“Well, I came here to see you.” Bristol stares at me, and based solely on her expression, I can’t tell if she’s serious or joking.
But she has to be joking. It’s Bristol. She’d sooner swim naked in boiling hot springs than intend to pay me a visit. Unless she’s here to make my life hell.
That could be a possibility.
I force a smile because anything else and I’d be bending her over that table. That skirt is far too short and yet, too long because it covers her ass.
Heat flames every inch of my body.
She has to be fucking with me.
It’s definitely something that girl would do to me; she’s always tormented me. Although I’ve certainly done my fair-share to her over the years.
We hate each other.
“Have a good day, Bristol.” I don’t intend to use her first name, but it slips out, and, holy hell, she grabs me by the arm.
My gaze narrows. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She bites her bottom lip, tugging it between her teeth, and my cock strains against my jeans, wanting to be stroked.
It’s been too long since I’ve fucked a girl, and the way Bristol is looking at me, I’m hungry with desire.
Starving.
“I wanted to talk to you.” Bristol doesn’t release her grip on my arm. Her touch is hot and firm, and I yank my arm free.
“Right, well, there’s nothing for us to talk about.” I take my coffee with me and head out of the café as fast as possible.
“Liam!” Bristol calls after me, but I’m gone.
I need to get far away from Bristol Greyson before I do the unthinkable.
I should go spend the rest of my afternoon at the gym.
It’s not a great distraction, but it would help me burn off the excess energy pouring through me, just thinking about her.
There is no way I like her.
None.
Zero.
It’s just the fact I haven’t gotten laid in way too long that I find even her attractive.
I need to hook up with a girl, and fast.
The problem is that with the hockey season over, I’m not getting a plethora of puck bunnies throwing themselves at me.
That’s not to say that I couldn’t go into a bar, find a girl, and hook up.
But that’s not how I operate. I prefer the friends-with-benefits scenario, but that option I axed.
And my current friends already have significant others.
Which leaves me back to either choosing a girl at a bar or going online and searching profiles.
I refuse to do online dating.