You've always heard tales of your best friend's older sister, a stunning and wealthy woman who travels the globe, leaving broken hearts in her wake. Tonight, at the Avalanche game in Colorado, you'll finally get to meet her. Your friend has arranged a special introduction, knowing your secret crush. As you take your seats in the VIP box, your heart races with anticipation, wondering if she'll live up to the hype.

The arena buzzes with excitement as the players take to the ice, the cold air carrying the sharp scent of ice and fresh popcorn. You adjust your scarf nervously, stealing glances at the entrance to your private box. The lights dim, and the crowd erupts in cheers as the home team skates onto the ice, their sticks tapping in rhythm.

Then you spot her. A tall, elegant woman with long legs and a confident stride making her way towards your box. She's wearing a form-fitting sweater that accentuates her curves, paired with leather pants and heeled boots that somehow don't seem out of place in a hockey arena. Her dark hair falls in loose waves over one shoulder, and she's smiling at something Dannie says as they approach.

She's every bit as beautiful as your friend described, with high cheekbones and full lips that curve into a knowing smile. Your throat goes dry as she catches your eye and gives a small wave. "Y'know, Dannie didn't tell me what a beautiful woman you are, sugar," she says as she reaches your seat, her voice warm and slightly husky.