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I focus in on a head of damp, dark-brown hair before my gaze lowers to a set of broad shoulders. My eyeballs are drawn downward to a drool-worthy set of abs and then I start to inwardly battle with myself.
Look lower.
No! I’m here in a professional capacity.
When the universe presents you an opportunity to check out a hot man’s goods, you take it.
But it’s not only that he’s hot, because I’m not interested in looking at the rest of the players’ “goods” at all.
Hurry up and look while you can.
I feel like a creeper.
If the situation were reversed, he’d be looking.
He absolutely would be. And it’s that thought that spurs my eyes into motion. Inch by glorious inch, they move down his golden skin until I see a generous bulge filling out the area between his powerful thighs. The tight fit of his compression shorts can’t hide what he’s packing. His thumbs dip inside the waistband, and a wave of heat assails me.Is he going to remove them?I’m flushed and weak-kneed as I wait to see. A few more seconds pass and he still doesn’t make a move to push them down. My eyes sweep upward to his face, where I find his gaze locked on me and an amused smirk twisting his lips. Dropping my chin to my chest, I stare at the new pair of red Chucks Ipurchased last week. With the way my cheeks are burning up, I bet they match them.
“Fancy meeting you here, Fall,” Rogan says, and my head snaps back up. He’s standing in front of me and his smirk is still present.
I roll my eyes. “Still not letting that go, huh?”
“It’s a great nickname.”
“Says you.”
“What’s with the horrible shirt?” he asks.
I glance down at my Silverbacks jersey. “What’s wrong with it?”
“The name and number are all wrong.”
I’m wearing a Moore jersey that Scarlett bought me just to piss Brett off. “How do you figure?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“It has the wrong name on it.”
“Really? So what would be the right one?”
He grins. “O’Rourke, of course.”
I roll my eyes and give a quick shrug of my shoulders. “Well, this is the only one I have.”
“That’s a shame. So, did you enjoy the game?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“What are you doing after you leave here?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“I’m having some of the guys over to my house. I’ve got some burgers and dogs to grill, and we can hang out on the beach.”
“Have fun,” I say.
“I think you misunderstood. I was inviting you.”
“Oh.”
“You can bring Scarlett, too, if that will make you more comfortable.”
