2. Eli

Two

Eli

The cold bites against my skin as I walk through the snow toward the lodge. My teammate Russo’s laugh rings out behind me, loud, but I don’t bother turning. The rest of the team is buzzing about the weekend, cracking jokes, and making plans for the next three days.

I’m not interested.

These retreats have always been a waste of time in my book. Sure, the lodge is high-end, the food is great, and there’s always a flock of hot girls hanging around. But all of it is a distraction. And I don’t do distractions.

“Yo, Blizzard, lighten up,” Russo says, smacking me on the back. “Might actually enjoy yourself if you tried.”

I grunt, keeping my head down as the lodge doors swing open. The blast of warm air inside hits me, carrying with it scents of woodsmoke and pine. The space is cozy, exactly what you’d expect from a luxury lodge in Tahoe. It’s all dark wood beams, warm lighting, and plush rugs that scream holiday charm.

I step inside, scanning the room. It’s the usual crowd—team staff, WAGs, and the occasional fan milling around— easy to tune out. Seen it all before. Nothing new.

Or so I think.

Then she walks in.

I freeze.

My girl’s wrapped up against the cold in a coat that hugs her curves just enough to make my balls tighten, a scarf wrapped around her neck. Dark curls dusted with snowflakes perfectly frame her gorgeous face. Her pink lips are full, and her dark, wide eyes sweep over the lodge like she’s not exactly sure why she’s here. Her light brown skin is a bit flushed from the cold and it only makes her look more beautiful.

And her body?

Fucking perfect.

Curves in all the right places that make my palms itch. Wide hips that sway just enough to pull every ounce of my attention. Long legs in in tight leggings that make me want to drag my eyes up. The way she moves—unaware of how every step pulls the air from the room—hits me square in the gut.

Who the fuck is she?