Seductively: Playing for Hearts Book 2 (Crimson Romance) by Debra Kayn Page B

nice-to-meet-you from that Russian tongue of his would last me a long time.”
    She couldn’t argue with Stephanie’s opinion. “Gotcha.”
    The two women in front of her whispered to each other, shot her a look over their shoulder, then leaned forward and spoke to the other row of female fans. She sunk down in her seat. At the end of the game, she feared a mob was going to break out. She should’ve bought a can of mace.
    Three players crashed into the board in front of her. Startled, she flinched. Then she recognized Dominic as the attacker.
    “Is he supposed to do that?” She scooted to the end of her seat.
    “Hell yeah.” Stephanie stood and yelled at the players. “Kick his ass, Dominic!”
    No wonder he was in such good shape. The boxing skills he displayed yesterday in the living room came from surviving on the ice. She paid attention for the rest of the half. Learning the rules that sent a player to the penalty box, watching the way the players skate around the ice as if they knew which direction the other players were headed.
    With thirty seconds left to go and the score one to one, Dominic had the puck. She stood, so she could watch him weave around two of the players on the Rangers team. She yelled his name the closer he got to the goal.
    He pulled back his stick and swung. She stood on her toes and held her breath. The puck sailed past the goalie. She jumped up and down, clapping. Goal!
    The buzzer rang and the players skated off the ice toward the locker room. She sat back down. Her heart raced against her chest. If no more points were made, Dominic had won the game for the Sharks. They’d have to celebrate.
    “Do you want anything at the concession?” Stephanie asked.
    “No, I’m good. Thanks.” She shifted sideways, moving her knees out of the way.
    Half the arena emptied during halftime. She crossed her legs and swung her foot with the extra room. She should’ve brought her phone. Shauna and Kate would’ve got a kick out of knowing she was actually enjoying watching a game.
    Growing up, Shauna played tennis and Kate almost made a career out of cheerleading. Diana, on the other hand, never had time to play. Her parents had believed that once she turned sixteen, she would be responsible for earning her own money. Not that she begrudged their strict opinion regarding taking responsibility for herself. Their example made it possible for her to afford the Ferriday house on her own.
    The money Dominic was paying her would make it possible to remodel and open for business. She rubbed her gloved hands along her thighs. The nice cushion in her bank account would see her through the first year when money was tight.
    Distracted with going over her plans, she almost missed the group of women standing at the end of the aisle, staring at her. She flashed them a smile. Not knowing how long they were standing there, warmth flooded her cheeks. She probably looked like a ditz, staring off into space.
    They took her acknowledgement as an invitation to approach her. She uncrossed her legs.
    “We heard you were Dominic’s girlfriend. Is that true?” The leader of the pack flipped her hair.
    “Very much so.”
    “How long have you been going out with him?” She flipped her straight black hair to the other side.
    If the woman kept whipping her head around, she’d get dizzy. “A few months.”
    “She’s lying. I was with Dominic two weeks ago.” A voice from the back of the group spoke. “Let me go. I’ll cut the bitch.”
    Oh, shit.
She stood. If any woman was going to fight her, she wanted witnesses. She’d scream and fight, but she wanted proof of who started the altercation so she knew whom to sue.
    “Tell me, what does he whisper in your ear right before he — ”
    The music began. She shook her head, not hearing the rest of the question. An idiot could figure out what the woman was telling her, but she’d rather play ignorant. The women were psycho.
    “He’ll get tired of you.” Ms. Hairwhip