Can't Be Tamed...Or Can He?

When Anna's alarm went off at 6 AM Friday morning, she groaned, cursing herself for going out the night before. She was nursing a bit of a hangover and all she wanted to do was sleep.

Anna slowly got up and made her way to the bathroom. She undressed and climbed into the shower, letting the hot water warm her body. TGIF, she thought to herself, I'm most definitely staying in and relaxing tonight.

She stepped out of the shower and slipped on a t-shirt before drying her hair. She found herself replaying last night's events over and over in her head. She met Patrick Kane. Patrick Kane HIT ON HER. And she rejected him.

Anna closed her eyes. Maybe I made a mistake. Maybe I should have gone home with him. She shook her head. No, I did the right thing. The last thing she needed was to become emotionally attached to a party boy NHL player just to be dropped on her ass when he got bored or found someone better.

She sighed. Whatever, she had more important things to worry about — like her internship, which she was set to start a week from Monday.

Anna dressed in a fitted black pencil skirt, a while button down shirt, black pumps, and a pair of pearl earrings. She grabbed her keys and her purse and headed off to work.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was 3 PM and Anna was sitting at her desk, working on a press release for one of her clients. She glanced at the clock; she couldn't wait until 4:00 so she could go home and curl up on the couch in front of the TV.

Anna was typing the final paragraph of the release when her phone vibrated. She looked at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. "Hello?" she answered.

"Hi. Anna?" said a guy's voice.

"Uh, yeah. Who is this?" she asked.

"It's Patrick Kane. Your friend gave me your number last night."

The blood drained from Anna's face. What? Then she remembered Lauren's smirk as she walked out of the bar. That bitch. "Oh...well, I'm sorry, but I'm not interested."

There was a long, awkward pause. Patrick cleared his throat. "Oh. Okay. Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me."

She could hear the defeat in his voice. "Yeah. But I've got to go, bye."

"Bye, Anna," he replied before hanging up.

Anna set her phone down and ran a hand through her hair. Why did she feel guilty? He could get any girl he wanted!

She focused on finishing the press release, and finally the clock showed 4:00. Thank god. She gathered her stuff and walked out of the office.

Just as she was buckling her seat belt, her phone buzzed with a new text from, who else, Patrick Kane.

It's me again. I really want to talk to you.

Anna ignored it. She drove home and changed into a pair of sweats and a hoodie. Her phone buzzed a few more times.

"Leave me alone!" she grumbled as if Patrick could hear her.

Don't you have more important things to do? she typed back angrily.

No. Like what? he replied instantly.

Like preparing for your game tonight, maybe?

The game isn't until 8. I can text. Will you be watching? he asked.

Anna was caught. Of course she would be, she'd watched every Hawks game since she was a kid. But if she said that, he would think it was because of him.

Yeah, seeing as I've only missed three games all season.was what she finally decided on.

If I score tonight will you agree to see me? texted Patrick.

Damn it. She didn't know what to say. Only if you score a hat trick.

She figured she was safe, seeing as they were playing against the Blues, a team that had given them a run all season.

A hat trick it is ;) he replied.

Good luck, Anna responded before turning her phone off and tossing it onto her bed.

~~~~~~~~~

Patrick walked into the locker room grinning from ear to ear.

"Why are you so happy?" Jonathan Toews asked with raised eyebrows.

"Remember that girl I told you about, the one I met at the bar?"

"The one that rejected him," Seabs added.

Kaner gave him a look. "Well, she agreed to see me—" Everyone in the locker room started cheering.

"—if I score a hat trick tonight," he finished. His teammates fell silent.

"Jesus, Kaner!" said Sharpie. "You just scored one last night, and we're playing St. Louis. The odds are slim, man."

Patrick nodded. "I know, I know, but I'm going to give it a shot."

Tazer slapped him on the back. "Good luck," he chuckled, "You'll need it."

~~~~~~~~~

Anna settled into her spot on the couch and turned on the Blackhawks game. Within the first five minutes, the Blues got a penalty, and Patrick Kane scored top shelf on the power play.

Calm down, she told herself, it's only one goal. The Blues retaliated, and the score was 1-1 at the end of the first period.

The second period started and the Blues scored on the opening face-off. Anna groaned. "Come on, guys!"

It was as if the Hawks could hear her, because they managed to get a 3-on-1 down in the Blues' zone. Tazer was going to shoot and score, she could just feel it. He went to shoot then faked and passed it to Kane, who, sure enough, scored glove side.

Anna's eyes widened. "Screw you, Toews!" She was one goal away from going on a date with Patrick Kane and there were still 30 minutes left of play.

The rest of the period passed without incident. During intermission, Anna paced, trying to think of what she could use as an excuse if her scored again.

The third period started, and she began chewing on a nail. Normally she would be pumped in this situation, but not tonight.

Ten minutes later, Handzus scored. The Hawks were up 3-1.

Seconds after the puck dropped at the 3-minute mark, Anna saw number 88 streaking up the middle of the ice on a breakaway. She covered her mouth with her hands. A Blues' defenseman tried to catch up, but Patrick was too fast. He dangled the goalie out of the net and scored on a beautiful shot.

Anna started freaking out. "Oh my god!" She didn't know whether to be happy because that was obviously game, or upset because now she had to go out with Patrick Kane.

Hats fell onto the ice as Kaner's teammates crowded around him. "HE DID IT! PATRICK KANE WITH A HAT TRICK TWO NIGHTS IN A ROW!" screamed the announcer.

The rest of the game passed without incident and the Hawks won 4-1.

Anna padded into the kitchen and grabbed glass of water. When she got back into the living room, a familiar blonde was being interviewed.

"Two hat tricks in a two game span? That's pretty impressive," said the commentator.

Patrick ran a hand over his face and licked his lips. "Yeah, I have to give it up to my teammates. We were all especially motivated to win tonight," he said with a smile.

Anna shut the TV off and flopped onto the couch with a book. "Great. Fucking awesome," she muttered angrily.

~~~~~~~~~~

Kaner walked into the locker room and cheered. "Fuckin' right, boys!" he grinned.

"Patty's getting laid tomorrow!" laughed Sharpie.

Patrick took off his equipment and punched Tazer in the arm. "Thanks for the pass, Jonny," he said.

"No problem," Tazer replied. "You needed it more than I did."

Patrick smiled to himself and pulled out his phone. I told you I could do it ;) I'll pick you up at 6 tomorrow night. he typed.

~~~~~~~~~

Anna had been reading the same paragraph for about half an hour when her phone buzzed.

She read Patrick's text and sighed. Okay, she replied,then typed her address.

Anna bit her lip. What had she gotten herself into?

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