Page 40 of Dirty Player

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I grab my bag once the plane lands and try to keep my eyes on anything except Levi Montgomery. You’d think after almost seven weeks of beingfriends,I’d be immune to him.

I’m not.

If he smiles at me, I blush.

If he winks, my core clenches and I have to do all I can not to moan. Truly, I deserve an Academy Award for my act of being the ex-girlfriend least affected by the hottest ex-boyfriend.

I mean, he’s an NFL Player, so shoot me.

I’m human.

That said, there are over fifty of them in the team and not one—not one!—of them affects me the way Levi does.

Natalie asked me about it one day a few weeks after I started. Not long after, he drove me to my parents after Dad was in hospital.

Levi had popped his head around the corner. “Nat, I know you’re expecting me at four today, but I’m probably going to be ten minutes late. Sorry.”

She nodded, barely concerned. “Thanks for letting me know.”

It was only because he stayed in the doorway, his hand gripping the top of it like he was a sports model on a photoshoot—which he totally could be—that she glanced up.

And caught him winking at me. “You good Kaylee?”

“I’m always good, you know that, Levi.”

He walked away with a slow smile, and I shook my head as my entire body heat rose a million percent.

Ugh, he’s just so sexy.

“Is there something going on between you two?” Nat asked, watching me.

Shit.

I shook my head. “No. No. We dated in college. Ages ago. He just likes teasing me.”

Her look said she didn’t believe me, but I just stuck my nose back in my computer and then dove into the supply cupboard, claiming to do a stock take. Instead, I leaned against the wall, bit my lip and wished Levi was in there with me.

I was going insane thinking about all the naughty things he could do to me. If only we weren’t just friends.

I did like that things were back on neutral ground again, though. He was the same happy, flirty Levi I’d met in college who made my heart flutter.

That was the problem.

How could I move on when my body and heart wanted the one man I couldn’t have?

When the players have disembarked, the rest of us follow and head toward the bus waiting to take us to our hotel.

This is their first away game of the season, and the excitement is rich in the air.

“Hey short stuff,” Gleeson, the center, says as I stride alongside him.

“Hey you,” I reply as he takes my bag, hoisting it on his shoulder.

One thing I will say about these guys is they are all giant gentlemen. Their mammas raised them right, that’s for sure.

“Thanks.” I smile and swap my purse for my other arm. “Excited for the game tomorrow?”

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