Win Big: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Bella Love-Wins Read Free Book Online

do. They’d never just up and reassign one of the guys like that, not unless they were already chomping at the bit to be assigned to the football team. Bastard.”
    Kristy was a diehard feminist—another aspect of her personality that most people would never guess in a million years. In her world, everything boiled down to gender, and women were naturally getting the short end of the deal, so she took it upon herself to speak up for all women, whether there was inequity or not.
    “I just hope this doesn’t screw up my chances of getting hired by a baseball team after I graduate. Who am I kidding? Of course it will. He wants me to work with this Evan guy for six weeks.”
    “Try a full semester tutoring one of those meatheads. Mind you, he’s a cute meathead.”
    “Wait, what? You’re tutoring one of them?”
    “Yeah. My teaching gig got fucked up at the last minute because of some union contract negotiations going on at the private high school I was assigned to.”
    “Awww crap. I’m sorry. I know you were looking forward to it.”
    “I was. Mom and Dad are livid.”
    “Can’t they put in a good word somewhere for you?”
    “Not this time. It’s too late. So I get to work with Mo Grant…a running back who happens to be on academic probation this semester…and he’s a senior, so they’re bringing out the big guns to help him graduate. The one good thing he has going for him is he doesn’t live in the frat house with the rest of those guys on the football team. He’s at home, somewhere off campus. Well, that’s not the only good thing…”
    “Wait, you’re… into him?”
    “Uh, that may be jumping the gun, but hell, he’s a big blond sexy giant. Six feet seven inches, almost white blond hair, piercing blue eyes, broad shoulders, rippling muscles, ink…I’ve got my work cut out for me with this assignment.”
    “Sounds like you plan on jumping in with both feet. Does he have a crappy reputation like Evan?”
    “Not that I’ve heard about, but who knows? He’s a football player with NFL potential…if he doesn’t screw up on the academics this semester.”
    “I can’t believe we’re kind of in the same boat, except this assignment will kill my chances of getting on a major league baseball team. Six weeks with this Evan character means half the semester will be gone. It’s a disaster!” I was ready to start crying and pounding my fists on the bed again.
    “Don’t worry about it, hun. You’re still the best, or they wouldn’t be assigning you to Evan. He and Slade are the school’s two best chances of having alumnae in the draft this year. Maybe Mo too. They’ll do anything to get Evan through, including giving him the best athletic training hopefuls around.” She grinned. “Which means you, as if you didn’t already know.”
    That helped, but only a bit. “He’d better be worth all this trouble,” I muttered.
    “He will be. And I’m sure Dr. Jeffries will be happy to help you score whatever job you want when you graduate. You scratch his back, he scratches yours.” She stood and stretched, baring her slim waist and flat tummy under the gray and white varsity top she had on with baby blue skinny jeans and a blush pink long-sleeved cardigan. “It’s the way the world works.”
    I looked over at my desk, at the plans and research scattered over top of it. I wanted to get back to this work, not set it aside for some beefed up jock. In spite of the urge to throw a tantrum, Kristy was right that it was the way of the world. I had to learn to roll with it.
    My search engine was still waiting for me to enter another keyword. I cursed under my breath as I entered Evan Marshall in the bar. Now I wanted to know as much as possible about the guy whose injury screwed me over. From what Kristy had already said, he was either going to be an enormous jerk or a walking, talking STD. I wanted to be ready for him in either case. He had to know from the get-go that I wasn’t going to be a