The Atlanta Arrows Series by S. Jones

One of the perks of being one of the best wide receivers in the league was having my pick of cleat chasers looking for a good time. Unfortunately, the only one to hold my attention was the feisty brunette who wanted nothing to do with me.Did I still try to flirt with her—you bet I did.Did she fall for my charms? That would be a hard no.Instead of laughing at my jokes, she pretended I didn't exist... moreOne of the perks of being one of the best wide receivers in the league was having my pick of cleat chasers looking for a good time. Unfortunately, the only one to hold my attention was the feisty brunette who wanted nothing to do with me.Did I still try to flirt with her—you bet I did.Did she fall for my charms? That would be a hard no.Instead of laughing at my jokes, she pretended I didn't exist.Until I tried to rescue her from a bad date, did she thank me? Of course not, but she did try to kiss me (at least, that was my version of the story). The girl was trouble with a capital T.She was also smart, gorgeous, and all wrong for me—just ask her brother.My best friend.Dating her would be a terrible idea, but then again, I was famous for making bad decisions.So, when her car broke down, and I came to her rescue, I offered up a way she could pay me back—one dinner! That's all I needed to prove I wasn't just a player.I should have put a stop to things right then and there. Because now she wasn't just under my skin, but under my sheets too.Until I messed up—big time, and now I have to prove to her that I deserved a second chance, because I refused to accept that it was game over.I knew the rules, I knew the stakes, and I was playing for keeps. less