False Start by Paige Ryan

How could I be falling for my fake boyfriend…
It was probably the dimple.
Or it could have been the broad, finely honed, chiseled, muscular chest—the one so perfectly sculpted it would have made Michaelangelo rethink his inspiration for David.
Or maybe it was the ass so tight a quarter would bounce off and cause bodily harm as it ricocheted away like a deranged boomerang.
Crap!
Focus, Mira!
Whatever it was that drew me to him like an innocent moth being led to a flaming death, I needed to figure it out, and fast!
I could not be falling for the man who insulted me the first night we met.
How was I supposed to spend the next six months pretending to be the girlfriend of the arrogant star quarterback who managed to weasel his way under my skin?
Our arrangement was supposed to be simple.
Mutually beneficial.
Temporary.
Like glorified strangers orbiting in each other’s presence.
The famous model on the arm of the championship winning football player.
A terrible cliché.
Nothing more.
I hadn’t anticipated my reaction to him…
To his body.
To his sense of humor.
To the tiny dimple at the corner of his mouth that I wanted to kiss every time it winked at me.
Crap, I needed to figure out how to stop this false relationship before it even had a chance to start…