Page 77 of A Quarterback for Christmas

But I do nothing. Too chicken shit to admit my feelings when I know he’d gladly shout it from the rooftops if I gave him the go-ahead, but I won’t.

“I’m sure I can find someone to help you with that,” Drew replies smoothly. “My buddy Reese is looking for someone to help with his form.” Even when Drew’s rejecting a girl, he sounds hot.

A warm hand rests on my back, and it’s too big to be Caroline’s. “Bella”

His voice and the way he says my name does something to my body. It doesn’t matter what Drew does, I will always find him alarmingly attractive, and I’m not sure what that says about me.

Rolling my forehead off the machine, I give Drew a lazy smile, mainly because I’m worried that if I look at him with my full attention, I might do something unprecedented, like kiss the crap out of him, claiming him in front of everyone.

He tracks my face, checking for injury in all the wrong places, but I let him believe I’m hurt because I want his eyes only on me.

“I’m good.” A smile plays on Drew’s lips, and his brown eyes sparkle with mischief that I’m certain has something to do with how he had me on all-fours on the bench press this morning. He ate me out like I was an all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet and screwed me from behind. Drew’s an insatiable animal when it comes to sex, and I’m here for it. I’m just having a hard time admitting that I’m here for everything else too, and I don’t know why. I figure it has something to do with having to tell my dad that we’re dating which seems like a huge obstacle for me, because I’m concerned he’ll ban Drew from dating me.

“I told you. She’s good.” Caroline interrupts our moment and my naughty thoughts. I wonder how angry my dad would be if I fired her. She’s a good physio, and I guess my leg is progressing well, but can I handle not throttling her in the throat every time she gives Drew that demure smile? No, but I still can’t fire her because my dad would want an explanation, and telling him that I’m screwing the quarterback that she likes to flirt with isn’t a viable answer.

Drew glances over my shoulder and smiles. “Great. Well, if you need my help, Bella, I’ll be over on the leg press.” He emphasizes the last two words with a wink. Did Caroline see that? I hope not because I know he’s referring to how I rode him while he used that machine the other day.

Drew removes his hand from the small of my back, dragging it across my arm before walking back to a group of his teammates that I didn’t notice he walked in with.

“How the hell did you get Drew McCallister to look at you like that?” Caroline can’t hide the disappointment in her voice as she watches him walk away. I don’t blame her. His ass looks amazing in those shorts and pretty much anything else.

I answer with a mumble and the tiniest quirk of a smile on my lips because telling her anything other than the truth would be inappropriate, but I’m not about to expose our relationship to the whole campus.

Not just yet, at least.

“Can you keep going?” She looks down at her clipboard and then back to me. “We’ve got another ten minutes of this session, but if I need to go and work out some kinks in your leg, I’d rather do that.”

“I can certainly try to keep going.” Clutching the edges of the screen, I stretch my back out, refusing to let a little trip get the better of me. After all, Drew’s in the room, and I want to show him how far I’ve come.

Caroline turns the treadmill back on at a pace slower than a sloth, but I don’t protest because it gives me time to watch Drew in the mirror. I can’t keep my eyes off him when he bends his legs.

“I’m going to turn it up a little bit.” I barely acknowledge Caroline because I’m too caught up in the rippling of Drew’s thigh muscles.

I move my feet faster and turn back to Caroline. “That’s a little higher than usual, isn’t it?”

She smiles sweetly, masking her sadomasochism. “I’m just giving you what you asked for.”

Sweat starts to coat my brow, and just as I’m about to concede and ask her to slow down, my eyes connect with Drew’s in the mirror.

What the hell is she doing?

Brianna hovers over Drew, pushing her boobs in his face, and laughing as though he’s the funniest person in the world. He’s not that funny. She drops her chin, throwing a sexy smirk his way before slapping his chest with her fingers. My eye twitches to the point that I find it hard to see.

“Is that okay?” Caroline asks.

Brianna is leaning against the leg press machine, watching Drew. He’s told me he’s stopped calling her, so why’s she so persistent?

Then without warning, she grabs onto his thigh, and starts massaging it while he sits on the machine.

I can’t take it anymore. Does everyone and their mother want this guy? He brushes her hand off, but the move alone is enough to tick me off. I need to make sure Drew knows exactly who he’s with.

“You know what, my foot is actually hurting after all that. I think I might need to finish this session early.” I speak the words as though Drew can hear me and knows the plan that’s slowly brewing in my head.

“Of course. Make sure you ice your foot at least three times today.” Caroline’s back to her professional self, and I wonder if it’s because she’s also watching Brianna flirt with Drew and getting just as annoyed.

Sauntering out of the gym, I make sure Drew is watching me and add extra sass to my step, which probably makes me look more injured than hot, but at least it gets his attention. Before turning the corner, I give him a subtle wink, hinting that I want him to follow me.

I flick my hair over my shoulder, pushing my naked breasts out as I sit on the workout bench. My nipples tighten at the thrill of how dangerous this all is. The idea of sitting in the football team’s private weight room in nothing but a thong should have put me off entirely, but it only got me more excited. Bet my dad wasn’t expecting me to use the spare key he gave me for this.

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