Page 3 of Dirty Player

Beaux beat me to it. “Don’t be a fucking asshole right now, Powell. Save your shit talk for the locker room.”

Oliver ignored the threat and kept his eyes focused on me, his gaze sweeping down my body in a leering but appreciative graze. “Wanna share? Some of these women like it. You’ll see. Now that you’re on the field and not warming the bench, you’ll snap your fingers and get whatever you want.”

Beaux leaned into him, his hand dropping from my neck. He twisted his head at the last second and whatever he whispered in Powell’s ear was unheard and unseen.

As he spoke, Powell’s face went blank. When Beaux stepped back, fire shot from his dark blue eyes.

I grinned and waved my fingers.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to comment about my brother and me. With different fathers, we looked nothing alike. I got all my mom’s features—short and curvy and all dark, from my long, chocolate brown hair and brown eyes to my olive skin. Beaux was some perfect genetic mutant with his height and build, and was the light to my dark. Shaggy blond hair he kept longer on top and trimmed short on the sides, fair skin that burned before it tanned. For anyone who didn’t know us, we were nothing alike.

We were also not only best friends, but the only family we had, and that made us close. We touched a lot and hugged, and that was often misconstrued.

This wasn’t the first time I had been mistaken for a woman wanting in his pants.

I tilted my head to the side and dug out a receipt from my purse.

“Can I get your autograph?” I smiled sweetly at Powell.

One side of his lips twisted up.

“Don’t fucking think about it,” Beaux said to Oliver as he reached for my pen, his voice still that deep and uncommon growl. “Walk away and save your shit and hazing for me for some other time.”

Powell grunted, staring at my pen and paper before his eyes zoned in my breasts.

He was an asshole.

He was also beautiful.

The way he licked his lips while he stared at my body, his look said he totally knew what was going on beneath the fabric of my thin tank.

My nipples pebbled and hardened from his intensity, and when he swept his eyes back to my face, the heat in them had nothing to do with the sun at his back.

“See you later, I’m sure.”

Beaux shoved his shoulder while I watched Oliver Powell walk away. The view from the back was as good, if not better, than the front. I wasn’t the only woman watching him, either. Shouts and calls echoed in the air as women cried for him to come back to the fence, to sign more breasts and skin. But he sauntered away, nonchalant and unhurried, acting like he hadn’t just broken his contract.

I figured he made enough millions that he preferred to pay his fines versus doing shit he didn’t want to do. What’s a ten-thousand-dollar fine for refusing to sign at training camp on fan appreciation day when you make fifteen million dollars a year, plus endorsements?

“Ah, fuck,” Beaux moaned, pulling my attention back to him. “Don’t fall for him. And please don’t fuck him.”

I snorted, unable to help myself. Being recently fucked over by a fiancé didn’t exactly have me wanting to jump in the sack with anyone.

“What’d you say to him?”

Beaux’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Enough that he’ll leave you alone.”

“Did you tell him?”

“Fuck, no. If he knows you’re my sister he won’t leave you alone. I saw the way he looked at you.”

“Really?” I couldn’t help the appreciative tingle that flooded my veins. This was Oliver Powell. I mean, yeah, he was a dick…but I also bet he had a great one. He had new women around him all the time. Beautiful women. Women way out of my league.

Beaux groaned again and pushed me down the line. “Wait for me in the lot after I’m done here. Got something I want to show you. And stay the hell away from Powell. He’s everything we knew he’d be like, but worse.”

My face scrunched up. Not from the dismissal, but from the warning. The awareness.

Beaux had basically just told me that Powell was being a gigantic asshole to my baby brother. I should have been incensed on his behalf. The problem was I couldn’t erase the way his hazel eyes had frozen on my assets…and lingered longer than necessary.

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