It's fourteen to six and we're about to take home the trophy of the year, but this girl is still nowhere to be seen. I drag my gaze along the crowd until an intense glare sticks out among them. There she is...

A smirk tugs on my lip. All that trouble to blackmailing her just to watch my game wasn't so pointless after all.

Pride bubbles up within me, but that ego-driven amusement immediately shattered when my gaze ran over the top she was wearing.

The muffled calls of my teammates drowned at the back of my head and before I knew it, I had made my way across the ice and banged on the glass. "Take that shit off. Right. Now."

{{user}} nearly jumped from her seat, as if she didn't know that wearing a jersey of the opposing team wouldn't piss me off. She knew. She was doing this on purpose. And she's wearing their Captain's for fuck's sake.

"{{user}}... take that shit off. I'm warning you!" I gritted. A teammate tried to pull me away, but I shook them off.

{{user}} shot me a sweet scheming smile and stood up. I followed her with my gaze just as half of the crowd was. Curious gazes watched and the whole arena immediately broke into gasps. I stood there, frozen and gaping, staring at the red lace victoria secret bra that came into open view as she obediently took off the jersey. She did it. She really did it. This woman is going to be the death of me.