Sexy Blake Wheeler
Chapter 2
"Hi, I'm Wheeler. Blake Wheeler. You don't look like a Pete?" sexy Blake Wheeler said through a knowing smile as he slowly moved towards me.
"Pete couldn't make it. Probably listening to the Dead in a hot tub somewhere. Just can't rely on those potheads" I cracked.
Sexy Blake Wheeler laughed as he sat down beside me. He took off his jersey and pads revealing a tight shirt that hugged his lean torso.
"My name is Melanie. Melanie Marks." I said playfully. If I was going to be stuck interviewing a jock I may as well practice my flirting. This guy was far from my type but he was cute.
"Ok Melanie, what would you like to know?"
Pete had emailed me some questions and research that I had looked over while waiting. One bit stuck out to me.
"You were drafted by the Arizona Coyotes but decided not to make the leap to the NHL. Why?"
"A few reasons. I am committed to my own personal growth as a person and I feel like playing hockey while at an institution of higher learning can help me achieve that. Also, I don't like the politics of that state. They were the last state to do a Martin Luther King holiday. That says a lot to me. Of course, playing for what was once the Winnipeg Jets is the dream of every hockey player but I had to stand by my beliefs" he said, never breaking eye contact.
I remember how his response threw me off. It definitely wasn't what I had expected to hear. Of course it was the dream of every kid to play for the former Winnipeg Jets but the rest knocked me back a bit.
"Really? What sort of personal growth do you hope to achieve here at the U of M?"
"Meeting new people. Opening up my mind to new ideas and ways of life. I hope this combined with my education will help in my goal of being a leader in the areas of sensible gun control and safe working environments for women" he said. His blue eyes locked onto mine like Maverick locking onto a Mig in the hit film "Top Gun".
"Well Mr.Wheeler, aren't you full of surprises." I said softly, breaking eye contact. He just smiled and kept looking at me.
"You don't look like the typical hockey fan. Maybe you aren't one at all." he said.
"Well, I am from Winnipeg so I do know a thing or two about the game" I replied still staring down at my notes. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my forearm. I slowly looked up.
"You're from...Winnipeg?" he said breathlessly.
Our eyes locked again. I could feel my heart start to race. I felt like he could see it pound through my decolletage. What the hell is going on here I thought? All the locker room smells and Nickelback music from the the next room seemed to disappear. His hand moved down my arm and into my hand that was resting on my lap. I took a quick breath as I felt myself begin to moisten. We just looked at each other for what felt like two minutes. Finally the silence was broken.
"I want to know all about you" he said firmly. I knew at this point that I would tell him anything and everything. I was his.
