Fantasy Boyfriend #2 (A Tattooed Bad Boy Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

said, her appreciative gaze passing over him as well as his teammates.
She glanced at Selena. "Are you sure he’s ogling Jessica?"
    She said it in such a tone that made me glance at her,
eyebrows raised.
    She laughed. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that,
Jessica, sorry! It's just that Selena and I've been sitting over here, trying
to catch their attention, any of them actually, and not one has so much as
glanced at us. What kind of vibes are you sending out lately?"
    "Vibes that say not interested," I admitted.
However, I did watch Number Fifteen for several moments, and then, much to my
dismay, suddenly realized that he had turned around and was smiling at me. I
resisted the urge to turn around to see if there was someone sitting behind me
that had captured the rugby player’s attention. Just to make sure, I
tentatively smiled, and then the guy gave me a thumbs up and a wink. A wink?
Who winked anymore these days? Obviously, this guy did.
    Suddenly, the girls started chattering softly among
themselves, and I glanced at them, wondering what they were up to.
"What?"
    "Don't look now, Jessica, but he's coming
over!"
    I turned back toward the field in dismay. I didn't see
Number Fifteen where he'd seen a moments before, standing in front of the bench
with the other players. We weren’t sitting too far up in the stands, maybe the
fifth row, but I doubted that he would have left his teammates to make his way
into the stands. Then, to my stunned amazement, I spotted the scarlet shirt
threading his way through the crowds milling around at the bottom of the
stands, and then making his way determinedly in our direction.
    "Oh my God, he's so cute!” Selena muttered.
    I didn't know what to do. I’d never been the focus of
such attention before, and for a second, wondered if I was going to be the
target of another ill-fated comment, especially if Number Fifteen quickly
making his way up through the stands happened to be heading toward someone
sitting behind us. What if he knew Luke? Was that what this was all about? Was
he going to say something? I tried to act nonchalant and pretend I didn't know
that he was approaching, while inside, all I wanted to do was stand up, run,
and dash away from the field. My eyes widened with dismay as I realized he was
standing in front of me. I stared. He was tall, probably just over six feet,
and his size blocked out the field right in front of me. He did have incredibly
broad shoulders, huge biceps, and his hands were huge, as well. For some insane
reason, I stupidly thought of a St. Bernard. They had huge paws. I shook my
head.
    "Hi," Number Fifteen said. "My name's
Greg, Greg Sanderson."
    He extended his hand. After a brief hesitation, I
extended my hand, only to find it enveloped within his huge grasp. Instead of
crushing my fingers, however, he gently shook my hand, as if realizing his own
strength and being very careful not to hurt me. I smiled nervously up at him.
"Jessica, Jessica Mallory."
    He grinned down at me and then gestured over his
shoulder. "I spotted you from down there and felt compelled to come up
here and introduce myself."
    He had an intriguing accent, Southern, but I couldn’t
place it. He shrugged, still grinning.
    "I know it's a little forward of me, and I run
the risk of being turned down flat, but I thought I'd come up and ask if you
would consider going out on a date."
    It came out more of a statement than a question. I
thought he was sweet and couldn't help but feel the tiniest thrill to be picked
out from a crowd. I glanced at my friends, who were taking turns looking up at
him and then back at me, their eyes and gestures urging me to accept. While I
certainly found his attention flattering that he had left his team to come up
and introduce itself to me, I still wasn't sure.
    "Come on," he urged. "Give the poor guy
a break, won't you?"
    I glanced up at him, surprised. Poor guy? He, like
Luke, was a handsome guy and could probably have his pick of any of the women
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