Perfect Sense (Perfect Series Book 1) by Amanda Cowen Read Free Book Online Page B

things. Tonight is supposed to be professional business interaction so I can get him to back off of Theo. Not an attempt to sneakily win me over.
    I politely close the box, when the boy pipes up again. “These are for you too.”
    He reaches over a few fans, handing me four VIP passes to the team party happening after the game in the Bruisers Bar .
    I shake my head. “I can’t accept these.”
    I know the hockey world well enough to know that the girls invited to these after-parties are there for one reason and one reason only—to be passed around for after-game sex.
    I glare at Cash sneakily watching me from the bench and then turn to face the young boy. “Please send my regrets to Mr. Brooks and have these returned to him.”
    “What are they?” Olivia asks.
    “Oh no you don’t!” Lyndsey shrieks, yanking the passes out of my hand.
    From my peripheral vision I see the muscles in his neck tense and tighten from the bench.
    “Brooks! Get ready!” Coach Bartley shouts, snapping his attention back to the game. He looks at me one last time, nostrils flaring, before he breaks onto the ice.
    “Are you nuts, Lyndsey? Dad would freak if he found out we went to the team after party. It’s puck bunny central. I can’t go there tonight and then expect to have a working relationship with these guys’ tomorrow. Not one of them will respect me or take me seriously. It’s a bad idea,” I snatch the VIP passes out of her hand.
    “You don’t have to go. We will.” Vaughn laughs, tugging the passes free from my trembling fingers. “I could use some hockey cock tonight. I was already eyeing up number eleven.”
    “That’s disgusting, Vaughn. Don’t you have any respect for yourself? You do know what this party is all about?” I ask, flabbergasted.
    “Yeah, and that’s exactly why I want to go,” she says. “A girl’s got to have some fun too.”
    “Fine, you and Lyndsey can go and disrespect yourselves. I’ll catch a cab home with Olivia,” I say, looking over at her for support.
    Olivia winces. “Actually, I think I want to go too.”
    “Ha. Ha. Looks like you’re out numbered, Quinn,” Lyndsey says in a singsong voice. “Besides, aren’t you even a little bit curious? I’ve asked Louis a million times to get me into a post-game party and he always tells me no.”
    I shake my head not at all surprised that Louis wouldn’t invite the new President’s twenty-one-year-old daughter he clearly has a crush on, to attend one of these parties.
    Louis is a true gentleman, unlike Mr. Brooks.
    “That’s because Louis likes you, and the last thing he wants is for you to get drunk and taken advantage of by every single player on the team,” I remind her.
    “So what? Cash totally wants to fuck you and he’s letting you know it! That’s so hot. Stop being so uptight and let loose for once,” Lyndsey says.
    “Are you going to take them?” the young boy shouts over the rumblings of the crowd. “I kind of have to let Mr. Brooks know if he can be expecting you.”
    I look over at Lyndsey, batting her big brown eyes and giving me one of her charming little pouts. I roll my eyes. “Fine, I’ll go. But you owe me, Lyndsey Ashby.”
    “Yes!” Lyndsey shouts looking up at the young boy still waiting patiently on the steps. “We’re keeping them. You can tell Mr. Brooks not to worry; his precious Quinn will be there.”
    During the rest of the game, every time he scores a goal (two more to be exact, getting that promised hat trick) or finds his way into the penalty box after a fight, he never forgets to look my way and give me one of his smug smiles.
    By the time the buzzer ending the third period ricochets into the rafters, the crowd goes wild celebrating the Bruisers first shutout this season with their 4 -0 win, when I hear a deep male voice say, “Miss Ashby?”
    Now what?
    I turn my head to see a tall and lanky man dressed in a black pinstripe suit. He stands firmly on the concrete step, staring down our