Varsity Bad Boy Series

Book One Varsity Bad Boy: Chapter 3

Olivia

I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. I am standing at the front door of the football house.

The football house is much bigger than the little Cape Cod that I live in with my housemates. This house has an old plantation look to it. I know it has four bedrooms, but six football players live here.

“Get your resting b***h face on, darling, because it’s showtime,” Anthony whispers into my ear.

“Got it. Let’s do this,” I reply.

We walk into the football house, and there are people everywhere—couples making out, half-naked girls running around, and lots of people standing around drinking while the music blares.

I walk over to the keg and drinks, glancing at the guys standing there. They immediately take notice of me. I nod at them and continue to make my way around the room.

I head toward the game room area where there’s a pool table. Again, all I do is walk in and look at the guys in the room.

I can hear them discussing the last football game, talking about how Liam threw two touchdown passes for a very tight win.

Just like the guys by the drinks, I capture their attention, and once again, I merely nod at them before walking out. They watch me as I leave the room.

As I’m heading back toward the living room, I hear a voice behind me. I admit, he does have a sexy voice.

“Lady in red, and who may you be, my dear?”

I turn around slowly to look up into those ice-blue eyes of The Badass, Liam Andrews.

“Who do you think I am?” I ask him, knowing he has no clue what my name is.

He blinks, confusion crossing his face, so I decide to help him out.

“Ah, the cat has stolen poor Liam’s tongue. I’ll give you a clue: you stole a piece of pizza from me today,” I say.

“Bookworm?” he guesses.

I sigh. Really, ‘bookworm’? I think I prefer ‘sweetheart’ better.

“Oh, I think I’d better go,” I say.

“Wait, don’t go. Come with me to get a drink,” he says, grabbing my hand.

“No, I don’t drink,” I reply.

“What? Come on, everyone drinks here,” Liam protests.

I step closer to him, poke him in the chest, and say, “Well, maybe if you actually got to know a person, you’d be able to get them a drink.”

He just looks at me, and I can see he’s had a lot to drink already. Most likely, he won’t even remember this exchange.

A wicked idea comes to mind. I reach up, pull his head down to mine, and give him a kiss. I lightly bite his lips, sucking them as I kiss him, then I pull away.

Confusion now fills those ice-blue eyes. He’s stunned; I just did that. So I tell him, “When you actually know me, then maybe you can get me that drink.”

I turn away from him and walk toward the front door of the football house. I leave and head back to my place—mission accomplished.

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Liam

What the hell just happened? I came down the stairs because some of the guys upstairs were arguing about game stats and fantasy football teams. Just as I reached the bottom, I spotted a gorgeous brunette with an ass that is a work of art.

I approach her and am shocked to discover that this beauty is none other than the bookworm from next door. To completely mess with my mind, she gives me a mind-blowing kiss, and then she leaves. What the hell!

I put my drink down and head outside to her house. I bang on the door, and she opens it.

“What?” she asks.

“What? You don’t just kiss a guy like that and leave, sweetheart,” I tell her.

“Oh really, Liam? Go home and back to your party; you’re drunk,” she replies.

“I’m not that drunk. I know you just kissed me,” I assert.

“Okay, you win. I did, and now I’m going to bed. So goodnight,” she says.

“Is that an invitation to your bed?” I grin at her. I can tell I’m starting to piss her off. Damn, she looks hot when she’s angry.

She rolls her eyes and then asks, “What’s my name?”

Shit! She would ask that. Kathleen? No, she doesn’t look like a Kathleen. Mia? Chloe? Maybe it’s Zoe? Ah hell.

“That’s what I thought. Go home, Liam. When you know who I am— and no, I’m not ‘sweetheart’ or ‘bookworm’—I’ll help you out with that. When you actually learn and know who I am, then maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you into my bed. But until then, no, you’re not getting anything from me. So enjoy the memory of that kiss,” she says before closing the door in my face.

I’m stupefied! No woman has ever refused me. I’ve got a reputation; I’m known for my moves both on and off the field. Women come to me; I don’t go after them. All I need to do is flash a smile, and they beg to be with me.

This bookworm just refused me. Just wait, sweetheart; I will learn who you are, so get ready. No one refuses The Badass!