The Intern

It was with a ball of nerves that I headed up to Patrick's room. I was glad to have been invited, but at the same time I'd barely survived dinner and at least there'd been a waitress to run interference. Here I'd have nothing to distract them from my awkwardness.

"You any good at Mario Kart?" Jordie Benn asked, as we trailed the pack to Patrick's room. "I'm Jordie by the way,"

"I know," I cringed, before adding "I mean nice to meet you, I'm Kennedy."

"I know," He said with a smirk peeking out from beneath his monstrous beard. "How're you enjoying working for the Stars?"

"Uh," I paused, wanting nothing more than to bad mouth Michelle but knew that would probably end badly for me. "It's busy?"

"Yeah Cups has you running around quite a bit, eh? She goes through interns like we go through sticks." Jordie stated with a chuckle.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, this was news to me. No wonder she had me running around like a mad person, she didn't care if I quit and was probably more than likely looking for reasons to fire me.

"I'm sure you'll be able to tough it out," Jordie hastened to add, obviously regretting giving me that tidbit of information. I nodded and followed Tyler's retreating back into a hotel room that looked identical to mine, except for the obvious male belongings scattered around.

I took a seat at the floor of the bed while the boys hooked up the Wii with practiced efficiency.

"Beer?" Patrick asked from where he stood at the mini fridge, grabbing enough for the boys in the room.

"Yes please," I said and accepted the Stella he handed to me.

"So, boyfriend hey?" Tyler asked from where he'd sank down beside me. His shoulders brushing up against mine, causing my face to feel hot.

"Uh-" Tell him the truth you idiot! "Yeah. He's great?"

"Is the sex good?" Tyler asked with zero embarrassment.

"Um I guess?" Sure Aaron and I's imaginary sex was blind blowing, he totally rocked my socks off on a daily basis.

"You don't sound too confident in that answer," Tyler remarked, eyeing me like I was a complex math problem he was trying to puzzle out.

"Why're you so interested in my sex life?" I demanded, both dreading and anticipating the answer.

"Calm down 'Neddy, I was just making conversation,"

"Do your conversations tend to revolve around sex a lot?" I inquired, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Sometimes," He replied with a grin. "Where'd you go to college?"

"SMU," I responded, glad for the subject change.

I was surprised Tyler was still talking to me, figuring after he'd seen me being a huge freakasaurus at dinner he'd have lost interest. I suppose I was the shiny new toy in the room, and once I'd been around for a bit longer I'd lose my mysterious appeal.

"What'd you study?" Tyler asked, his brown eyes never leaving mine.

I didn't want to fool myself, knowing that imaginary boyfriend or not there was no way someone like Tyler was interested in someone like me. Even when I'd been the apple of my parents eye, a perfect size 2, impecabbly dressed straight-A student I'd never been the one the guys flocked to. Now a size 6, poor college graduate, dressed in ill fitting Target clothes my chances at landing someone like Tyler had lessened even more. Tyler went for people like the red headed reporter.

"I got a bachelor in art with a minor in business." I took a long pull off my beer, surprised to find it was almost empty.

"Odd combo, what kind of art do you do?"

"Mostly sketches, some oil and watercolour too. I never really took to sculpture or anything like that," The beer definitely loosening my tongue.

"You'll have to paint me like one of your French girls," Tyler said, completely stone faced causing me to let out a peal of laughter.

"Did you just quote Titanic?" I demanded, letting out a loud and supremely unattractive snort.

"I have younger sisters okay?" He defended, a light blush colouring his sharp cheek bones.

"Sure bud," I mocked, finishing off the last gulp of my beer.

"You want another one?" Tyler asked, nodding towards my now empty bottle. I nodded, feeling a nice buzz settling into my muscles.

"Stop hogging the intern and take your turn Segs!" Patrick demanded, obviously taking his Mario Kart rematch very seriously.

"Didn't know you wanted to lose so badly Sharpy," Tyler chirped, handing me my beer before snagging a controller from John.

I sipped on my beer as I watched the game get chippier and chippier, more and more swear words and chirps being thrown out as Tyler won the first game and rematch too. It was funny to see such huge muscular hockey players reduced to playing like little boys.

"Fuck you Seggy! Stupid pin-legged motherfucker!" Patrick spat, but the angry comments were accompanied by a good natured smile.

"You been practicing against your kids Sharp? I think they could actually beat you," Tyler chirped right back, bumping his shoulder into Patrick's causing his character to swerve off the road.

"You cheating asshole!" Patrick yelled as the third race came to an end, Tyler in first place yet again. Patrick threw down his controller before diving atop Tyler, quickly getting him into a headlock.

"Who wants to let Sharpy win before he starts crying?" Tyler choked out, his face going bright red as Patrick refused to let up on him.

"I'll have a go," Jamie offered reluctantly.

"Go easy on him Benny," Tyler taunted as he sank back down beside me "Or he might cry."

I giggled at Patrick's mock angry look, the smile tugging at his lips ruining the charade. Jamie grabbed the offered controller and soon the entire game had dissolved into another shoving match.

"Grown men and their games," I mumbled causing Tyler to whip around to look at me.

"You totally want in on that action Kennedy, don't front" Tyler said, giving me a playful elbow to the side.

"You caught me," I said a little breathlessly, the contact however accidental causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach. Stop it Kennedy! He's off limits and totally not interested!

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Tyler asked as he stretched out his legs as much as he could in the cramped space between the dresser and end of the bed.

I couldn't help but run my eyes up along the long lines of his body from his trim but muscular thighs over his visible abs and toned arms up to his chiseled face. Tyler was a knockout, he looked more like he belonged on a Hollywood red carpet than in an NHL arena.

"--Kennedy?" Tyler said, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I turned bright red, hoping he hadn't noticed my obvious ogling. "Are the drinks getting to you, bud?"

The offhanded bud comment worked like a bucket of ice water. It brought me back to reality, a reality where Tyler and I would never be more than friends.

"Yeah I-" I cut myself off, unsure what I wanted to say. "I'm getting pretty tired, I think I'm going to call it a night." Retreat, retreat! Before you make an even bigger fool of yourself Kennedy Ann Taylor.

"I should probably call it a night too, big game tomorrow." He agreed after a moment's pause. "Want me to walk you to your room?"

"I'll be fine." No Tyler don't listen to my idiotic mouth, please walk me to my room! In fact walk me to my bed, and don't leave it... Ever!

"It's on the way," Tyler insisted, giving me a hand to stand up. "We're heading out, have a good night gentlemen and Sharpy"

"Don't stay up too late Tyler," Jamie said with a smirk and lewd grin.

"Boyfriend remember?" I spoke up, not wanting to hear the polite brush off Tyler would've undoubtedly given me. "See you all tomorrow,"

I opened the door, thankful to have made it through the night mostly unscathed. The air in the hallway was refreshing after being shoved in a small room with eight hulking hockey players and their various colognes.

"What's your room number?" Tyler asked as we started walking down the hall.

"306,"

"I'm 303, we're practically neighbours!" A happy flush decorated his cheeks, the drinks having obviously caught up with him.

"Well goodnight then, neighbour" I said, as I fished around my purse for my keycard.

"Goodnight Kennedy," Tyler replied, taking a step closer to me before enveloping me in a tight hug. He smelled delicious, a spicy, sultry scent mingling with his natural clean scent.

"G-goodnight Tyler," I stuttered, cheeks undoubtedly fire engine red.

Tyler gave me a nod before swaggering down the hallway and disappearing through his door with a practiced swipe of his keycard. I stared dumbly at the closed door for a few seconds before finally opening my own.

I stepped inside, fumbling with the light switch bathing the room in a dim light. I quickly went to wash my face and brush my teeth before pulling on a pair of plaid pyjama shorts and loose navy SMU shirt.

I got underneath the covers and tried listening to the air conditioner, hoping it would have the same effect as a white noise machine by putting me right to sleep.

Unfortunately, I found myself lying awake staring up at the dark ceiling unable to fall asleep. The beer had given me a nice whole body buzz, and I felt flare of arousal as I thought about Tyler. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself, letting my fingers wander beneath the waistband of my plaid shorts. I began to softly rub at my folds, grazing my nub every now and again while I thought about Tyler's muscular form.

I pictured him kissing me, imagining the rough drag of his beard against my cheeks or as my thoughts grew naughtier, in between my legs. My actions grew rapider as I slipped a finger inside me, quickly adding another.

The flares of arousal built into a steady thrum, and I soon exploded clenching greedily around my fingers, stroking myself through my orgasm.

Just as I was laying there, panting harshly and coming down from my high my phone rang. With a groan I rolled over, and answered once I saw Michelle's name flash across the display.

"Hello?"

"Just a reminder to meet me in the lobby at 9am tomorrow,"

"Yeah, sure, see you then,"

"See you tomorrow Kennedy." Michelle hung up with a click.

Notes

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