Kiss My Ice
"I see you have met Aiden," Mr. Hansen said to me, popping his head over the railing from the the top of the bleachers. He looked quite ecstatic that Aiden and I were already talking. "If you don't already know, Zoe, Aiden is going to be joining the hockey team starting effective next week with the new sponsorship."
I forced a fake smile onto my face, gritting my teeth. "How did we get so lucky?"
I turned my attention back onto Aiden, quirking an eyebrow as I looked him over- just trying to get an input of who this guy was. The man was easy on the eyes, if you managed to get passed the oversized ego that sat on his shoulders. If only focusing on his features, then yeah, he was incredibly attractive.
"Enjoying the view?"
His sexist comment snapped me back into reality, resulting in me letting out a not-so-ladylike snort. "Please, the only reason I have to look at you is to try and figure out just what it is exactly that would make you so smug, but as far as I can tell, you have absolutely nothing going for you."
Despite my effort to get a response out of him, he smirked as if accepting the challenge. "Besides the fact I have dashing good looks and was the number one left wing in the state of Massachusetts?"
"Was. Now was looks bad on a resume."
Aiden's jaw clenched, and in that moment I would have been dead if looks could kill. I was pretty sure that if it'd been legal for him to hit a girl, he would have already been on the ice by now. But it wasn't, and I'd clearly just won.
I felt quite satisfied with myself and decided it'd be fun to rub some salt in his freshly wounded ego. I turned and sprinted across the ice before looking back over my shoulder and blowing him a fake kiss before lifting my left leg up and smacking my butt in a sense to let him know that he can just kiss my ass before I'll let him take over this rink.