Dani
I just wanted to tell Hunter Kiss where he could shove the fancy phone he gave my little brother as an obvious bribe. Iâm sorry/not sorry I hit him in the nose with it, but sports agents who come sniffing around with dollar signs in their eyes have to get through me.
But now Iâm pinned between the wall and Hunterâs naked body, and Iâm the one sniffing his unbelievably hot, freshly showered skinâĻand trying to remember Iâm a strong woman who stands on her own two feet, not one of his peanut-butter-legged conquests.
Hunter
I make college football players into stars without having to bribe them, and Iâm pissed Dani Cross thinks otherwise. But anger isnât all she makes me feel. The pink-haired, pierced tattoo artist is so hot she makes me want to forget my own rule: one night per woman, no exceptions.
Only she doesnât trust me as far as she can throw me. (And trust me, that woman has an arm.) Sheâs been hurt, and itâll take more than smooth talking to make her forget the pain. But for the first time in my life, Iâm ready to lay it all on the tableâeven if closing the deal means offering my heart.