Chapter 15

Imogen

Being this close to Cody in his super-star Rolls Royce is un-nerving to say the least. I can practically feel the sex dripping off him, no wonder the girls go wild for him. He is definitely a woman magnet. No wonder he’s such a manwhore. I just don’t want to end up being another one to tick off his list. No fucking way.

Out of the corner of my eye I take in his formed biceps with tattoos running from his wrists to I guess his shoulder tops. It’s like a creeping vine with leaves off interspersed with different images. A rose, a heart, hockey sticks and a puck. Typical. Of course he is an ice hockey player. His v-neck shows a tattoo peeping just over the top, it looks like Latin letters, I’m wondering what a dumbass hockey player could possibly have written on his body. I bet it’s something he Googled and had put on. There’s no way he can know a word of Latin. Right?

It’s kind of difficult not to want to run my hands up and down his large legs encased in the tightest navy jeans,