Tom’s voice seemed hesitant, and that always meant bad news. Did the Marcello merger get rejected in the final hour?

“What is it?” I strode into my office, flipping through my messages. There seemed to be a lot, mostly from associates, and most of them nondescript. The hell was going on? “Did our stock crash overnight and I missed it?”

Tom shook his head. “No, sir. Have you seen the news?”

I’d lingered in bed for as long as possible this morning, my morning wood nestled against Nova’s ass. It was the best way to wake up. I’d sprinted through my morning routine, which would normally have included watching the Finance channel.

“Not this morning.”

Tom winced as he handed me his tablet. “You might want to check it out, sir.”

Grabbing the tablet, I looked down at the news article Tom had pulled up on the screen.

Puck Bunny Princess.

How having sexual relations with one woman is the new form of team bonding.

Star defenseman River Cooper has embraced a new technique of building a rapport with his team—sharing a booty call. Publicly linked with Cooper and fan favorite forward Rigby Engman, is this woman the new queen of the Ann Arbor IceCaps, or just another indicator of the misogynistic culture permeating the IceCaps locker room? The mystery woman has also been seen with eligible bachelor and IceCaps sponsor Devan Mayson, so it seems the Caps are happy to make sure everyone feels like they are a part of the team. She has even been linked with married Captain Clint Vanmussen, having been seen leaving his home in the early hours of the morning. This whole situation flies directly in the face of the team’s supposed “family first” values…

I looked up at Tom. “Is this a company tablet?”

He nodded, stepping to the side and shutting the door. He’d been with me long enough to know what came next. I threw the fucking thing against the wall.

“God fucking dammit!” I yelled. Why couldn’t I just get to be fucking happy? I swiped everything off the desk, throwing a full temper tantrum. When I straightened, heaving in breaths, Tom looked almost frightened.

Fuck. I’d lost control.

“I’m sorry, Tom.” I softened my voice. “Can you get the lawyers on the phone, and then probably the public relations team. Cancel all my other appointments, and reschedule the ones that can’t be emails.” With a nod, he left as fast as he possibly could.

I needed to call the guys. I grabbed my phone, but it rang before I even managed to unlock it, Rigby’s face flashing on the screen.

“I saw it,” I said instead of a greeting. “Has Nova seen it?”