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“I’m n*ked, Lucy.” Heat flooded her body and gathered in her abdomen. He slept n*ked? Completely n*ked? Oh God, if she’d known, she would have woken him from outside his bedroom. “I don’t care,” she said with an easy air, sipping her coffee and carefully hiding her face, which was surely glowing the most dazzling shades of red by now. “Get up, take a shower, and brush your teeth. You smell like a whiskey barrel.” “Bourbon,” he corrected. “It was vodka and then bourbon.” She gave him a condescending look. “Do I look like I care?” “No, but you seem to care that I’m n*ked,” he replied softly. The depth-charge of his voice imploded all her senses, so that her lips burned from the memory of his kiss. Swiftly, she turned her face away. “Are you still drunk? Where are you getting these ridiculous ideas?” He answered with a deep chuckle. “We’ll have to school you on the lying thing a bit more. Okay, fine, I’ll get up, as long as you don’t have a problem with it and our extremely professional relationship won’t suffer as a result. I have no issues with my body.” In the next moment, he swung his legs out of bed. A tiny and very unprofessional squeak escaped her lips. She might have known from his sheer confidence alone. If she looked like a Roman statue, she wouldn’t have a problem walking around n*ked in front of him either. “Yeah, yeah, you don’t care,” he whispered. “I don’t,” she insisted, swallowing. “Then why did you close your eyes, Lucy?”

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🔥Enemies-to-Lovers Hockey Romance

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