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surface was. Then I’d spend the entire night fucking her silly—knowing that as soon as she walked out the door, I’d never have to see her again—if I didn’t want to. Which—most of the time—I didn’t. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had actually managed to capture my interest for more than the span of a few hours.
    Not Josie. She wasn’t like the rest.
    She was gorgeous and sexy. Innocent and wild. Pristine and sun-kissed. I didn’t have her figured out yet. She was clinging to a shroud of mystery and I was desperate to tug it away and see all of her sides.
    “So, tell me something,” she said, pushing away her empty glass. The server rushed over to ask if she’d like a refill. She considered me for a long moment and then shook her head and dismissed the server with a polite ‘no, thank you’ before shifting her attention back to me. “Are you planning to behave yourself now that you’re playing with the Warriors?”
    I grinned. “That depends on how you define, behave .”
    She flushed and my smile twisted. That’s right, baby, admit it. You want me. Bad.
    It was just a matter of time.

Chapter Nine
    Josie
    If I were to start my report on Trey, it would start by mentioning that he was infuriating, cocky, full of himself, and—as much as it pained me to admit—sexy as hell. As our conversation at the bar meandered and wandered, each dark smile, and every move he made only sucked me further into his rough around the edges brand of charm. And charming he was. He probably could have charmed me right out of my panties if I’d had any on. I shifted on my side of the booth, desperately looking for a way out of the conversation before I said—or did—something extremely stupid.
    Like admit that I was crushing on the superstar.
    It was dumb. Like, insanely moronic. But I couldn’t help it. It was like sliding down a hill. The farther I slid, the more speed I built up, until I was out of control and holding on for dear life.
    He was so disarming that I’d almost faltered and revealed the real reason I was in Denver following the team. When I covered, by saying it was just a tester assignment, a fill-in, there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes. I wasn’t sure he bought my story. Part of me wondered if I should just spill the beans. If I could just flat out ask him for an exclusive sit-down interview. But then things got out of hand. We started talking about our families, our childhoods, and it would feel cheap to ask now. Like all I cared about was a story. I’d be just like every other sports reporter that Trey hated. A stereotype. And for some reason, it mattered to me what he thought of me.
    Regardless of how much I told myself that I shouldn’t care.
    I tapped my short, squared nails on the top of the foil covering my take out box and glanced up at Trey. “Well, I should probably get going. Thanks for dinner. You really didn’t have to do that.”
    Trey smiled. “Not a problem. Now you can use your per diem cash on a Pay-Per-View movie or something.”
    I laughed. “Right?”
    “You a rom-com kinda girl? Or more into action movies?”
    “Now, do I look like a rom-com girl to you? I gotta have some action. The bigger the explosion, the better.”
    Trey laughed and my heart jumped at the sparkle in his eyes. I liked making him smile. He wore it well. The edges of it carved little lines around his full lips and I was tempted to reach over and trace them with my fingertips.
    What is wrong with me?
    I shook my head, desperate to snap out of whatever it was, and scooted to the edge of my bench seat. Trey followed suit. “I thought you were going to order something?”
    “I’ll walk you back to your hotel first. You said you were across the street, right? Come on, I’ll walk you over there.”
    “Oh! No, no. You don’t have to do that…” I nervously toyed with the ends of my wet ponytail and threw it over my shoulder. “I’m good. It’s not even that dark out…” I said,