Off The Ice: Fake Dating The Hockey Captain

Chapter 6: Scent Doesn't Lie

Roxanne's POV

"Oh my god... I'm so sorry." I spun around so fast I nearly knocked the chair over.

"I knocked, I swear I knocked..." My face was on fire, my whole body was on fire. "Nobody answered and Alice said to just come up so I... the door was right there and I pushed it and I didn't think..."

"Pumpkin." His voice came from behind me. "You need to chill."

"I am chill." I said quickly.

"You're not." He said.

I pressed both hands flat against my thighs and stared hard at the wall in front of me. Behind me I could hear him moving, unhurried and calm, the sound of a drawer sliding open and my wolf who had apparently lost her entire mind, was still awake and practically vibrating. She lifted her head, ears forward.

Sit down, I told her.

She turned in a slow circle and stayed exactly where she was.

I heard the sound of him pulling something on while I kept my eyes on the wall.

"You can relax," he said. "It's not like you saw something you didn't like."

My jaw dropped. "What do you mean by that?!"

"Your eyes went straight to my c**k," he said. "You don't need to act offended."

"I did not..."

"You did." He cut me off. "It's fine. Most people do."

"You're honestly the most arrogant person I have ever met in my life." I said.

"Yeah sure." He said casually. "I still manage to turn you on."

I could feel the heat crawling up my throat, my wolf was absolutely not helping by pushing forward the renewed interest every time his voice dropped.

I could hear more movement behind me, closer this time. I felt him pass near my left side, close enough that the warmth of him reached me, close enough that his scent hit the back of my throat again and I immediately turned the other side to find a new set of walls to study.

"You could have just told me to wait outside, you know," I said quietly. "Like a normal person would've suggested."

"I could have." I could hear the sound of him picking something up off the dresser. "I didn't feel like it."

"Of course not." I rolled my eyes.

"Besides..." I could feel the smirk in his face without seeing him. "You're handling it so well."

"I'm handling it completely fine." My voice was sharp.

"Hour scent says otherwise, Pumpkin."

I stopped breathing entirely because he was right. I could feel it myself, the shift in the air around me, something warm bleeding through my suppressants that were down to three pills and apparently no longer doing their full job. My wolf wasn't helping either, she was making it worse, pushing forward, being obvious and completely ignoring every instruction I gave her.

"Get dressed faster," My voice was tiny.

He chuckled softly.

"Done," he said finally.

I turned around slowly. He was wearing grey sweatpants, black t-shirt, his hair was still slightly damp at the edges, he looked infuriatingly put together for someone who'd just been standing in a towel thirty seconds ago.

"Sit down." He picked up something from the bed.

"I'm okay standing." I said quickly.

"It's going to be a long conversation." He said. "Sit down."

I sat on the edge of the chair near the window because I refused to sit on his bed, and he turned and held out the first outfit.

I looked at it and he looked at me.

"No," I said.

"You haven't even tried it on." He said.

"I don't need to try it on." I took it from him and held it up. It was a skirt, a short fitted thing that would sit mid thigh, paired with a top that was cropped and tight. "Tyson. I would need another grown person's fabric added to this to feel okay in it."

"You're not supposed to feel okay in them." He said.

"So the point is to make me uncomfortable?" I asked.

"The point," he said, taking it back and setting it aside. "Is that you're supposed to be my girlfriend so people are going to look at you everytime we're together and they need to believe it."

"People can believe it without seeing my entire thighs." My voice was sharp

"Can they though?" He asked.

"Yes! They can!" My voice rose.

He held up the second one, which was also a short fitted dress.

"These are not clothes," I said. "They look like rags dressed as fashion."

"They're what you wear to parties." His voice was sharp.

"They're what Skylar wears to Parties." I corrected. "I'm not Skylar."

"Nobody thinks you're Skylar." He crossed his arms. "But you're supposed to be my girlfriend and my girlfriend doesn't show up looking like she dressed up in the dark."

"There's nothing wrong with how I dress." I argued.

"You showed up in jeans and a jacket today." He gave me a look. "That's not going to work. Skylar or anyone aren't going to feel jealous or even stare at you."

"WOW!" I gasped. "I didn't realize I needed to be fancy when I come here."

"That's not what I.... ughhh..." He groaned. "Nevermind, just try one before you decide."

"I don't need to try them on, I have eyes and a body and I know that this." I pointed at the black dress. "Isn't going to work well on my body."

"It'll look good." He said.

"That's not the point, I'm not walking into a room full of pack wolves looking like..." I picked up the bodycon and held it up again. "Like I'm trying to prove something. I don't dress like that, it's not my style."

"It's just for awhile..." He groaned. "It's not that hard."

"Easy for you to say." My voice dropped a little. "You're not the one who has to actually wear it."

He looked at me for a moment and then sighed, then he reached past me to the box on the floor and set it on the bed.

There where heels in the box, like high heels, the ones with pencil mouths.

I stared at them. "Absolutely not!"

"They go with the..."

"I will fall, Tyson." I cut him off. "In public, in front of people. I will go down and If I'm with you I'm definitely taking you down with you."

"You've got three weeks." He said simply. "You've got time, so sort out the heels."

I stared at him, shocked and thought about what was at risked and then I let out a deep breath. He nodded once.

"Your hair," he said. "It needs to be straightened for the...."

"No." I said sharply. "That's not happening."

"Skylar always has her hair..."

"I'm not Skylar." My voice rose. "I'm not trying to look like Skylar. I already agreed to the clothes and heels, which I already hate. But my hair..." I touched it, the curls loose around my face, red and wild. "My hair stays, I'm not negotiating."

Tyson looked at me and I didn't budge, then he looked away, jaw shifting slightly, and picked up the shoe box.

"Fine," he said flatly. "The hair stays."

"Thank you," I said, in a tone that made it clear it wasn't really a thank you.

He handed me a box and I took it.

"Is that everything?" I asked.

"For it is." He crossed his arms. "Practice walking in those before the party."

I adjusted the clothes in my arms and turned toward the door before he could see whatever was happening on my face.