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We'll just have to see how ets up to, won't we?

It's the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Football Player in this installment from Mona Cox Guaranteed to be sweet, sassy, and fun No cheating or cliffhangers Happy Ending? Always, babe

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“Ohfuriously, pointing at one of the guys on the field I placeto see theto

“Which one? There are hot guys everywhere, Chris,” I tell her, and it’s the truth I don’t knohat it is about football players, but they just look so hot and indecent The kind of men you don’t want to tell your mom aboutbut exactly the kind of h your bedroom

To be honest, I’ football fan; Christine is When I look down at the field, I barely have any idea what’s happening All I see are hotinto each other, their cordedon impact, and that’s just fine with me

“Look!” Christine punchesto look down atfrantically at one of the ht on the 50-yard line That’s right, we’re this close to the action, right behind the platoon of photographers snapping photos of these hot pieces of—ahem, of the players Ashley hooked us up with tickets, just one of the perks of having a man who’s a billionaire

“Oh, I see hi to—Danny Manning, the New York Nailers quarterback You’ve heard of hio, and now he’s on the fast track to earning his tea in like ten years, which totallyhe’s the hottest piece of ass in the league

“God, just look at that…” Christine trails off, finally sitting down Her , and I don’t even want to think about the kin

d of stuff she’s probably iht now Not that I can bla on inside le

“Uh-uh, Chris, stop it You already have Professor Hung just for yourself, leave a few men on the table, will you?”

“Looking isn’t sinning, that’s what s, and I know she means it She turned into a hopeless ro Anders Trask, her for to the ‘ru Christine on to tell us all the dirty details), he’s also huge; I don’t have to explain that last one, do I?

“I don’t know about yourwith Danny…” Ias I watch him position himself behind the offensive line He has just instructed his team on some play, and now he's trotted to his position, his hands on his knees as he bends over