7. Cassi

seven

Cassi

" S o, I think that paperwork lays out, in detail," I tap the file on my desk in front of me with my lucky pen before sliding the folder toward them and setting my pen on top. "the benefits available for signing on with me as your manager." I've done it. I've lasted forty-five minutes in the same room as these sexy guys whose lips I can still feel on mine. It was a memory that haunted my dreams last night and hasn't let up since.

They each have their own technique when it comes to kissing. Maverick's kisses were like an all-out attack on my senses. His lips demanding my full attention. While Ace's kisses were playful yet sensual as he teased my mouth open with the seductive swipe of his tongue over my lips. Then there was Dalton—his kisses seemed shy, even unsure. Until I opened my mouth and touched my tongue to his lips, his kisses became wild and possessive, as if my instigation was all the permission he needed to devour me whole.

Surprisingly, Dalton picks up my lucky pen first. Without so much as a glance at the paperwork in the folder, he turns to the last page of the contract, the signing page, and scribbles his signature on the line indicated for him to sign on. Before I can open my mouth and argue that they should have their lawyers review the contract, all three of them have signed on the dotted line, making me their new agent.

"You probably should have had your lawyers review the contract. You never know I might have thrown in a secret clause." I try to keep my voice light yet professional and fail miserably.

What is it about these three young guys that have my tongue tied in knots?"

"We trust you, Cassi. We've seen what you've done with our teammates contracts, we know you won't try to screw us over." Maverick's comment is innocent enough but it has my panties ready to burst into flame just thing about how I want to screw them over, under, backwards, even upside down.

I clear my throat and stack the paper on the table to calm my racing thoughts before I try and speak again, "There is that. But I still think you should have a lawyer review it before the seventy-two-hour grace period expires and the contract becomes binding, and you're all stuck with me for the next five years."

The look that passes between the three of them is something I can't explain—part longing—part desire—with maybe a hint of disappointment. Whatever it is, it doesn't make sense. Now that I'm their agent, nothing romantic can happen between us. I specifically added it to the contract I stated up half the night typing up.

Finally, Dalton says, "There's one thing we would like added to the contract." He pauses, and I hold my breath. What could they possibly want that I haven't thought of? Granted, they haven't read the contract, but I know it inside and out. Even though they aren't interested in me—romantically, at least—I made sure to give them the best contract any player would kill for, even Teagan.

"What Dalton is trying to say is, we want the chance to date you." Maverick cuts in.

"Wait, what?" I'm so shocked by his comment that I miss Ace standing and striding over me before squatting beside me on the floor.

"What these two have completely botched is that we are young, and you're more mature. We're not sure how to navigate the dating life of a pro hockey player. And someday, we want to have a real relationship. We want to know how to treat a lady right. And since you're older than us, we thought you would be the best one to help us out."

You've got to be kidding me. They want me to train them for a future wife or girlfriend. And what the fuck calling me older? I mean, yes, I'm older than they are, but did Ace really have to point that out?

"We need the full girlfriend experience—you know—on how to please a woman in the bedroom. Especially Dalton. He's a virgin."

My mind is racing with all this new information. Throwing in that Dalton is a virgin might actually fry my brain completely. "So you want to add to your contract that for the next five years, or until you find a girlfriend," I add for my own confirmation, "you want me to teach you what women like in the bedroom."

Why they've chosen me is beyond me. I barely have one move, let alone enough to keep three sexual beings like these three interested. And the responsibility of introducing a virgin into the world of sexual pleasure is a huge undertaking. I haven't had sex with a virgin since I was one, back in high school, on prom night. We were both so nervous that it was over before it began.

This might be one of the craziest things I've ever done, but I find myself reaching out to shake each one of their hands as I say, "Deal. How about we start tonight at my house after the game."

Their eyes light up as they eagerly respond with one simple word, "Deal."