Page 43 of Biggest Player
Unfortunately, I’m more handsome than funny.
“I don’t think you’re a killer. Promise.” She holds a hand to her heart. “But I am going to give you shit about it—that’s a real concern for women in the dating world, so I’m sure you’ll hear it again.”
I hope not.
“Am I that intimidating?”
Margot has the nerve to laugh in my face. “No! God no. Why, do people tell you that?”
Uh.
Yes?
Literally all the time?
Have I mentioned my football stats? I’m a beefy six foot four, graduated from a Big Ten university with decent grades, sport a bushy beard sporadically, have wide linebacker shoulders, and eat three cheeseburgers in one sitting.
Not to brag.
“Oh my God.” Margot cackles harder. “They do tell you that, don’t they.”
“Stop laughing at me.” I spread my arms wide, beer in my left paw. “Do I not look like I could mud wrestle a bear?”
She laughs harder still, damn her. Is she being fucking serious? Why is this so funny?What is she laughing at?
“Mud wrestle? That issospecific.”
“You’re a brat,” I finally say, much to her amusement.
“No, no—by all means, tell me how you’re going to wrestle a bear, in the mud, and win. I want to hear it.” Margot waves a hand aimlessly in the air, all the while mocking me.
I glare, a thousand retorts in the back of my brain and not a single one that’s intelligent.
Chapter 9
Margot
I can do nothing but stare back at him.
He is at a loss for words, but I can see his brain racking for something witty to say. We’ve only spent a short bit of time in each other’s company, but I feel as if I already know him well enough.
Dex is beyond irritated, which makes this all the more hilarious.
Aww.Poor guy.
He wants to have a clever comeback, but he doesn’t know how.
I’m not doing his ego any favors by giggling at him uncontrollably, but c’est la vie.
It is what it is.
He’s staring at me, eyes scanning my face. What does he see?
Not one of those women he chooses to date, the young, carefree kind who are able to give him the time he clearly desires. Someone who can be at his beck and call. Someone without responsibilities.
Dex is younger than I am by several years.
Yes, he has an insane profession. The deep dive I did on him after seeing him in person, at the restaurant, revealed an impressive NFL career—one that intimidates me, despite me telling him to his face that I am not intimidated by him. His job does, not the man himself.
