Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“So. How long have you and Stewy been broken up?”
“I don’t know, seven months? It’s been a while.” She side-eyes me, squinting. “Why do you sound jealous?”
“Pfft. What? Me? Jealous? Please.” I pick an imaginary piece of lint off my hoodie.
I’m not jealous of some nerd named Stuart and never will be.
Stuart, who was with her for a year and a half but probably wore sweater-vests, loafers, and khakis. On the other hand, he did get to fuck her.
On the other hand, his name is Stuart.
“I’ve never been jealous of anyone in my whole goddamn life!” I protest.
If you don’t count Bryan Oostburg, who won the Heisman Trophy right out from under my nose after I was outvoted. I totally should have won. Also jealous of Tony Fields, one of my teammates, who is a triple threat: he bakes, he cooks—and he’s a great fucking lineman.
Damn him for being amazing.
“To be honest I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with you now that I know who you really are,” Harlow says genuinely. “Seriously. What do we do?”
“We could try going out in public? Get a feel for the city, have a bite to eat? Maybe go for pizza? I can stick around and do dinner with you tonight and fly out after my meeting tomorrow?”
“You want to stay with me the rest of the day?”
“Strictly for the food,” I tease.
Harlow grins. “I’ll think about it.”
“What is there to think about?” Big Steve butts in, waving around his spatula as if it were a magic wand that would cause Harlow to give in to every little request I made.
It really is a pain in the ass having him hovering over us.
“No, no. I’ll go back to the house my agent rented.” I grin, laying on the Landon Burke charm. My teeth practically sparkle in her direction.
“You have a rental house?” Her laugh is a nervous one. “That works.”
So she wants me to go back to my rental house?
Uh, excuse me, but I cannot help feeling a tad affronted. I’m pretty much the best catch in the nation! Just ask me! Ask the press!
“What if we went out for a bite to eat and took it from there?”
Harlow looks skeptical. “You want to go out in public and be seen. Then everyone will know where you are.”
“Everyone already knows where he is. The second his plane landed, it was on the news,” her dad chimes in.
“See?” My eyes are twinkling.
“It’ll be good for us to get out. It’ll give you a taste of what it’s like.” I laugh it off as a joke even though it’s not. “New York wasn’t terrible, this won’t be terrible.”
She nods slowly, acquiescing. “All right.” Another nod. “Okay, yes. I’ll go with the flow, and we’ll see how it goes. But no promises—this is a football town.”
“Yeah. I get that.”
She really has no idea who she’s talking to . . .
Andy: Bro. I just took Harlow on the most epic date.
Dex: Define “epic”.
Andy: We went to Applebee’s and had a blast.
Dex: You took her to Applebee’s? Stop it.
Andy: Yeah. Is that a problem?
Dex: Dude. Yes it’s a problem. You don’t take a woman there who you want to have sex with—you just don’t.
Andy: Why, I don’t get what the big deal is. They have like 24 wings for 10 bucks. That’s a steal.
Dex: Is that what you ordered?
Andy: No, I got pasta. But still, if I was a wings kind of guy, 10 bucks is a killer deal. Killer.
Dex: I’m judging you so hard right now, I would never take a woman there if I was trying to impress her.
Dex: Are you sure you Both had a blast and it wasn’t a solo situation? I feel like you can be tone-deaf . . .
Andy: I mean. I think she had a good time?? Okay I’ll admit she may have been a bit overwhelmed.
Dex: Or maybe she was Underwhelmed.
Andy: See that’s the beauty of it. I’m not trying to impress her! She already likes me.
Dex: Clearly you’re not trying to impress her. Dude, I’m so embarrassed for you. Jesus.
Andy: Ha ha
Dex: There is no ha ha. Not joking. It pains me to see how horrible your game off the field is. If the nation knew, they would lose their boners for you.
Andy: The nation can stay out of my business, I’m doing just fine on my own, fuck you very much.
Dex: Look at you being all clever . . .
Andy: Listen, man—she likes me for me. It’s fucking awesome. I mean, she was a little salty when she found out but . . .
Dex: Wait. So you told her? When? How? Did you tell her you were you, and not an average Joe?
Andy: Eh. More or less. I Showed her, and it went better than I expected.