All Chapters of The Football players Feisty Girl: Chapter 41 - Chapter 44

**RIVER**I pull out of the estate with her in the passenger seat and immediately regret every decision that led to this moment.Arms crossed. Soaked sweatshirt still clinging. Jaw locked like silence might kill her if she lets it slip.It lasts exactly forty seconds.“You realize I’m dripping wet all over these expensive leather seats,” she says, not looking at me. “So don’t blame me when your interior smells like a damp basement and regret.”I glance sideways, mouth already curving.“Relax. Wouldn’t be the first time a girl left my seats wet.” I let the pause stretch. “Difference is, usually she’s the one screaming for me to make her come.”Her face twists. “Eww. Please tell me you clean up afterward. If I’m sitting in the residual evidence of your conquests, I’m getting out at the next light and burning these clothes.”A real laugh breaks out of me—loud, short, unexpected.“Calm down, Wildcat. The seats get cleaned. I’m rich, not feral.” I tip my head, still grinning. “Usually.”T

EMERSONI shove two slices into the toaster with more force than necessary, then stand at the counter with my back to him, refusing to look at River Knight.Looking at him, in my kitchen before caffeine should probably be classified as a form of psychological torture.My sweatshirt is still damp. My arms ache. My patience died somewhere around the moment he decided my house was an acceptable place to spend his morning.Behind me, a cupboard opens.Then another.“Do you mind?” I ask without turning.“No.”Another cabinet door.“Where do you keep your beer?”I spin around.“You're looking for beer?”He glances inside another cupboard. “Yes.”“It’s seven in the morning.”“And?”“You haven’t even had breakfast and you want beer?”He glances over his shoulder, completely unbothered.“I’ve had a long fucking night. Some of us didn’t get much sleep because apparently you enjoy turning expensive cars into modern art.”I stare at him.“You blackmailed me, made me scrub your car at five in the