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“What do you want, Martino?” she demanded, her gaze raking me from head to toe.
I tucked the envelope into my pocket and gave her a lazy grin, which only pissed her off more, much to my satisfaction.
“Ask me nicely, and maybe I’ll tell you, Your Highness,” I mused, enjoying her discomfort. Since coming back to town and feeling like I was playing catch-up on my life, there had been little in the way of entertainment. Pissing Winter off was always entertaining, until it was annoying.
She was a girl used to getting her own way, clearly, and had no idea how to handle it otherwise.
“Tell me, Asher,” she demanded again, pink growing in her smooth, creamy cheeks.
I’d never seen Winter get so agitated. This was the second time I’d seen Winter blush. Humiliation suited her.
“Ask nicely,” I repeated.
She scowled at me, her foot tapping madly against the tile. What a brat.
“What do you want? Please tell me,” she ground out, every word costing her.
“There you go. Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” A slow grin worked across my lips.
“So, do you always smoke at work?” Winter asked in a hard tone and passed me the blunt after a few hits. She rested her head back against the wall and stared at the stars.
“Worried about my job performance? Don’t be, I’ll be around to pour your drinks for a long time to come.”
“Lucky me,” she deadpanned.
We were sitting in the small gap in the middle of the sloped roof between the valet stand and the staff changing rooms. It was off-limits to members. There was a small section where the roof dropped and made the perfect perch. I’d sat here plenty of times over the years but never with any non-staff members, except for my buddy Beckett. He might be richer than Winter, but he was a puckhound, just like me, and one of my oldest friends.
“I can’t be long…I have people waiting for me.” She was hugging her knees, her dress tucked primly between them.
“Let me guess – Selena, the wicked witch of Hade Harbor?” Winter had exactly one friend, Selena, who was an even bigger bitch than her.
Winter’s lips quirked in a smirk before she shook her head. “She’s not so terrible, sometimes.”
I snorted. “That’s a pretty low bar to set for a friend.”
“Yeah, well, people disappoint you, one way or another, so she’s not any worse than anyone else, she’s just more honest.”
“That’s cynical, even for you,” I remarked.
She rested her chin on her forearm. “Said like someone who knows me…” She glanced at me. “You don’t.”
“To be fair, I’m not convinced anyone does,” I murmured, flicking ash onto the ground. The pot sank through my bones, making me loose and relaxed. Everyone knew of Winter, but no one really knew Winter. She’d never even hooked up with anyone at HHH. She dated older guys, ones her father set her up with, presumably.
“Wow, Martino. Better not let Coach Williams hear you. I’m pretty sure you aren’t allowed to be a hockey player if you have an emotional IQ above a refrigerator.”
“You’re such a fucking brat, Your Highness. Be careful with the compliments, or I’ll start to think you’ve got a thing for me.”
“Right. And you’re a menace.” She stared at the stars. “Firstly, I don’t have a thing for anyone. Secondly, if I’m the Ice Queen, queens are addressed as Your Majesty. Your Highness is for the rest of the royal family.”
“Now who’s hiding their smarts, cheerleader?”
She rolled her eyes, and my hand itched to spank her. Someone needed to teach daddy’s princess some manners.
“Because all cheerleaders must be dumb, and all blondes are vapid, and women in general are just the weaker sex, right? Have an original thought for once.”
“Yeah, because wondering about the IQ of the girls shaking their tits and asses in front of a stadium of mouth breathers is so interesting to me. Last toke, make it count,” I murmured and pressed the burning butt of the blunt to her lips.
She hesitated a moment and then leaned forward and put her pouty pink lips around the tip. Her skin brushed my fingers and sent heat crawling up my spine. She inhaled deeply, her eyes fixed on mine. There was something filthy about having her mouth wrapped around the blunt I was holding, and the way she was looking up at me. It was like she had something else in her mouth. There was an inherent trust in her gesture that felt intimate. The picky princess surrendering.
