Win Big: A Bad Boy Sports Romance - Plot & Excerpts
Was. Exasperated. That session with Evan was wrong on every imaginable level. He was incorrigible. I was not much better. Why did I stand there and let that happen? From the second I picked up my things and made to leave, I should have bolted. Instead, I froze like a deer in the headlights, captivated by the way the afternoon light cast shadows across his face and brightened the flecks of gold in his eyes. Dammit, he had a horrendous reputation, but that didn’t stop me from staring into them. That scandalous way he gazed down my body and then back up again should have been appalling to me, but God, it was not. I tried to remember he had probably perfected this predatory charm that oozed out of his skin, because when I’d moved past him to leave, it took a hold of me. He didn’t have to touch me to rope me in. All that heat and God knows whatever else radiated from his body and into mine, until I was burning up with a fire that spread outward from my core and bloomed through every part of me.
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