myself a bougie ass car on a man’s dime just because.”
“Done.”
The word was out of me even before her little speech finished. The truth was she didn’t need to convince me, but I did agree with her. She deserved to be spoiled. If she let me, I’d happily give her the passwords to all my accounts and watch her drain every single one. Besides, I’d just signed a new contract with the team, one that guaranteed me more money in the coming seasons and came with a fat signing bonus, too.
What the hell was I going to spend that money on that would be better than bedroom lessons from Livia fucking Young?
Liv tilted her head like she didn’t believe me, or like she didn’t think I realized she was dead serious.
“You’ll give me a million dollars,” she said, deadpan.
“I’ll give you two.”
Her eyes shot wide at that. “Two-million dollars, and all I have to do is help you unleash your freak?”
“See?” I waved my hand toward the space between us. “Tell me this isn’t a deal you can’t refuse.”
She tapped her chin with one long, dark red nail, and I wondered what it would feel like to have those nails digging into the flesh on my back.
“No one else knows,” she said.
That hope that had ballooned inside of me surged so quickly I thought my chest would pop, and I was practically panting as I leaned forward in my seat, nodding. “I won’t tell a soul.”
“I’ll teach you, but I also get to use you,” she said. “Whenever and wherever I want. If I send a text, you come running.”
“Faster than I ever have in my life.”
“You don’t get to say no to anything until you try it at least once.”
My heart skipped with a mixture of fear and curiosity. “No backing down.”
“I mean it. No matter what I propose, you hear me out and try before saying yes or no.”
“Use me, Liv. I’m yours.”
She chuckled at that, a pathetic little laugh like she pitied me. Then, she opened the door and called for her assistant to come back in.
“We’re drawing up a contract, too,” she said, waving her finger at me. “And you’re going to take this seriously, or I’ll drop the whole thing and still take your money — which you will pay me up front, by the way.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Jesus,” she muttered. “You’re more eager than that puppy dog you adopted.
“Bark, bark.” I panted, too, for good measure, tongue flopping out before Liv shot me in the eye with the water pick.
“That’s enough. Now, lie back and open your mouth.”
“Wow, we’re getting started already, huh?” I rubbed my hands together as I did what she said.
But Liv ignored me, firing up the drill.
I thought it kind of looked like she had a little too much fun causing me pain.
I thought I kind of liked it, too.
What happens when a professional hockey player with no game off the ice enlists his team’s confident and fiery dentist for spicy lessons in love? Find out in Stand Your Ground, book 5 in the Kings of the Ice series.