Scoring the Player (Campus Wallflowers #3)

by Rebecca Jenshak

“Hey, asshole. That’s my girlfriend you’re making a pass at, and trust me, you’d be so lucky.”

“You really look great,” he says. “I kind of feel like I swallowed my tongue.” Even if he’s just messing with me to make me feel more comfortable, it works.

“It’s never going to be like it was before. Might want to think hard about that before you set her free. All I’m saying.”

You're so smart Jordan I knew I liked you for a reason

I feel bad about that, but I don’t think she’ll approve. I’m not even sure I approve,

MAKE HIM BEG!!!

“Be my girlfriend, hot stuff.” “What?” My hands still. “I want you to be my girlfriend. For real this time.” He sits up. “You’re right. Nothing about this feels casual. It never did. I want to be the guy taking you home, not the asshole sitting across the bar watching you with some other guy.”

I don’t just want to be the guy taking her home. I want to be the guy who watches her kick everyone’s ass at flip cup, the guy who makes her ramble and blush, and I want to look up from the field at every game to see her cheering me on (preferably in my jersey). I want her.

“You are a vile human. I might not look as good with him, but I know that what he needs isn’t someone who talks shit behind his back and sleeps with his teammates for attention. You don’t care about him. I don’t even think you ever took the time to get to know him. You couldn’t have and said the awful things you did. Felix is kind and funny. He’s considerate and dedicated and loyal. And he’s the best hype man. I feel sorry for you that all you saw was a hot, successful guy to stand next to, because he’s so much more than that.”

“I think the bad sex thing might be a you problem because he’s great in bed.”

I’ve got a diamond ring in my bag, and I need to somehow get permission to marry his daughter, while trying to remember how to swing a golf club.