Punt: A British Bad Boy Football Romance by Vivian Wood Read Free Book Online Page A

ahead and hired the same company to pick up the IKEA furniture too. They even assembled most of it before they left.
    Of course, there was still a lot to be done, but she’d managed to get furniture set up in the living room, dining room, kitchen, bedrooms, and both the master bathrooms. Plus she’d ordered lots of small things from IKEA too, like plates and lamps and whatnot, most of which still sat in boxes.
    Her coup d’état was calling a local errand service to bring a number of necessities, such as toiletries, some basic food items… and wine. A case of her favorite cheap red wine from Trader Joe’s.
    Now she sat on the new white leather couch, put her feet up on the chic new coffee table, and sipped wine from a brand new stemless wine glass. She was basically a miracle worker, all things considered.
    Honestly, if it weren’t for the part where Liam was demanding that she live here, none of these tasks would be considered out of the norm for a celebrity’s assistant. Or at least Audrey guessed as much, from watching reality shows on cable.
    She just hoped Liam had truly meant it when he said the words free reign .
    When Liam swung open the front door and walked in, still wearing his dirty uniform, the look on his face when he saw Audrey relaxing in his newly furnished living room was priceless.
    “Bloody hell,” he said, dropping his muddy cleats by the front door and walking into the living room, looking more than a little surprised. “It’s like a real person lives here, innit?”
    “Yep,” Audrey said with a grin. “You even have a bed. And shower necessities. Aside from the world’s biggest box of condoms, which is all that was in there before.”
    “At least I’ve got priorities,” he said with a shrug.
    “You look like you need a shower,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
    She eyed the smudge of dirt on his cheek and the tousled look of his uniform. Even from here, she could smell him. Not bad, but sort of that earthy man sweat kind of scent. In a weird way, she thought it suited Liam.
    “Unngh, a shower,” he sighed, dropping his gym bag. “Want to help me, Ginger? The showers at the club are down. Some problem with the hot water.”
    “Well, now you have a fully stocked shower,” she said. “And no, I’m not interested in helping .”
    “And where have you settled?” Liam asked. As he spoke, he casually pulled his shirt up over his head and slung it over his shoulder.
    “I— I—” Audrey stuttered, blushing. “The big bedroom on the other side of the house.”
    “Trying to stay away from me, are you?” he teased, but Audrey wasn’t listening.
    She couldn’t not look at Liam’s muscular arms, chest, and stomach. Every inch was honed as only an athlete’s body could be. And he wasn’t lacking for bad boy charm, what with half his skin covered in brightly colored tattoos.
    “What is that?” she asked, pointing to the huge tattoo that dominated his chest. It was a blue crest with three medieval-looking blue lions and several red flowers, with ENGLAND emblazoned at the top.
    “It’s the symbol for England National,” Liam said, looking at her as if she were slow.
    “Right…” she said, shaking her head.
    “The biggest team in the UK,” he said slowly. “ The team, in the dreams of footballers everywhere?”
    “I get the idea.”
    “Somehow I doubt that,” he said, shaking his head and moving toward his bedroom. “You should get dressed up, fancy-like. I have a gala event to attend tonight.”
    “What? That’s not on your schedule!” Audrey protested, pulling out her phone and opening the calendar she kept for Liam.
    “I only just agreed to it this morning. Lorrie from Saks Fifth Avenue will be here shortly with a rack of suits and dresses,” he said, heading into his room.
    He didn’t bother to close his bedroom door, and Audrey saw his shorts hit the floor right by the doorway. She gritted her teeth against yelling at him to attempt some kind of modesty, at