Fumbled Beginning - S. Jones

\nOne of the perks of being one of the best wide receivers in the league was having my pick of cleat chasers looking for a good time. Unfortunately, the only one to hold my attention was the feisty brunette who wanted nothing to do with me.\n \n \n\n \nDid I still try to flirt with her-you bet I did.\n \n \n\n \nDid she fall for my charms? That would be a hard no.\n \n \n\n \nInstead of laughing at my jokes, she pretended I didn't exist.\n \n \n\n \nUntil I tried to rescue her from a bad date, did she thank me? Of course not, but she did try to kiss me (at least, that was my version of the story). The girl was trouble with a capital T.\n \n \n\n \nShe was also smart, gorgeous, and all wrong for me-just ask her brother.\n \n \n\n \nMy best friend.\n \n \n\n \nDating her would be a terrible idea, but then again, I was famous for making bad decisions.\n \n \n\n \nSo, when her car broke down, and I came to her rescue, I offered up a way she could pay me back-one dinner! That's all I needed to prove I wasn't just a player.\n \n \n\n \nI should have put a stop to things right then and there. Because now she wasn't just under my skin, but under my sheets too.\n \n \n\n \nUntil I messed up-big time, and now I have to prove to her that I deserved a second chance, because I refused to accept that it was game over.\n \n \n\n \nI knew the rules, I knew the stakes, and I was playing for keeps.\n