“You work here?” I stammered like a guy who’d never been in a situation like this before, but I hadn’t.

“Sure do. Equipment intern.” Her responses were clipped and coldly professional. Even her earlier assessment of my assets had been with a cold and clinical eye.

“Wonderful,” I said sarcastically. “Just what I needed to make a perfect day more perfect.”

“That makes two of us. You’d best not mess with me. I’m not nearly as nice as my brother.” She snorted with evil laughter and dropped her gaze once more below my belt, which I realized I wasn’t wearing. I scrambled to pull on my briefs, turning my back on her.

Her soft laughter floated to me, an edge to it. She was going to exact revenge for her brother. I was certain of it.

~~Geneva~~

Just when I thought I was rising above my upbringing, I did something stupid. How unprofessional to ogle the enemy’s privates, but I did it anyway. First of all, gazing at his exceptional male body gave me pleasure. Secondly, I was embarrassing the hell out of him. And thirdly, he deserved to be treated like the jerk he’d proven to be.

When I’d first wheeled the cart into the locker room, my eyes had gone to his bare ass like a junkie to crack. He had the round, muscular ass and huge thighs of a guy who skated for a living. I’d only been in this job since last fall, but I’d seen my share of naked asses and thighs, but this guy’s body was beyond anything I’d seen.

And I wanted him. Badly. Even as I flinched inwardly at what a betrayal such an act would be to my brother. Of course, I did have my scruples, even if they were few and far between, but there were certain things even I wouldn’t do. I didn’t sleep with married men, guys under twenty-one, or assholes. Axel was in the asshole category. That didn’t mean I couldn’t admire his fine body when the opportunity presented itself.

Axel tugged on his briefs, which hugged his butt quite nicely, and glanced over his shoulder, catching me staring. I grinned unabashedly. I wasn’t easily embarrassed, and I wouldn’t apologize to the man who destroyed my brother’s family.

He read my mind. After pulling his T-shirt over his head, he advanced toward me, stopping a safe distance away. “I didn’t know she was married.”

I shrugged. “Whatever. Don’t expect me to believe you. I don’t like that woman, never have. On the other hand, I’ve only known you for less than twenty-four hours.”

He cocked a brow at me and tried another tactic. “Your brother’s forgiveness is important to me. I’m not that guy. I don’t sleep with married women. I didn’t know.”

“Not my problem. You had your dick somewhere it shouldn’t have been. Do you think my brother is going to get over that?” Despite my words, he was wearing me down. Something in his gaze spoke of sincerity, and I was a much better judge of character than my brother. Not to mention the guy was smoking hot. I was almost jealous of Bria. How dysfunctional was that?