“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know exactly what that means.” She narrows those hazel eyes onto me.
“Danielle knew what she was getting into when she went home with me. I gave her the best night of her life, and she has a story to tell forever.”
“You really do live up to your reputation.” She huffs.
“My reputation?”
“Yeah, of being a fuck boy.”
I’m offended. “I’m not a fuck boy. I don’t promise the women I take home anything more than a fun night. I don’t lie about who I am. I don’t ask for their numbers. They know the drill, all they care about is ticking my name off the long roster of hockey players they want to screw. You know, there’s like a puck bunny Reddit all about it, I need to keep my average up.”
Collette’s mouth falls open. “There’s a Reddit about you screwing puck bunnies.”
“About all the guys in the league that screw puck bunnies.”
“You’re not serious?”
“Have you not heard of it?” I ask her. She shakes her head. Shit. Well, I just put my foot in it then. “Well, then, forget it.”
“Oh, I so can’t forget it.”
“Oh, I think you should,” I argue with her, there are people on there she might not want to read about.
Her eyes narrow on me. “Are my brothers on there?” I nod. She looks surprised. “No.” I nod again. “Fuck. Do they know?”
“I assume so.” I shrug. “The team knows.”
She shakes her head. “What do they say about you on there?”
“There’s a grading system of sorts,” I explain, rubbing the back of my neck because I think I’ve just started something that is going to bite me in the ass.
“Grading system? For like, your dick?”
I nod. “Yeah. And our moves. They also mention kinks and those sorts of things.”
“Show me,” she asks.
“Yeah. I’m not doing that.”
“Um, yes you are. You’re the one who told me about it.”
“That was because I assumed you knew about it,” I argue with her.
“Well, I didn’t, and now I can’t unknow this,” she argues back.
“Then you’re going to have to find it yourself.”
She gives me a look of‘are you serious?’. I don’t need her to see something about her brothers and then all the blowback coming back to me.
“Are you bullshitting me?”
I shake my head. “I’m serious.”
“And you’re okay with that information being online?”
“No. I hate it,” I grumble, kicking some imaginary dirt on the ground. “Look, I know my reputation, but having your intimate moments put on a scorecard is kind of degrading.”