Free Grid Iron Bad Boy: A Football Romance by Eddie Cleveland Page A

other girls I’ve been with, Chelsea.”
    Damn, maybe I did ruin everything. My heart sinks as he scolds me softly.
    “Trust me when I say that I already know. I couldn’t tell you the name of the last girl I took out, but I’ve remembered every detail about you since I first met you.”
    My chest fills with warmth like a hot air balloon as I make my way to the campus walking on a cloud.
    “Thank you,” I can’t help but smile.
    “Besides,” he murmurs, “it’s not every day I get to take a hot teacher out for a night.”
    “No? Are hot professors more your style?” I finally find my tongue after my embarrassment coated it in cotton swabs.
    “Ha! Well, I plead the fifth on that one,” he chuckles. “Do you like teaching? I mean, don’t you find it difficult?”
    My gut twists at the question. I remember how I cried in Cameron’s arms last November about how I can’t have children. How he comforted me. Made me smile through my sadness. I’m not sure why I expected him to forget about that conversation. I guess because he never called me.
    “No, it’s really comforting, actually,” I admit. I grasp his burly arm with my other hand as we walk through the campus gates. “It’s amazing to have a class full of kids who I get to watch grow, learn and become more of who they’ll grow up to be eventually. It makes me happy to be a part of their lives, even if it’s just for ten months.” I answer truthfully.
    “That’s awesome,” he leads me to a soccer field that’s been gated off and converted to an outdoor concert. I can’t help but feel my age with all the teenaged girls running around with all of the guys chasing them.
    “What about you? What’s the real reason you wanted to study astronomy?” I throw the ball back in his court.
    “I already told you,” he smiles down at me. Even with these heels he towers over me. My mind drifts back to how easily he lifted me off of his bike. Like I’m made of feathers. I bet he could toss me around like a ragdoll in bed.
    “No, I’m being serious. Have you always been interested in stars or science?” The words tumble out of my mouth quickly as I try to push my naughty thoughts aside.
    Cameron opens his mouth to answer, but we reach the gate of the venue. Two stocky men in khaki pants and golf shirts bearing the university logo stop us.
    “Tickets?” The larger of the two men demands.
    “Yeah, man, here ya go,” Cameron pulls two from his pocket and hands them over.
    “OK, gotta frisk you both. Make sure you don’t have any contraband.” He answers back after skimming the tickets.
    “Uh, sure.” Cameron holds out his arms and the big guy starts patting him down.
    “You too, Sweetheart,” the other guard leers at me.
    I don’t answer him; instead I just hold out my arms and try to ignore how uncomfortable I feel with his hands patting down from my shoulders to my fingers. After he finishes he steps back and looks down at my ass.
    “With a booty like that, I’m really gonna have to get in there and give a thorough search,” he snorts like he said something funny. I’m not even sure what to say or do. I’m not used to guys like this.
    I step back just as Cameron barrels him over, knocking the guard clean off his feet to the dirt.
    “Oomph!” I can hear the wind knock out of his lungs as he hits the ground.
    “What the fuck, man?” Cameron towers over him, his eyes flashing.
    “I was just doing my job,” the guard answers, jumping back to his feet.
    “Your fucking job isn’t to cop a feel on my girl, you piece of shit.”
    “Hey man, I don’t have to let you in here you know,” the guard feebly tries to stand his ground.
    “Dude, you’re not gonna have this job anymore when the fucking quarterback of the Buffaloes reports you. And if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m gonna break every bone in your face. You got it?” Cameron sneers.
    My heart is beating out of my chest. I don’t want to see them fight, but that guy deserves