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reaching out a sweaty hand. He has sparkling green eyes and an accent that would get him laid thirty times over in any bar in the States.
    “Nice to meet you,” I yelp at him. He’s totally shirtless and it’s hard to not look at his physique. I stare determinedly over his right shoulder.
    “So you’re one of those nice American girls I always hear so much about.” He leans against the wall and grins at me. This must be some sort of record for me. Usually men look the other way when I walk down the street.
    “Um, yes,” I reply, not really knowing how to take this.
    “Maybe I can show you around sometime-“
    I’m saved by the doors opening and Ivan returning with the new player.
    The new player.
    Oh no.
    Ryan looks depressed, his arms filled with soccer balls and a pile of cones barely cinched between his fingers. He’s about to drop all of it when he turns to his right and sees me with Terence.
    His jaw drops and so do the balls.
    All of them.
    All over the floor.
    “Bloody hell,” he says, looking at me. Then he glances at Terence and his eyes go stony. “What are you doing here?”
    “I was the striker for this team until you showed up, you prat,” Terence says.
    Ryan shakes his head. “Not you, wanker. Her .”
    Ivan looks between the two of us. “You know each other?”
    “Oh yeah. Really, really bloody well,” Ryan says, his cocky grin from the night before returning to his face.
    Ivan shakes his head in confusion. “Alright, well, Ms. Childs is here writing a piece on the team. I told her she has total access to everything and everyone here so she can make her story the best it can be. I would tell you all to be on your best behavior, but I’m sure Ms. Childs is hoping for some sort of impropriety to titillate her American audience.” He laughs at his own joke.
    Ryan and I are still staring at each other. The space between my legs aches as I look at him, remembering all of the things he did to me last night down there.
    All. Of. The. Things.
    “Get the balls cleaned up,” Terence says to Ryan. They obviously don’t get along. “And put your dick back in your pants. Have you never seen a woman before? Up north where you come from only filled with guys?”
    Ryan flashes me one last grin and bends down to pick up the mess he made.
    “I’m going to be outside,” I say to no one in particular. Most of the team has stripped entirely naked already and I know Ryan will be all too eager to join them just to make me blush.
    “Where are you going, Hayley?” Ryan asks as he lines up the balls on the rack.
    “Outside,” I reply shortly, not stopping. But Ryan follows me.
    “Hey,” he says, grabbing my shoulder. “Not even going to say hello to an old friend?”
    “You’re not my friend,” I reply, more harshly than I mean to.
    He laughs. “Yeah, you think I’m all that excited about seeing a one night stand at my place of work ?”
    I bite my lip. “I think you should keep that information to yourself, actually.” I walk over to the metal bleachers and Ryan is still following me.
    “You going to put in how you fucked me in your piece? Because I really do love being a part of a good story. Especially if it’s about my cock.”
    I roll my eyes. “You weren’t really all that much to write home about.” I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Normally I avoid confrontation like the plague. But here I am, talking back to this impossibly handsome, gorgeous, muscular man.
    He laughs. “I like seeing you with a little bit of excitement in your voice, Hayley.”
    He says my name and it sounds like pure sex to me with his accent. I wasn’t lying the night before when I said I could listen to his accent all day long.
    “You should go get changed,” I say to him. “Before someone sees you out here-“
    Terence comes jogging up. “Not interrupting anything, am I?”
    Ryan grimaces. “Would it stop you if you were?”
    “Not really,” he retorts. “I thought, as the player who has been