On Thin Ice (Jelena)

Chapter 3

Even though he has a terrible headache and his eyes feel heavy, Justin is still able to check out the girl sitting at the long table. His teeth lightly scrape at his bottom lip while his eyes scan over her face - her red lips not smiling or flirting back at him, her eyes avoiding his predatory gaze. He pushes his sunglasses back up and chuckles in amusement to himself.

She doesn't answer, which he will later tell her is rude for a girl as pretty as her to do to a young hotshot like him.

He'll also have to consider forgiving her for not knowing who he is, and make sure she remembers and never forgets.

"Why don't you have a seat, Justin?" A woman offers to him.

He's still extremely confused as to why he's at some management's office and having to meet with all these people, and the girl who he'd definitely have a one-night stand with if they ever met in a club. He can't lie about how sexy she looks and if he has the time he'll try to charm her into hooking up later.

As much as he shouldn't be focusing on charming this mystery girl, he may as well sit down and listen to whatever they have to say. This morning one of the members of the team's publicists woke him up and forced him to get dressed so they could be here. Now, Justin's not in the mood to be here because he's exhausted and hungover from having quite a few celebratory drinks and shots. He's also doesn't feel like being here because this probably has more to do with his attitude than his talents as a hockey player. Hearing how he needs to be more mature is tireless and a waste of time for everyone.

Justin decides to take a seat next to the girl. As he pulls the chair out from under the table a sly smile spreads across his lips. Once he's seated he leans over towards her, pausing slightly when he can smell her perfume. It's not too strong but he is able to note that it has a slight sweet scent to it.

"I happen to be Justin Bieber. I play for the LA Kings and I'm quite a big deal. Maybe after this we can spend some time together. You know, get to know each other more privately." His tone is suggestive, one that he knows works very well on girls.

Her face immediately turns into a scowl, a hushed huff coming from her lips as she moves away. Justin's not offended. He quite likes the fact she's not being too easy and the way he seems to rile her up only builds on his cockiness to get her under the sheets.

"Pay attention, Justin." His publicist commands him. He's sitting a coupe seats away from Justin.

With a sigh, Justin slouches and leans back in the chair. "So, what is this about? Some kind of brand deal or sponsorship you want to make with me?" He wouldn't mind the extra money and free stuff.

A woman with her hair tied back in a tight bun shakes her head. "Not exactly." There's a folder in her hands and she sets it down onto the table.

Justin can't help but roll his eyes in this moment because he feels like he's back in his high school's principal's office, who is about to show him his bad personal record. Whatever this is, he feels a bit tricked by his management team that he's here.

One question still remains: who's the girl and why is she here with him? Maybe she's some sort of model they want him to do a photo shoot with - which he never would have expected since magazines never want to do cover features with him. If this is the case, then he can easily charm this girl into sleeping with him.

"Okay. Then what is it?" It's the first time that the young woman speaks and it's not as cold as her icy glare she shared with him moments ago.