Seductively: Playing for Hearts Book 2 (Crimson Romance) Read Online Free Page A

than he announced it was time for him to go to practice. Diana grabbed her purse off the bed, surprised to find she looked forward to watching a bunch of men beat each other up on the ice.
    Men that were not Dominic. What wasn’t there to like?
    Dominic blocked the doorway of her bedroom. “You can’t go wearing that.”
    She looked down at her clothes. The black slacks, heels, and white blouse the hotel required suited any occasion. “Not much I can do about my clothes until Shauna sends my bags to me. Trust me, I can’t embarrass you wearing business attire, and I won’t dress like a skank just so you can have bragging rights with the guys on the team.”
    “Come on.” He turned, marched down the hallway, and entered his room.
    She stood a step inside the bedroom. The musky aroma she associated with Dominic hung in the air. She swallowed. Goosebumps broke out over her bare arms.
    It was true — his scent should be bottled. Every freaking woman in the world would buy the cologne by the truckload. Not that she’d tell him that.
    A huge king size bed sat in the middle of the room. Four wooden posts from each corner held white mesh netting and offset the black plush comforter. She studied the area with interest, since it was the first sign that he cared about where he lived and put his own touch to the style of his room. Two framed pictures of winter scenes hung on the wall at the head of his bed. A long, lonely road covered in blown snow and a frozen pond. A black and red rug covered most of the wood floor.
    Impressed with his decorating skills, she wondered if one of the women who hung around him all the time helped him pick out the colors. She stepped toward the door Dominic disappeared through.
    He walked out of what she guessed to be his closet, holding a sweatshirt, hat, and scarf. He handed the pile to her.
    “What’s this for?” she asked.
    “You’ll need it at the rink.” He picked up a large duffle bag, almost the length of the bed, with the Sharks logo on the side. “Damn.”
    “What now?”
    He frowned, and the lines between his brows wrinkled. “I forgot to feed you.”
    “It’s okay.” She relaxed, deciding that it was rather nice that he was thinking about her comfort.
    “No, it’s not.” He shifted the bag to one hand, reached into his back pocket, and handed her his wallet. “There’s money in there. You can buy a coffee to help you stay warm while you watch practice. You can also get some junk food out of the vending machines. Afterward, I’ll take you out to dinner and you can have some real food.”
    Growing up with banker parents who thought it was splurging to grab a dollar burger at McDonald’s had taught her the value of money. She warmed, knowing Dominic trusted her with his wallet. His action softened her resolve not to like him.
    “I can’t use any more of your money.” She stuck her hand out, trying to give his wallet back.
    “Keep it.”
    “It won’t kill me to wait a few hours. I had a big breakfast.” If coffee and a piece of dry toast counted as a hearty meal. She shrugged when he refused to take his wallet back and slipped it on top of her pile of clothes. “Let’s hit the court.”
    “The rink.”
    “Whatever. I don’t even like hockey. I’m more a football fan.”
    He narrowed his eyes and grumbled about hockey being the only sport worth watching. She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. Right then, she decided she rather liked the human side of him, the side that showed emotion and got irritated over her teasing.
    Dominic was always so serious. He had to laugh more. And, since she’d be spending all her time with him for the next two weeks, it was a problem she could solve while she fought the women away. By the end of the job, she’d break Dominic’s tight hold on his self-control and let him experience spontaneity and fun. She’d have him cracking jokes and giving in to late night desires in no time.
    She gulped. Maybe not desires.