"You're here to scout Richie Belton, aren't you?"
I looked up from my notepad into the gorgeous blue eyes of a woman who couldn't be much older than 19. Her auburn hair was pinned up, but looked like it could be down to the middle of her back. She stood about 5'4'' with proud round tits that bulged forth through a tight sweater and a killer body poured into a pair of blue jeans. I smiled back.
"Now, I usually don't answer that question. I might be a scout, and if I am, I'm searching out a lot of talent in this tournament, not just Richie Belton."
It was only half true. I'm Dylan O'Neill, and I scout for a major university's hockey program. I've been doing this job since two major knee operations ended my hockey career three years ago, at age 21. I was here to scout Richie Belton. The kid was dynamite, tall, fast and with good hands. He could also hit and lead, and we were hungry for him.
The girl seemed hungry, too, but I wasn't quite sure what for.
"I think you're here for Richie, or at least you should be. I'm Veronica Belton, his older sister."
I smiled. "Well, Richie is a good player, you should be proud."
"I am proud. He'd fit into your university program."
"Really? What makes you think I'm with a university?"
"You're Dylan O'Neill, I go to OUR university."
"You know who I am?"
"Of course! I'm a hockey fan, and I saw you play three years ago in the Frozen Four. Sorry about your knees."
I was taken aback. She knew who I was. She was also older than she looked, I thought.
"You don't look like you're in university."
"I'm 19, a freshman. I saw you while visiting my older sister, she's 24."
I looked back down at my notes. I wondered if her sister was as hot. Veronica looked out at the players skating around the ice, then back at me.
"I think hockey players are sexy, they make me quite hot."
I could have been knocked over with a feather after that statement.
"I see. So, you date hockey players?"
"No, I just fuck them."
Damn, that feather was strong!
"Excuse me?" I was backpedaling like mad. I didn't know what to do next.
"I said, I fuck them. That's all I like to do. I don't want to complicate things with romance or shit like that, so I fuck."
"I see." I was sounding lamer by the second.
"I don't think you do, because if you did, you'd take me by the hand and we'd find a place a little more private."
Now I was sure my jaw hit the floor. I was positive.
She held out her hand. "Are you coming?" She grinned at the double entendre and licked her lips slightly. Full, pink lips, I noticed for the first time.
"Um, I…uh…" I felt my hand move of its own accord into hers and I got up, slowly, so as to conceal my sudden hard-on.
She looked down and giggled. "Looks like I made a good choice."
She led me down a back hallway of the arena.
"This is where the ladies' auxiliary has their meeting room. I have a key, because my mom is the president." She unlocked the door and led me inside, turning on the light. It was like a lounge, with a few long couches and chairs.