The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback
hel
e!" a voi
shoulder at the stout man wi
ing heavy in the air. His companion is close be
bt, and these particular co
I glanced over my shoulder again, I pushed the d
at hand. But his concentration shatters as I burst through the
is voice a mixture of a
eg quietly. "
res, his tone firm as he turns away from me,
d, voices sound fro
is way!" one of the
ands close to me, his breath hot on my neck. Now is probably a horrible time to realize how alarming
as I reach and
he realizes what I did. "You just
a withering glare. "Pervert," I accuse,
pervert? You burst i
heavy footsteps of the debt collector. My heart hammers against my chest as I hear his boots walk acro
r before he calls out, "Hey, unless it isn
lets out a cough. "
and we hear the bath
I let out a relieved sigh. The man
eases, stepping closer with
im a pointed look before slipping out of the stall and disappearing into th
week
sh
ive by others still exiting the stadium. I honk my horn t
ing the score to 27-21. It was a challenging game, but we persevered. However, as happy as I am to start
parking lot. "I don't even like country." I can hear t
shr
sphere when I walk in is pretty different than the
antime, Mark's been looking to have some fun. We've been running drills for weeks, practicing until our feet
e bar, mostly unoccupie
per-hot," Mark tells me, loo
"I thought you didn'
t," he
re what he wa
wrong with you?" Mark
understand the pressure I'm under, even without last year's Stadium
tart screaming as loud as possible. Do you want that? Y
down, that's
counting on his
snap, growling. "It's abo
at's that got to
blind? What team d
he asks, clearly
en, my brother's team. Doe
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to what AJ was
were to understand me right now, it'd b
ter all, it's all anyone can talk about. 'Which Slater son will become the
, and I'm going
like an ounce of compassion?
der than you are. Why wor
all-obsessed kid could ask for, and I've
et again! I mean, how many times do you have to win before you realize there's no competition? You've been on the team
ess, ordering the two of us beers. She smiles, tucking some of
ike she's a fa
shoulder. "Seriously
beers. "Here, we'll start a tab. And make
credit card, and I can't help but roll my
to see the entire honky-tonk is now packed with people. They
s popular, or rather, was hot, and
It's dragging me towards the stage, and her voice-angelic,
r Slater!" I hea
turn to me. Their eyes grow wide, and th
et an au
ver here,
e you,
, great gam
freak out when she s
, her eyes shining as she sings to the crowd, her heart into her entire performance. I've never heard so
rude and ruin someone's night by not saying hi to everyone. But the woman...she's so far, an
h her, I start pushing some people out of my way, determined to get close to
s the inside of my chest grow warm, and my
auty finishing up the final words of the song she's been performing. She
age, jostling me around so quickly that the wind knocks me out. I'm not a small man by any means, but the crowd was so unexpe
one. I frantically search the room, looking for her glossy red hair, shining eye
's