Page 1 of Personal Foul

Prologue

Breaking news! Star offensive lineman Garrett “Tank” Stone has been traded from New England to the Seattle Football Organization. Details of the trade are still surfacing, but it makes the public wonder why?

In a previous interview,Stone has said this:

“I can’t imagine playing for any other team. The Patriots are more than a job. They are my family. My career was born here and it will die here. Patriots for life.”

With the turn of events,the public is left to speculate. Is there strife within the team? Does it have anything to do with the career-ending injury of their star quarterback, Alonzo Sanchez, from last season? Or did he make the request on his own?

Stay tuned.We will bring you the updates live.

Chapter 1

Week 1

Reagan

“Shit.” I jump out of my chair, brushing off my skirt.

As if today can’t get any worse.

Walking through the door this morning, I thought it was another day at work. I was wrong. Seems even though I’m the director of college recruiting, I was assigned to greet our newest transfer.

Garrett “Tank” Stone.

My body shivers at the thought of his name. I drew the short straw and was chosen as his welcoming committee because we went to the same college. Who cares that we barely talked and when we did, it was only so he could hit on me.

If the tabloids hold any truth, which they usually don’t, his playboy ways have only escalated throughout the years. Drinking and partying it up. No drugs, of course, or at least I’ve never seen them mentioned.

So now I get to greet this sleezeball and act like I’m happy he’s here.

Not to mention the fact that I now have to greet him with a coffee-stained skirt.

Maybe I have time to run down to the boutique close by and get a change of clothes,I muse to myself.

A knock on my door squashes that idea.

My boss, Mr. Grant, opens the door, sticking his head in. “He’s here.”

Nodding, I smooth down my skirt before making my way to the elevator to wait.

Mr. Grant also stands by, waiting.

When the doors open, I’m taken aback. Garrett was always attractive, but he’s downright sexy now. Dark hair, hazel eyes with gold flecks. Cheekbones that could cut glass and not one but two full sleeves of tattoos on his tan skin. Everything about him screams sex. Even the scar through his eyebrow is sexy. The slight smirk on his face tells me he knows it too.

Same old Garrett.

Stepping forward, Mr. Grant reaches his hand out to shake Garrett’s.

“Welcome to your new home. We are happy to have you. Reagan will give you a tour and go over your paperwork with you. There is a team get-together tonight at Red Mill Burgers, I expect to see you there.”

Garrett nods once. “Thank you for having me. I’ll be there.”

“Great. You’re in excellent hands with Reagan.” Mr. Grant turns to leave.

Garrett turns his attention on me. “Hello, Dove.”

I roll my eyes. I get this sort of attention all the time. Being one of the few female employees supporting a huge football team comes with its downfalls. One of them being that this is a good ol’ boy’s club. Women are there for their pretty faces and not much else.

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