Scoring the Player Excerpt

“You should go back out there and ask him to give you a tour of his bedroom.”

“No way. I always freeze up around him.”

Her head bobs in agreement. “Good point. We better get you a couple shots first.”

Laughing lightly, I shake my head. “There is not enough alcohol in the world.”

“Why not? You’re gorgeous—inside and out. He would be so lucky to make out with you.”

“Make out with Felix Walters?” A frantic giggle escapes. “Felix is in a completely different league. He makes genuinely hot girls look meh by comparison. Those arms and that hair.” I sigh.

She laughs again and it eggs me on.

“He just looks at me and I start sweating and my mind goes blank. He’s stupid hot. As in he makes me totally stupid. I lose brain cells every time he speaks to me. I would probably die of sensory overload if he kissed me. Or if I saw him shirtless. Forget about it.” I groan. “I’d like to lick every inch of his body and climb him like a freaking tree. Of course, I’d have to duct tape his mouth because when he says my name, ‘Dahlia,’” I mimic his deep voice, and then fan my face, “I’m two seconds away from orgasming.”

Jane bursts into hysterical laughter and I join her because it’s a funny thought. Me and Felix Walters? No freaking way.

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