I’m no waitress. I’ve never carried food or drinks through a restaurant in my life. Except when I was stealing to feed myself. But I’m not that person anymore.
Tonight, thanks to my crappy boss, I’m standing in front of Dylan Wild at the Super Bowl after-party, asking him if he needs a refill.
And just like a stereotypical professional athlete, he hits on me.
Sure, he’s the star quarterback. Sure, he’s hotter than hellfire and sin. And finally, a man who’s taller than me.
One wicked glance, and my whole body is screaming his name already.
But I’m not the kind of woman Dylan Wild wants, not if he knew who I used to be.
So I say no. And walk off, telling myself I’ll never see him again, anyway.
Tonight I’m the king of the sporting world. And I’m lonely as hell, because I can’t trust a soul.
Then a statuesque blonde lightning bolt with dark clouds in her eyes offers to get me a drink.
And I know right away I need her.
But I fumble my chance with her. And then she’s gone.
Until that same mix of stormy angel goddess turns up in the middle of the desert at our team function. Except now I know her name—Jasalie Gordon.
And Game On.
Jasalie’s guard is up, though—and I know when I’m about to get sacked. So I throw her a Hail Mary…be my honorary fake date to this weekend’s charity event. No sex, just business. Unless she decides she wants more.
I’ve got only three days to play the game of my life....