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He did, and he had a fantastic career there, as well. I keep that bit of knowledge to myself. Yes, I may have been stalking him for his hotness for a very long time, but I do love to watch him play. Mostly I enjoy watching his ass in those tight pants but that is neither here nor there.

“Then, it was time for the draft. I was thrilled when Tennessee drafted me. It kept me close to home, and it was my dream to play for them.”

And he has been killing it ever since. He’s the best quarterback in the league. I know he has worked hard to get where he is. Nothing was handed to him. Well, nothing football related.

“Now, what about you? Tell me about yourself.”

God, what are my accomplishments? Sure, I own a business, and don’t get me wrong, I am proud of that. But outside of that, the most impressive things about me are my signed paperback library and I can fit my fist in my mouth. Maybe I should pull that old bar trick out of the bag. It did earn me a lot of dates in my college years.

I smile and reach for my glass. After taking a sip, I point my drink at him. He almost got me talking with that move, but then I remembered I can’t.

“Still me, then?” He chuckles, but his eyes burn into me. “Is everything good? Do you need anything?”

Yes. You naked, dancing on this table. Magic Atticus.

Suddenly, a vision of him hopping up on this tiny table and giving me a strip tease pops into my mind. I bite back the smile at the absurdity of it—his big body undulating and gyrating to the beat. I’m not entirely sure why I’m picturing him dancing to “Yankee Doodle Dandy,” but here we are.

I could be down.

I shake my head to answer his question but mostly to clear the visions of him naked from my mind.

Yankee Doodle Dandy, indeed.

THIRTEEN

Atticus

“Is everything good? Do you need anything?” I watch this goddess among men devour her tacos without a care in the fucking world. Fuck, she’s stunning. She doesn’t give a shit about trying to impress me by playing the part of a salad eater.

That moan earlier,damn, almost made me come in my pants.

The lace mask she’s wearing adds just a hint of mystery and sexiness to what is already a complete package. Intelligent, funny, beautiful, fucking charming. I could go on and on about her.

I reach under the table, discretely adjusting myself because my dick and I are on the same page. Her scent of brown sugar and spices has me rock hard. I had to fight the urge to dispense with this dinner and strip her out of that sexy-ass dress when she wrapped her arm around me as I walked her to her seat. She felt so good pressed against me.

There’s time for that. But first, I need to figure out if I should let her know that I know who she is or keep playing this game with her. She is all in on it, though. That’s for sure. I almost pissed my pants when she came off with that ridiculous pirate accent.

I genuinely haven’t laughed that hard in a while. Between practices and my games—not to mention Annie and the entirety of her betrayal—I needed this—a moment to let go and just enjoy.

Evelyn definitely makes things enjoyable.

FOURTEEN

Evelyn

I stare out across the city that I call home. The lights dance against the darkness, and in the distance, the river walk glows warmly. The view from here is unreal. It eases a bit of my earlier saltiness before this meet-up about Atticus and his woman-juggling ways. Really, how can I be mad? It’s not like he’s my boyfriend.

“You forgot your drink.” Atticus runs his fingers down my arm, and I turn my head to watch the path they blaze across my skin. A million sparks seem to flow from him into me, and suddenly, that glass of wine is the last damn thing I want.

I wrap my arm around his neck and push up onto my tiptoes. For me, this moment has been months in the making. I can’t wait or wonder one more second what having his mouth on mine might feel like.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his hooded gaze locking onto my lips.

“Making my move,” I whisper, slowly leaning in.

“I love it when a woman takes what she wants.” His voice grows darker, deeper, manly as hell with his whispered words.

Me, too.