Vegas Crush

Holly loves her independence and her career. She’s doing just fine on her own, thank you very much. Allowing her head to be turned by a hot hockey player and putting her job at risk? Not. Happening. Ever. Not even if he looks like a god. Not even if he possesses enough charm to tempt the panties from a nun. Not even if she has to cross her fingers behind her back every time she tells him she’s not interested. Policies exist for a reason. Rules are not meant to be broken, and sexy players are not to be trusted. Right? 

No, I don't drink vodka straight from the bottle. I don't pour it over my breakfast cereal either. I am not in need of an intervention...unless it involves me and a certain blonde bombshell alone in a room with a locking door. I've done my fair share of partying, I'll admit. And yes, I've built up something of a reputation with the ladies when not on the ice. That's on me for being careless with my posts on social. And I do know what's most important in my life. 

My reputation as an Enforcer was earned one game at a time. Fighting on the ice for my team is something I take very seriously because I came to the USA to play hockey, not be a celebrity. Unfortunately, this logic has my public image taking a beating - not that I care very much how others think of me. Except for her. Scarlett. I can deal with setting her straight about her ridiculous suspicions, but cracking through that hard shell she has built around her broken heart? This is my real challenge. 

The Ice Dragon was traded to Las Vegas for one reason and one reason only: to bring the Crush another Cup Championship. But off the ice, there’s something not right with my money. My financial managers in Russia are probably stealing from me. So I really need the expert eye of a pro to investigate what's going on. My money being stolen is problem number one. Having the hots for the genius finance goddess I just hired to help me out of problem number one? That's problem number two.