EroticReverie

Josie Jensen

I spend a little over an hour going over the basics as well as some general guidelines. I was nervous at first, but it all became easier as they joked with one another, and I saw the younger guys, or guys more involved in social media help the others who had none at all, or had very little presence. We went over stories, highlights, posts, reels. 

I went over DM's and the fact they should NOT talk to younger fans through direct messages. It seemed pretty common knowledge, but the last thing they needed was to get cancelled when they didn't check the age of the pretty girls that plopped into their dms for attention and ended up flirting with an underage girl and getting themselves cancelled. 

A few of the guys had created an additional profile instead of the one they already had, wanting to separate their private lives from the hockey stuff. Which was understandable and expected. 

Then at the end of the class, I gave them all my own instagram, and had them follow me, so I could follow them all back and told them their homework. That tonight, before bed, I wanted them to make a regular post as well as a story and reminded them to use the hashtag #JJHW , for "Josie Jensen Home Work" so I could find the posts easily, and to @ the teams main page. 

A lot of the guys stop by and shake my hand , welcoming me "to the team".  It's cute, and it's nice to already be considered a part of their little hockey family. 

I notice Cooper hanging behind. Still sitting with his phone. I smile to myself. Because, I had a huge crush on Cooper Callahan growing up. Being ten years older than me, it was obviously one sided. And as soon as I saw him out there today, after not seeing him for about four years, that crush wiggled right back to the surface, because he was still, the most handsome man guy I'd ever seen. How he was still single, was beyond me. Maybe he just enjoyed the bachelor life too much, I don't know. But the way my stomach fluttered and I got full body shivers, when I found him looking right at me. I think I smiled like a fricken lunatic as I'd waved at him.  Cooper is six foot three, dark , dark brown hair it's almost black, and the most absolutely dreamy light green eyes, with thick dark lashes, and his facial hair was still the same it was last time I saw him, a full beard with mustache, except now it was less like stubble, and a bit thicker, but still short. 

I close my lap top and pack it up , and he stands. Saying goodbye to one of the other players that hung behind with him. 

"Hey." He says and I lift my head as I finish zipping my laptop bag. I smile at him. 

"Hey Cooper" I say and then stop what I'm doing.

"Sorry about...the uh...the guys...they can be pretty um.." he says as he lifts his hand and scratches the back of his head and I laugh. 

"Yeah. It's okay. It's a team of hockey players, I promise I can handle it. I DO have a brother after all, Im used to it." I say and he sighs and lowers his hand and nods.

"YEah, right." He says and gives a small smile. 

"It's good to see you again." he says and I smile, trying to ignore the inappropriate crush I have on this man. I worked with him now, I couldnt have a crush on him. He's just...really hot. I can't help it. 

"Yeah, you too. I know Jack misses playing with you guys. But dont say I said that." I whisper and he smiles. 

"Yeah, I miss that fuc...i miss him too." he says, cutting himself off and I laugh. 

"You can swear around me Cooper. I'm twenty now...not ten." I laugh. 

"But you're a woman." He says.

I cock my brow. "Yeah. Women swear too Cooper." I laugh. 

"Doesnt seem right, I mean, you, you can swear all you want, im not telling you what to do, but i dont think it's okay for me to...uh around you." he says and I cock my head. 

"Well I promise not to be offended if it slips now and then." I smile with a little laugh and then grab the rest of my things. 

"Want me to walk you out?" He asks and I lift my head. I smile again. 

"Would you?" I ask. 

He nods. 

"Yeah, thanks. I just have to pack up a few more things." I say. 

"Take your time." He says and I nod, and try to focus, even if my task if simple. Just pack your shit up Josie. Yet my hands fumble the pens on the desk as I go to shove them into my laptop bag. Normally I would put things away neat in their own assigned spots, but I cant even think as he stands there waiting for me. 

A minute later we're walking out of the stadium and into the lot. A few other players are still hanging around talking and shooting shit. 

"Night Josie!" one of them yells, another shoots up their hand. "Goodnight Josie Jensen!" the second says and I laugh, waving. 

"Goodnight!" I call back to Kyle Horowitz and Adam Finn. 

I hear Cooper grumble and turn my head. 

"What?" I laugh. 

"They're clowns." he says. I laugh. 

"They're not that bad Cooper." I say and he just keeps walking beside me and gives a little huff. 

"They're little shitheads." He grumbles and I laugh. 

"This is me." I point to my to my red Honda. 

"Don't look at her like that." I say when he jerks his head at my beat up honda.

"I ...wasnt ..sorry, why hasnt Jack bought you a new car yet?" He asks and I laugh.

"I dont need a new car. This one works just fine. " I say as we walk closer.

"Is it safe though?" He asks, and looks at it. 

"She's just a little rusty, don't be mean." I laugh as I look at my car. 

"I'm not, I swear I'm not trying to be rude. But...you should be driving something safer than this. " He says and his immense sudden concern for my safety and the safety of my vehicle , is really turning me on. Having Cooper Callahan, notoriously grumpy Dunpark Penguin Captain, worried about little ole me?

"I promise it's safe." I say and he shakes his head and I laugh, and nudge hi with my elbow. 

"Quit giving her that mean mug Callahan, save it for the ice." I laugh. He looks at me. 

"I dont have a mean mug. Why does everyone say that?" He says, brows furrowing and I smile, laughing as his brows make him look ten times more grumpy when they furrow. 

"It's not a bad thing." I say. "It's ho..." I pause. His one brow now raised. 

"It's how...." I say, saving myself. "It's how um..." I say. I shake my head and laugh nervously. 

"People like it." I say. "It gives you character." 

"Do you like it?" He asks and I look back to him, my mouth parted and I just blink up at him. 

"I...don't mind it." I exhale. 

"hmm." He says , his eyes go to my lips for a moment, then to my eyes, and then  looks back at my car. 

"I'm telling Jack to get you a new car." he says and I exhale again, not realizing I had been breathing as he hummed and looked over my face like he wanted to do more than just look at it. But, im clearly imagining that. I laugh, grateful for him not hanging onto the grumpy face conversation and going back to my car instead. Because the grumpy face...HIS grumpy face...yeah...it did things to woman. It did things to teenge Josie too. That's why she had a secret notebook, with pictures of that growling face behind his mask and on the bench , plastered through the pages with little red hearts and poorly drawn penguins on each page. Teenage Josie was obsessed with three things. Taylor Swift. Harry Styles. And Cooper Callahan. And at twenty years old, I guess nothing has changed.