She watched him from behind the bar as he slugged back huge gulps of beer. She examined the way he laughed with his group of guys. They were the loudest people inside the bar tonight. They had just won their game against the Detroit Red Wings. Shaking her head, she went back to serving the guys around the bar.

Aaron felt someone staring at him and he knew exactly who. Just turning his gaze to the woman behind the bar, he saw her watching him before getting back to her customers. He stared at her, with her low cut tank-top, and her hair up in a tight ponytail. Every guy wanted her, especially Aaron. She may work in a bar, but he knew she came from the high society. Her smile captivated him, causing his own smile to grow.

“Yo! Aaron.” An elbow to the ribs brought him out his trance. He took one more glance at her before turning towards his teammate, Dale Weise. “Checking out the bartender again?”

“Who wouldn’t check her out,” Cody Hodgson laughed, clicking beers with Chris Tanev across the table.

“Hey man, I wouldn’t talk about Patti’s girl like that,” Mason Raymond chuckled, watching Aaron glare at the two younger boys.

“So why isn’t she your girl, yet?” Chris questioned, smirking at the older man.

“She doesn’t like the fact that he’s a bad boy,” Dale patted Aaron on his shoulder, smiling.

“But you’re only a bad boy out on the ice,” Cody stated, confused.

“That’s not the only reason,” Aaron glared at the guys around him. “Her parents don’t think she should date a sports star because it’s not a solid career path.”

“That’s fucked up man.” Mason shook his head, while the others agreed.

“How long have you known her?” Cody asked.

“A few years now,” he responded, letting his eyes wander back to her. “She also thinks I drink too much, and because I hang out with a rough and rowdy crowd, known as the hockey world.”

“But that doesn’t mean you don’t respect your mom or the rest of your family,” Dale patted him once again on the shoulder.

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“What can I get you?” She leaned up against the bar, smiling at the young hockey player.

“You,” Aaron winked at the blond bartender.

“So a beer,” she rolled her eyes, turning around to grab him a bottle of beer.

He took a sip of his beer, not leaving the bar to return to his teammates. He watched her serve several other customers before she made her way back towards him to grab another beer for someone down the bar.

“What’s your name?” He smirked, checking her out as she popped open the cap off the bottle.

“None of your business,” she smirked back, before taking the beer to its owner.

He stared as her hips swayed back and forth in her shorts, driving him even crazier. Aaron stayed at the bar the whole night, until the bar started closing down. His teammates called him crazy for staying to wait for her. Clearly she showed no interest, but he had to prove them wrong. Had to prove himself wrong. He didn’t get to see her after her sift ended because she ended up going out the back door, making him leave feeling defeated.

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She walked out into her living room in her apartment to find her best friend sitting on the couch, bowl of popcorn in one hand and a beer in the other, with the TV on the hockey channel. She glanced at the screen, noticing the Vancouver’s Canucks playing the Chicago Blackhawks. She just cannot get away from that guy.

“Wasn’t Volpatti the one that hit on you at the bar three years ago?” Katie questioned, glancing at her roommate.

“Yeah, and he has yet to know my name,” she giggled, taking a seat on the couch. She then remembered the time they met up at the club one night.

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Aaron saw her across the crowded room, grinding up on another girl. This turned him on so much; he had to keep reminding himself to stay controlled. He got up and weaved through the crowded dance floor. He finally made it to her and grabbed a hold on her hips. Pulling her towards him, she began grinding onto him.

“Will you tell me your name now?” He questioned into her ear.

She turned around, smirking at the discomfort look on his face. “Nope,” she shook her head, giggling. “You’re a bad boy, I don’t date bad boys.”

He smirked this time. “I might have a reckless streak at least a country-mile wide.” He pulled her away, spun her around and brought her back in. “And if you’re gonna run with me, I can promise you it‘s gonna be a wild ride.”

“Exactly. I don’t want that wild ride.” She smiled, her eyes fading from their glow.

“But I can promise you one thing,” he pulled her closer, and whispered the rest in her ear. “When it comes to loving you, I’ve got velvet hands. And I’ll show you how a real bad boy can be a real good man.”

He softly guided his hands down her sides and back up again. He lightly kissed her check and walked away, leaving her in a daze.

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He couldn’t take it any longer. He had to know her name. He knocked on the apartment door, waiting for someone to answer. Aaron knew she was home because he watched her walk home. Sure he felt like a stalker, but he couldn’t get her off his mind and he needed to know her name. She opened the door, surprised to see him standing there.

“What are you doing here?” She asked him, watching him run his hand through his hair. Without an invitation he walked right into her apartment. “Yeah, sure you can come in.”

“I’m not that bad of a guy okay. Sure I take all the good times I can get because I’m too young for growing up just yet.” He paced back and forth, while she watched him with crossed arms. “Sure, I may be twenty-six years old, but yeah I play hockey, it’s my life, but I never got anything away from that.”

“Aaron,” she spoke, trying to stop his rant. It didn’t work.

“You are all I think about and it’s starting to drive me crazy! To know that just one girl can enter my mind so much and for me to not know her name is just too much for me.”

“Janet,” she tried again, smirking at the hockey player pacing in her living room.

“Janet, who’s Janet?” He shook his head, but didn’t stop pacing. “Do you know how long at night I just stay up thinking of names to put to your face, but never once do I pick one because it just didn’t suit you. Just give me one good reason why-,” he stopped midsentence and step, to look at her. She stood there in her tank-top and pajama pants, smirking. “Janet, you’re name’s Janet?”

“Yes,” she laughed, shaking her head.

Aaron grinned, walking over to her. For her to give him her name meant she might just think of him as a real good man and not a bad boy. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his forehead against hers.

“I can’t promise you much, but I’ll do the best I can or I’ll be damned for doing so.” He lightly pressed his lips onto hers. “I may be a real bad boy out on the ice, but baby, I’m a real good man when it comes to love.”

“Let’s see if you can prove that,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his in a heated kiss.

“I always will,” he smiled, causing her to smile.