Break Up with Him, for Me (You Belong With Me 1)

“Exactly.” I sipped the coffee. “If the rule change is permanent, I’d rather coach someone I really helped to get there. It would mean more.”

She stepped closer and pressed her hand against my neck. “You know, I was about to check for a pulse, to make sure you’re alive, but—” Her lips curved into a smile. “There are red marks all over your neck, so I think this is the post-gala sex with Simon talking.”

“We can discuss what day you’re calling to accept their offer later.” She plopped down on a chair. “Give me all the dirty details with Simon, full play by play.”

“I didn’t have sex with Simon.”

“Ugh, come on.” She crossed her arms. “That’s how you want to play this?”

“It’s true,” I said. “I mean, I did have sex.”

“Clearly.”

“It wasn’t with him, though.”

She gasped. “You met some other guy that night? Who?”

“Hey.” Hayden’s deep voice suddenly filled the room and made me look toward the door.

My cheeks heated as he strolled inside, and my body reacted at the sight of him in dark grey sweats and a white T-shirt.

He set my keys down on the desk, and I had an instant flashback of hours ago when he was making me ride his hand in the shower.

“You might need those later,” he said. “Don’t you think?”

“Yes,” I said, clearing my throat. “Thank you for bringing those here, Hayden. As you can see, I am busy speaking with Tatiana at this moment.”

“I can see that.” His lips curved into a smirk. “You left me, so I was checking to make sure you were alright.”

“Yes, I left you at the coffee cafe—because that’s where we were earlier.” I tried to act natural. “I’ll call you later to discuss more coffee.”

He looked as if he was about to lean over the desk and kiss me—to kill my fumbling ruse on the spot, but he laughed and left the room.

“Okay,” Tatiana said. “Now, back to the guy you had sex with this weekend. You said you were never the one-night stand type, so—” She stopped talking and tilted her head to the side. Then she sucked in a breath. “You fucked Hayden, didn’t you?”

“No.” My cheeks heated again. “No, I did not fuck Hayden.”

“You did!” She saw right through me. “Did his entire cock even fit inside of you? Did it feel good? No, wait. Don’t answer that yet. Tell me everything—and I do mean down to every second, from the time Simon picked you up until now.”

“Can I tell you after I get done coaching my client?”

“Ha! No.” She pointed to the window behind me, where my “client” was coordinating her umpteenth TikTok video on the ice instead of doing a warm-up. “She’s only here because of her rich parents and you know it. Get to the sex recap. Now.”

Two hours later, Tatiana fanned herself with a binder.

“Well, damn,” she said. “I feel the sudden need to go home and have a date with my vibrator.”

“I didn’t need to know that.”

“Of course you did.” She laughed. “That way, you can go to his place and have more sex to tell me about later. Are you two an item now?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “But please don’t tell anyone.”

“Who would I have to tell?”

“Good point, sorry. I just want to make sure my brother doesn’t know until later.” Much later.

“I fucking hate your brother.” She stood to her feet. “He used to leave me ‘You’ll never outrank my sister’ and ‘How does it feel to be number two again?’ voicemails after every competition.”

“Really?” I smiled. “He never told me that. That was sweet of him.”

She gave me a blank stare.

“I mean, I can’t believe he did that. What an awful human being.”

She laughed and picked up her purse. “Brunch tomorrow, if you’re not screwing Hayden again?”

“Sure.” I nodded and waited for her to leave.

I reread the letter from the skating committee a few more times, wishing that they’d written me sooner.

As I was weighing the pros and cons, Hayden stepped into my office again.

“I thought I asked you to leave, sir.” I placed the letter into the drawer as he walked over to me. “I’m busy at work.”

“You were busy discussing us fucking.” He smiled, pulling me up by my hands. “Very interesting recap.”

“You eavesdropped?”

“I briefly took notes on the second half.” He pushed me against the wall. “If you wanted more, you shouldn’t have left.”

“I have a job, Hayden.”

“You’re self-employed.” He pressed a kiss against my lips. “And your only client for the day left over an hour ago.”

“I have tons of other things to do.”

“I know,” he said, covering my mouth with his. “I’m one of them.”

“Did you overhear the part when I said I wanted to have sex on the ice with you someday?”

“I did.” He slid a hand under my shirt. “We’ll get to that next.”