Alexander

Fuck my life. Images of Chloe's green eyes and the swing of her hips as she practically ran out of the changing rooms flash in my head as I run on the treadmill trying to get the sexual frustration out the healthy way before I wrap my hand around my dick. Call me crazy but being horny makes the workout better and the reward after it is sweet. Just thinking about her I run faster, breathing becoming elaborate.

"Dude, calm down. You ain't being chased by zombies." My best friend and the captain of Vipers, Liam, says as he jogs next to me. I slow down my pace just a tad and catch my breath.

"You do realise that in reality zombies would probably be slow so running really wouldn't be necessary?" I roll my eyes but he knows that a certain blonde caught my eyes. He knows I only push myself like that when I need a release.

"Soooo, Chloe?" he wiggled his eyebrows at me and I grinned at him back.

"Well, there isn't anything in the handbook about dating with whom you work so I definitely will shoot my shot. By the way her breath hitched when she looked at me, I can at the least assume she finds me attractive." Fuck, the way it looked like she stopped breathing when she saw me for the first time really makes me need to run faster. I can feel myself getting hard at the thought of her so I turn up the speed.

"Alex, you literally met the girl ones. You ain't a horny teen anymore. Get yourself together looser." Liam is barely containing his laughter. Amused by my stupidity but fuck there is something about this girl that draws my attention and not just the physical need to have her. Most players on the team like to fuck around but I grew up around my parents that are total romantics and made me believe in true love as well. Hell, she ignited me whole just with one touch I ain't missing my opportunity to see where this goes.

After getting done with the gym, I headed back to my room. Liam and I share a house together. We have been inseparable since our parents played together in the NHL. My dad got drafted back in the day moving from Russia to the US taking both my mum and I with him. I was barely five, with no English knowledge besides maybe "Yes" and "No". Whilst most kids didn't want to have anything with me, Liam came up with a way to communicate with me. I quickly learned English but that only made our friendship stronger and we have been inseparable ever since. Well, except when I played for Russia in the Olympics...

Liam was so incredibly pissed to find out I "chose" to play for Russia but I did it for Dad. He was proud to see me in his home country's colours. Plus I won't be eligible to play for USA anyways. I think Liam was just pissed at me for stopping every and each of his attempts at putting a puck into the net.

Liam spent exactly an hour not talking to me before he literally jumped on me screaming that I got a gold medal. We might not be related by blood but our hearts beat for each other like we are family.

The two of us are the more experienced players, with the other guys being much younger. We have both played our time and we are slowly transitioning to retire, well after we bring this Miami Falcons to the top. We always had the dream to make the team successful.

Getting into the shower I enjoy the sting of the hot water before my body adjusts to the temperature. My dick is hard with memories of Chloe so I wrap my hand around it and tug enjoying the slight pain. I help myself out pretending it's her much smaller hand that is getting me off. I cum with a groan before washing off the evidence and then wash my hair and body before wrapping myself in a fluffy white towel. Looking at myself, I am definitely not a teen anymore, but I sure just blown my load like one.

Getting dressed just in shorts I check my emails and sure thing there is one from her. She provided a timetable which I had to fill out when I was unavailable. All the practice sessions and games are already on there making my life so much easier. I quickly feel it for the next month which is still a pre-season making all of the hockey players much freer so I'm hoping to see her a lot. I end the email by sending her my number.
I know a little unprofessional but it's better than if I went to George or Katherine and demanded her number. I'm still considering doing it if she doesn't text me. But I have a plan set in action. If I ignore all her other emails she will have to text me. Then I win.

*

A week went by and my frustration grew as the little blonde who captured my attention still didn't text me. She did however send me multiple emails, each getting more and more professional but demanding.

Just as I'm about to get dressed into my gear the little firecracker walks into the door looking quite pissed off as she stormed towards me, ignoring all the half-naked guys that all quit their conversations to see what's about to go down.

"Hey there, Kotik." the nickname rolling off my tongue easily as I take in her appearance. Black skirt that reaches her knee, emphasising her curves and a white t-shirt that is a tiny bit through so I can just about make out her lacey bra. Fuck, she's going to drive me crazy.

"I'm not sure how you are used to being treated but if every other player here gave me their respect and time so we can figure out what works best, you decided that you were too cool for this?" her voice was smooth with a hint of anger in it, but I could tell she was nervous. The shake of the white papers she was holding just proved that.

"I put my phone number in the email. I thought you'd text me if it was important." I smiled at her, giving my best attempt at both looking friendly and a little flirty. I could see her taking a few deep breaths before her green eyes connected with mine and a little smile appeared on her face.
"Unfortunately, this isn't in my job description. I have specifically told every one of you to reply to my emails so we could help each other and you have barely done the minimum. Since you decided to stay passive, I took the liberty of choosing your PR activities. Here's your pre-season schedule. Have a good day." the last part she said to the rest of the team, specifically not looking at me.

Fuck, she's hot when angry.

My smile, however, did drop when I looked at the schedule.

What the actual fuck?

Liam saw my expression and snatched the schedule with a knowing smile which turned into a full-blown laugh when he saw.
"Guys, guess who just got on the bad side of Chloe King? Our own golden player! He got Kate scheduled almost every day for the next month!" the whole team bursted out laughing and I just dropped back on the bench. How in the fuck am I supposed to survive this?

"Buddy, you are screwed. I did tell you it was a bad idea. As they say, fuck around and find out. Not sure how you gonna get her back in your good graces and I definitely can't see her agreeing on a date with you." Liam patted my back while chuckling at my misery.

At least I'm good at spacing out so hopefully it won't be that bad but I got to do everything to make Chloe see I wasn't trying to be a dick. Fuck, should have listened to Liam.

*

I was so so so wrong. It's impossible to tune Kate out. She's everywhere, my ears are hurting, and I can feel the headache start to kick in. This is the third time this week I have had a "meeting" with her and I'm both impressed and so goddamn pissed that this girl can talk this much. A stark difference from Chloe who I've been seeing everywhere and she speaks as little as she has to whilst also getting the point across.
I might have to beg her this evening during my interview with a sports magazine to cancel the "meetings". I'm not sure I'll be able to do it for too much longer and I think she got her point across. Yes, I was a dick but I had good intentions. Well, horny ones but practically the same thing.

"Fuck, Kate please shut up for a minute my head is killing me." I rub my temples and Kate smiles at me with a knowing smile.
"Okay, then answer me this; why were you such an asshole to Chloe?" she asks wiggling her eyebrows at me. Some might think she isn't attentive with how much she speaks but this girl notices everything, which means she definitely saw me stare at Chloe every time she's in the same room.

"I didn't mean anything bad by it, I just wanted her to text me since I don't have her number. So I came up with possibly the worst way to do it." I groan as I rub my neck out of embarrassment. She laughs, fully belly laughs as her ginger curls bounce along with her laughter. Another person now knows how stupid I was.

"Okay, I'm sorry for my language but what the actual fuck were you thinking going to happen?" she is still laughing and I just sit waiting for her to calm down. Like fucks sake I know, stop rubbing it in my face.
"I thought she would just text me." I shake my head not really having anything else to say and she tries to contain her laugh but she ain't doing a very good job. Cracking up every few seconds I wait, this is actually probably the longest she hasn't spoken for. I'll take the humiliation over the constant chatter, at least the headache that is thankfully starting to subside agrees with me.

"Alexander, I am very sorry but this has probably been one of the dumbest moments of yours. Did you really rethink that a girl who's been employed here for just a tad longer than a week will just magically decide to break the protocol and fraternise with the players? Pretty sure she likes this job, seeing her open up a tiny bit each day is an indication of this. Fucks sake at the end of the day if you wanted her number why didn't you ask me?" Kate looked at me with disbelief in her eyes. Well, okay what she said made sense but wait a minute.

"We don't have that rule! Martin is dating Jade!?" We definitely never said we can't date those who work with us. I mean it is rare but it does happen.

"Well, she doesn't know that! Risking a brand new job is definitely not on her agenda from far as I'm aware." For once her happy and giddy attitude was dulled by the accusing tone and even though she's a small lady her anger even makes me a little uncomfortable. The little rain of sunshine can turn into a thundercloud. Gotta tell that to Liam, he will be drooling over her even more.

"Okay, yes I fucked up but I am planning on changing that and even if she says she isn't interested I'll be okay with just getting to know her as a friend. Deal?" I get up and reach my hand out waiting for her to shake on it.

"Fine, deal. But if she decides that you need more of those meetings with me, that's on you." She shakes my hand as hard as she can but I did say she's small, maybe five foot two so it's not as intimidating as it seems. I crack a little smile at the attempt though.

"Will you now give me her number?" I smile at her and she smiles back, her usual happy attitude is back.

"Fine, I'll text you it. Don't make me regret it Alexander Starkov!" She shouts after me as I walk out of the meeting room and smile as a notification pings on my phone. I open to see Chloe's contact card and send her a quick text.

ME: Sorry, I've been an asshole. Can we start over, котенок? I press send and pray she at least reads it.