Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Mustering up my last ounce of patience, I ask, “Where’s the key?”
Her eyes flick down her body, and the dirty smile she gives me tells me everything I need to know.
No. Nope. Not dealing with this tonight.
Without a word, I stride across the room to the chaise where I left my coat, then grab my duffel from the floor.
“Where are you going?” the shocked puck bunny screeches.
“Away,” I answer tersely. I march toward the door, adding over my shoulder, “Don’t worry, I’ll let the front desk know you’re here.”
The last thing I hear before the door swings shut behind me is, “You come back here, John Logan!”
Un-fucking-real.
Out in the corridor, I release a string of expletives under my breath, then, bypassing the elevators, stomp toward Garrett’s room. I’m way too tired for this crap. The thought of going back downstairs and having to explain the situation to the front desk, then ask to see the manager, arrange for a new room, risk them calling Coach or someone at the franchise for a signature or some shit. Forget it. Too much effort, and it’ll cost me a solid hour of sleep.
“Are you stalking me?” Garrett grumbles as he opens the door to find me there. He’s shirtless, barefoot, and wearing a pair of plaid pants.
“I’m bunking with you tonight,” I mutter in lieu of explanation, then muscle my way into his room. I drop my stuff on a chair. “Let me just use the phone first.”
“Are you serious right now?”
I ignore his exclamation and reach for the phone, punching in the button for the front desk.
An overeager male voice slides into my ear. “What can we do for you, Mr. Graham?”
“Hi, this is actually John Logan, Garrett’s teammate. I’m supposed to be in room fifty-two-twelve, but there’s currently a naked woman handcuffed to my bed—”
Garrett barks in surprise, then releases a howl of laughter that he muffles with his forearm.
“Since the sole keycard is in my pocket,” I continue in a tight voice, “the only assumption I can make is that an employee gave her access to my room. Or she stole one, somehow. Either way, it doesn’t look good for you guys.”
On the edge of the bed, Garrett is doubled over in laughter.
“Oh boy,” the hotel clerk blurts out. “I am so sorry about this, Mr. Logan. We will send security to your room immediately and get you back in there as soon as—”
“It’s fine, I’ll be crashing here with Mr. Graham,” I cut in. “But yes, please send someone to my room. We have an early flight, so if security needs to talk to me about this, I’ll find them before we check out.”
I hang up without another word, which I know is rude, but now I’m tired and cranky, and I don’t want to talk anymore tonight. With anyone.
“You got an extra blanket in there?” I nod toward the closet as I kick off my shoes.
Garrett gets up to check. A moment later, he tosses me a duvet and a pillow, which I carry to the small couch under the window. My legs will be dangling off the side of that thing, but at this point, I don’t care. I just need to sleep.
“Swear to God, the puck bunnies in the pros are next level,” I gripe.
“Hey, it’s a rite of passage, dude. You’re not a pro hockey player until a crazy naked girl breaks into your hotel room.” A grinning Garrett watches me arrange my makeshift bed. “Welcome to the league.”
5
Grace
Does #Wesmie Have Some Competition?
New couple alert?!
OK, let’s not get our hopes up, ladies and gents, but could it be?? Do Ryan Wesley and Jamie Canning, Toronto’s beloved pair of married hockey hotties, have some competition?? Are Boston’s star forward Garrett Graham and breakout star John Logan HOOKING UP???!!
Check out these leaked photos from the San Jose Marriott and tell us what you think… Two friends innocently sharing a hotel room due to a mishap, or two teammates caught in a compromising position after Saturday night’s game between San Jose and the visiting Bostoners???
The official story is a crazed fan broke into John Logan’s room, but our source at the SJ Marriott hinted this could be a big, fat cover story to disguise the fact that GG and JL are indeed together.
“They were spotted in the elevator looking very cozy,” the anonymous source told Hockey Hotties. “Several guests reported seeing them.”
And hotel security cameras show the couple (omg!!!!) sharing a romantic drink in the lobby bar late that night.
Oh, and did we mention they were also “roommates” in college?!
All we know is, we are shipping this SO HARD!!! How about you??! Comment below with your thoughts!!!!
I don’t think I’ve ever rolled my eyes this hard. HockeyHotties.com isn’t exactly a paragon of journalistic excellence, but I feel like their content just gets more and more ridiculous. I click on the photos accompanying the article and laugh out loud when I see them.