And here I was in Seattle by myself and ready to party. This woman—Heidi? Hilda? Hannah? Whatever her name was—had been more than ready and willing to welcome me to my new life.

The team had put me up in a luxury hotel within blocks of the SHAC, which was the Sockeyes Hockey Athletic Center near downtown Seattle. The building housed the team’s practice facility and administrative offices.

After signing all the necessary paperwork, I’d driven to the hotel and ordered a drink at the bar. The rest of the evening had stretched out in front of me. I was bored.

When she’d walked in around five, I’d been nursing a beer and wondering what to do next. She sat down next to me and gave me a once-over. After a quick check of her hand for a wedding ring, I offered to buy her a drink. After all, she was smoking hot, and I was facing a night alone with my insecurities.

We moved to a booth in a dark corner and drank way more than one drink. She rubbed my dick under the table to the point where I had to either do her right there or get the fuck out of there. Since management probably wouldn’t appreciate their newest rookie’s face being plastered everywhere as he fucked some random woman in a hotel bar, I suggested we go to my room.

Her antics as I paid the bill and we left the bar had me doubting my decision, but I was young and horny, and my dick, as it often did, overrode what good sense I might possess. She’d been all over me as we walked through the lobby and into the elevator. Seconds later, we were naked on my bed and fucking like wild animals. We’d been in that state pretty much ever since.

Now it was—I glanced at the bedside alarm clock—four a.m., and I was wearing out and sobering up. Not to mention, I was currently sporting my last condom.

I helped her along so we could both come one more time. She looked tired, too, and I realized she wasn’t as young as I’d first guessed. She was probably in her late thirties. I enjoyed older women, so her age didn’t matter to me.

She glanced at her phone, something she’d been doing all night to the point of annoyance. “Oh, shit. It’s that late? I have to go,” she announced with urgency.

I breathed out a sigh of relief. I was ready to be done with her. “I’ll call you a cab.”

“No.” She dug her claws painfully into my shoulders. “I don’t have enough time. You have to take me home. It’s not far.”

I frowned, not certain what her hurry was. She scrambled off the bed and began yanking on her clothes. Puzzled at her about-face, I got up, disposed of the condom, pulled on my jeans, threw on a T-shirt, and looked for my keys.

“Hurry up!” She stood near the door, impatiently tapping her foot.