Big Boxer by Cassie Mint

I don’t mean any harm when I call the boxer past his prime.
But my blog piece goes viral–and the boxer comes knocking.
It’s bad enough meeting someone you’ve written about. Someone you hero-worshiped as a kid; whose poster used to hang on your wall.
But it’s worse when your piece was less than kind… and the man turns your legs to jelly with a single glance.
Okay. I messed up here. And Lucas Scott is not afraid to let me know it. But once tempers have cooled, he’s not ready to leave.
That thing I wrote about his stamina?
…Yeah. The boxer’s got something to prove.