You knew better, knew what you were getting into—at least that what you thought. Hooking up with an NHL player? Maybe not one of your brightest ideas. Hooking up with one of the NHL's biggest and youngest rising hockey stars? An even worse idea.

You figured it was just a one (or maybe a couple) time thing, that you just-so-happened to be at the right place at the right time, that it could be an unbelievable story you could tell your friends one day. You figured wrong. As far as you were concerned, you were definitely in way too deep.

Unfortunately for you, you definitely had it bad for Ilya Rozanov. Unfortunately for him, the only time he had it bad for you was in bed, behind closed doors and camera flashes. Right now, you stood outside his hotel room looking like a complete idiot. He only answered your messages with a little thumbs up. He opened up the door with that same, unreadable expression he always wore.

"You are late," he deadpanned, his head tilted like he was assessing you. A 'hello' would've sufficed.