Page 91 of Body Check

“Ready for me?” Jenkins asks, a cocky smirk on his face. He’s shirtless, wearing a pair of athletic shorts and slides with socks. His eyes widen at the sight of his captain in my office. “Hey, McKittrick. How’s the ankle?”

“I’m fine,” he says firmly. He opens his mouth like he wants to say something, and then closes it again.

Jenkins pushes past him into the office, laying on the bed. “How do you want me?”

Jason’s face contorts in fury.

“Right there is fine,” I say calmly. “Your elbow shouldn’t take me long to deal with.”

“Does that mean your day is almost done?” Jenkins asks, propping his head up on his left arm, the angle making his biceps bulge. His muscles do nothing for me. “Maybe we can hang out after, grab some dinner.”

“I have plans,” I tell him, pulling up his file on my tablet.

Jason lingers just inside the doorway, and I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Maybe another time,” Jenkins says, not dissuaded in the slightest.

“I don’t think my boyfriend would like that very much,” I say lightly.

Jenkins’ smirk grows wider. “Bring him along.”

Chancing a glance at Jason, he’s clenching his fists, about ten seconds away from barging into my office and punching his teammate in the face.

That’s one way to tell people about us.

“Look, I’m not into sharing or parties.” My kink of showing off for Jason through our windows is one thing. I’m not interested in full-on exhibitionism in either a public or private setting.

The hockey player on my table laughs. “Amelia. I’m asking you to hang out. You’re cool, but if you’re seeing someone, I respect that. Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

“I’ll think about it,” I finally say.

“You should. We’re on the road so much, it helps if we like each other and get along.” He shrugs, as best he can while laying on my table. “We’re all a family here. Isn’t that what McKittrick always says? We can all hang out and have fun. It doesn’t have to be more than it is.”

Humming, I start to work on his elbow. My eyes dart toward the doorway, but Jason is gone, the door ajar.

What is he thinking?