Hard Tackle: A Bad Boy Sports Romance - Plot & Excerpts
The staff room out back was far too hot and stuffy to study in, so I had to come out here with everyone else. Except there was only one seat free, and three guesses who was sitting at that table. Ellie had let me serve George thinking she was doing me a favor. If the job involved just looking at him then I would have been grateful. Unfortunately, when he spoke, his words drove me crazy. And not in a good way. He had the posh English accent most Americans assumed everyone here spoke with, but while he sounded charming as hell, his words made him sound like an arrogant douchebag. If I’d wanted one of them I would have stayed in America. Even by student standards, he looked roughly kept and disheveled, but damn he could pull it off. He had serious bed head, and the bags under his eyes suggested he hadn’t gotten much sleep, but somehow that look suited him. The lack of sleep could no doubt be traced back to a female student who lived on campus.
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