Whiskey Wednesdays

Connor’s hockey name is The Hammer. And he hammers me–with orders and instructions. I detest his scarred, handsome face, but I can’t avoid him when my dad is his daughter’s nanny, and he owns the hockey team where I’m interning. He’s like a ragged fingernail on the chalkboard of my soul. Except when he’s scorching me with his dirty, filthy mouth.