Game For Love: Gridiron Heartbreaker (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Gridiron Bad Boys Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

kitchen between herself and Blaine, she could understand the priority of fantastic sex versus being a Good Samaritan. Her head had buzzed, so had her skin, which was why she'd almost lost a finger. Now he was back out of her life and she could avoid soul-tempting seduction.
    She jolted straight at the knock on the window, and then a dimpled shit-eating grin accosted her view. Her heart jumped but her stomach dropped.
    “Need some help?” a voice asked, one that had left her panties damp.
    Help? Not from him. From Satan himself, yes, but not from Blaine. Instead of answering, she glanced around to see if anyone else could rescue her. There was a black SUV and Charlotte's car...well, outside of the cherry red Viper. She could guess who owned that pussy wagon.
    Alyssa glanced up at the second knock, this time it was followed with a low chuckle.
    “You are aware I can see through this glass, right?”
    “I know you can see me,” she muttered, already feeling the give inside her to take him home. “I'm hoping another option presents itself.”
    “What?” He put a hand up to his ear. “I can't hear you. The window is in my way.” He tapped on it, his smile wide.
    Her stomach and heart did that stupid flutter again. He was handsome and he knew it. Probably used his looks to get into trouble and out of it. She wasn't over men like him, because she'd never dated one who had the incredible bone structure to back up his oversized ego.
    She was taking a vacation from possible heart break. If there was ever a man who promised it with a smile, Blaine did.
    Alyssa tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. She wasn't the kind of woman who gave in to anyone who called her pretty or who groaned at the first taste of her food. Her attraction wasn't only for the easy smiles or the fact he would roll his sleeves up and get to work in a kitchen like it was a second home. There was just something about Blaine that was getting to her.
    The only other option would be to get him to go away. What made men like him run fast in the other direction?
    She smiled. Nothing made playas run faster than an open and available woman looking for commitment.
    Alyssa faced the window and glanced at him beneath her lashes. “Blaine, I do need your help. You're my hero.”
    His brows furrowed when she opened her door. He edged back, his gaze narrowing. “Your hero?” There was a thread of cautious acceptance in his tone.
    She nodded and offered up her keys. “Would you...take a look for me? I don't know what's wrong.”
    She stepped forward and closed her a hand around one of his impressive biceps then squeezed. A thrill ran up her spine and made her scalp tingle. His skin was tight and warm.
    It wasn't hard to add a little breathy note to her voice. “You’re so big and strong. I bet you know a lot about cars.”
    He blinked then laughed. “I know a little, but you tell me what happened?”
    She leaned into him. “Don't you want to check it yourself?”
    “Your word is good enough for me.”
    Oh. That was interesting...and she liked it. She toned down the coyness in her voice. “It's dead. No lights, not even a wheezing gasp when I turn on the ignition.”
    He nodded and she could see his thoughts flickering over his expression. “So do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?”
    A nervous energy buzzed along her skin. “What do you mean?”
    “Let me help you or...the hard way.”
    She dropped her hand from his skin. It was too warm and appealing to keep touching him. Soon she'd start petting him and there would be no turning back.
    “I want you to...” Then she remembered—open and available and marriage. “I want the easy way. The way where you sweep me off my feet.”
    He laughed again, his eyes bright with humor. “Okay, Alyssa.”
    Before she could truly understand what his tacit agreement meant, he bent slightly...and well, swept her off her feet. A little yelp escaped before a laugh followed.
    “To my carriage?” he