Chapter 4

Cody

As I stand leaning against the door frame I’m completely taken back by the woman who is with Atlas as she trails reluctantly behind him. If I didn’t know any better that’s the Imogen of old, the one that sulks, huffs and puffs and can create a drama out of nothing.

Only, I’m also not entirely sure it’s the one and same person. This woman is so fucking damn hot that I feel a stir in my pants. Her hips are narrow and taper down to some very fine long legs, encased in those spray on black jeans of hers and damn she isn’t even wearing any heels. An image of them wrapped around my neck flashes in front of my eyes. Shit. I feel blood rushing to my cock. Thank god I’m wearing tight denims that can keep it contained and not my sweat pants that I favour most of the time. Only I thought I’d better make a bit of an impression even though I don’t get along with Atlas’ sister.

She comes closer and I notice how luscious and soft her dark hair looks as it hangs down her back and some over her shoulder. I resist the urge to tuck it behind her ears. WTF is wrong with you? I’m actually stumped for words not something that usually happens to me. Not at all.

“Hi buddy.” Atlas shakes my hand. “Imogen is here. We’ll get her stuff in a while, she hasn’t got much a few cases.”

“Sure no problem.” I say still not taking my eyes off this wonder in front of me, even though I don’t want to be attracted to her. It’s making me angry, I can feel myself getting riled up. Her red lipstick accentuates her full pouting lips and I imagine them wrapped around my dick. Fuck’s sake. I have got to stop thinking about her like this. She is Atlas’ little sister and Imogen who I cannot stand, who was always a pain in the ass growing up.

“Hi.” She says stepping up onto the porch. I can smell her fragrance it reminds me of wild flowers and jasmine. It’s fresh and I just want to move closer to her and smell it some more. I also want to give myself a good slap across the face to get a grip. This is not a great start, she’s just a kid right? Okay, so she’s what, twenty-one now? Strictly speaking that makes her a grown-up, an adult. But to me she’ll always be the royal pain in my side, Imogen. The younger, baby sister of Atlas.

“Hi Immi.” I drawl.

“It’s Imogen.” She says flatly. Right, that brings a smirk to my face. I can see her flush red to her cheeks. It’s actually quite cute.

“Imogen.” I say slowly repeating her. “Come on in, let’s get you shown around and settled in shall we?” She hesitates, bites her bottom lip which does something to my insides. I have to remind myself that I can’t stand her and that she’s still a kid in my eyes beside Atlas would kill me if I touched his little sister. And I’m not about upsetting my best friend.

Imogen steps over the threshold and into my house, I notice how her ass moves from side to side and what a damn fine ass that is. I could sink my teeth into it. The word peach springs to mind. My dick twitches again, I’m going to have to go and sort myself out if this carries on.

Whilst she walks into the vast open-spaced living area, I fist my hands and seethe inside. Liking Imogen is not on the agenda, it’s so far off the agenda it may as well be in Europe. Not in my living space. This is so damn, fucking bad and I’m now royally pissed off.

“This is amazing.” She breathes and I guess looking at it from her perspective it is amazing. I’ve worked my butt off literally year after year after year to be the best hockey player Minnesota has ever seen. Years of hard practise, commitment, dedication and giving up a lot of life and my childhood to be standing right where I am now. Atlas is the same, he’s worked just as hard and one day soon he’ll be getting his own place.

I watch as she moves through the open space with its vaulted ceilings boasting natural oak beams and steel girders and carries herself through where the open plan kitchen/diner is to the far glass doors that stretch the entire width of the house. The view is stupendous over the lake as the near Fall sun bounces off it, even this early in the morning.

Imogen just stands there, I can tell it’s rocking her world right now and that she’s totally in awe of the view. I’ve lived her six months already and it still makes my heart zing when I drink my morning coffee and take it in, or sit at night just staring out at it. Across the lake are a couple of other houses but none as grand as mine. Naturally, I’ve got the largest on the plot. I can see their lights twinkle like stars at night when it’s dusk. The peace living here is incredible, the perfect retreat after busy days spent in the gym, practise on the ice, guys always around me, cheerleaders trying to hook up with me. It’s insane being at the top but I wouldn’t swap it. This here, my home, it’s a small piece of heaven. I forget for a few moments that I’m mad at Atlas for setting Imogen up as my nutrionist. I forget a lot of things until she turns around.

Her pupils are dilated and I sense she likes what she sees. “Great view, right?” I say slowly.

“It’s okay.” Jeez is she uptight or what? The first thing that springs to my mind is how I’d like to take her up to my bedroom and give her a good seeing to. I clench my fists again. She’s now my employee, not someone I’m going to take to bed and give a good time to.

I shrug. I’m not going to let her sullen attitude get to me. If she wants to be like that, then fine. As far as I’m concerned I’m paying her to make sure I’m in top condition for our games and to help out around the house.

“I want to make it clear,” she starts looking directly at me in the eyes and her hands on her hips. “this is strictly a business arrangement. I’m not interested in your life, or how much of a hot shot you are.”

“Imogen.” I hear Atlas sounding infuriated. She glares at him with a what look all over her cute face.

“Strictly business.” I say, clearly amused. What does she take me for? I don’t go round fucking my best mate’s little sister.

“And, it’s only six months. I’m not staying a minute longer.” I nod and raise my eyebrows.

“Six months.” I repeat. “Got it.” She stomps off back through the living area then stops realizing she has no idea where her room is, since the house branches off to both the left and the right. I snigger.

“Don’t fucking start, Cody.” She says. But I can’t help it. It’s funny watching her.

“Yeah, knock it off.” Atlas tells me. I get myself together. At least my dick has gone back down and I’m no longer focused on that ass of hers or those long legs.

“I promise, Immi that this is just six months and not a second longer. Trust me, it doesn’t suit me either. This way.” I get back to my grumpy fucker mode and lead the way to show her the bedroom she’ll be having. It’s more like a suite than a bedroom.

“Told you. Don’t fucking call me Immi. That was when I was a kid. I’m an adult.” Wow she has some fire in her belly for sure.

This should be a whole lot of fun. I can’t wait to be her worst nightmare, she’s going to have to earn every cent I pay her.