False Start (Red Zone Rivals, #5)

by Kandi Steiner

I arched a brow when I looked up at Kyle again, because we both knew me in this dress was not beautiful, nor impressive to him. I may or may not have done some social media stalking and googling before our meeting. For research purposes, of course. And in that research, I discovered the kind of woman who usually clung to Kyle’s arm at charity events, or grinded on him in crowded clubs. They were all the kind of gorgeous you found on covers of magazines, the ones you scrolled past on social media thinking there’s no way this woman is real. So, him saying I looked beautiful right now in this dress that could have been worn by my mother? Well, it felt more insulting than complimentary.