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What Is The Story Of Martin's Beauty?

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Chapter Four Beautiful. There was no other way to describe how Martin’s clothing choices made her feel. She’d expected him to pick something comical. An outfit that would make her stick out in a crowd, and not in a good way. She’d once been forced to wear a pirate’s patch and bandana to a party when it wasn’t Halloween. All night people snickered. But she wore it proudly like a good loser and made the best of it. Her retaliation on his next loss involved him wearing a bright red garter belt and matching pantyhose during a hockey game. This happened before he got a contract. She’d stood outside the locker room and overheard the catcalls as the guys watched him dress before the game. Martin rarely blushed, but he was redder than a fire truck …show more content…

More daring than she had when she woke up that morning. More confident too. She lifted the hem of her dress to reveal the top of the garter. “I like the choices you’ve made here too.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “It was meant to be funny, but I’m not laughing anymore. Want to show me more of that matching set?” She laughed, but the naughty suggestion made her insides clench. “Depends how drunk you get me,” she said with a wink. He didn’t make fun of her this time. In fact, he bolted from the living room and grabbed two prefilled wine glasses from the counter. “Bottom’s up.” They clinked glasses and she took a sip. Unable to meet his heated stare, she took a seat on the couch. “I thought you only ate healthy these days and weren’t drinking?” “I’m not getting drunk, but I can enjoy a few indulgences.” His eyes lingered on her lips. She leaned forward and his gaze dropped to her cleavage. Inadvertently, she took a big breath and her chest expanded. His pupils dilated and she crossed her legs. “What are we doing… tonight?” There was a double meaning in her question, but as his lips parted to answer, a knock on the door interrupted him. Whoever arrived had poor timing. She stood and followed Martin. He opened the door and standing there was none other than Joe Larson. The NHL’s notorious bad boy. Sylvie followed hockey and recognized him without an introduction. Though, they’d been introduced on previous hockey trips when the team travelled to

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