The Player I Love to Hate

When my brother said he needed a place to crash, he forgot to mention that Ethan Waters was part of the package. Broody and bossy, I hate my brother's best friend and NHL teammate with a passion.

Years ago, we hooked up behind my brother's back.
And then, the cocky player disappeared.

I still hate him for ditching me in the past.
I don't care how good he looks in a towel.
Or how skilled he is with his hands.

But after a few angry kisses turn into the hottest night of my life, I can't get him out ...