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• Faking It With The Quarterback   Chapter Fifteen

  Scarlett felt the cold dread from Paul's email harden into a knot in her stomach. His threat was more than just an annoyance; it was a weapon that was precisely calibrated to explode their meticulously crafted reality. Every major media outlet had received the anonymous email, which was now verified to have come from a burner account linked to Paul's former assistant a desperate, irate person who had since vanished.By Monday morning, Scarlett's integrity and, consequently, Jett's judgement would be brutally dissected in the news cycle. Scarlett proclaimed, "This is an allout assault,"as she paced her office like a lioness in a cage.

• Faking It With The Quarterback   Chapter Fourteen

  In a flurry of exuberant shouts and blinding flashes, the world burst into chaos. Every logical idea and every painstakingly planned public relations campaign was destroyed by the flaming brand that was Jett's lips on hers. It was a defiant, possessive claim, not a professional gesture. The force of his presence, the firm pressure of his mouth, and the taste of him were all overwhelming. Unbidden, Scarlett's hands had reached up to seize his shoulders in an attempt to find a fulcrum in the dizzying whirlpool of sensation. Then it was over, just as suddenly as it had started. Jett withdrew, his chest heaving, his turbulent, dark eyes meeting hers. The cacophony of the crowd, the whirring of the cameras, and the irate retreat of Paul's figure all vanished into a distant hum in that split second. All that was present was the unadulterated electric current that throbbed between them, a silent, powerful recognition of a boundary that had been not only crossed but completely destroyed.

• Faking It With The Quarterback   Chapter Thirteen

  An incessant reminder of Scarlett's delicate equilibrium, the hum of the phone call coming from the hallway was a dull thrum against her tense nerves. Jett's closeness had been a seductive, perilous warmth that had suddenly vanished.She observed his broad back as he paced, his flirtatious energy giving way to a rigid tension, his voice a low, urgent murmur. The nearkiss still caused her own body to hum, a strong echo that added to the startling sense of the situation's cold reality. This was a high-stakes performance, not a game, and the curtain was about to rise on a much more difficult act. Jett usually exuded an easy charm, but when he finally returned, his face was grim. "That was my agent,"he declared, his voice lacking its characteristically light-hearted tone. "The 'complication' I mentioned."Scarlett felt her stomach tighten. "What is it?"she asked, not showing any signs of the anxiety wriggling inside of her. He gestured his frustration by running a hand through his dark,

• Faking It With The Quarterback   Chapter Twelve

  In the abrupt emptiness he left behind, Jett's cologne's lingering aroma was an intangible presence, a phantom limb. With her lips burning and her fingers still tingling from the phantom brush of his skin, Scarlett stood rooted. The kiss. It was more than a simple "professional thank you"; it was a seismic tremor that broke down the well-built barriers surrounding her heart. What was that? A calculated action to see how strong she was? Or something much more perilous, something real concealed behind layers of calculating charm? She let out a tremulous breath and ran a hand through her hair. This complexity was unprecedented. Instead of melting into his arms, she was meant to control his image. She had vowed to be strictly professional. But her resolve was mocked by the memory of his dark, knowing eyes. She was deeply involved. deeper than a crisis in public relations. The days that followed were a flurry of activity, a tornado of favorable press coverage that validated her bold appr

• Faking It With The Quarterback   Chapter Eleven

  A nervous hummingbird stuck in Scarlett's chest, her heart pounded against her ribs. Jett had said, "Okay." Not "Okay, this is crazy,"or "Okay, let's talk logistics." Just, all right. As though pretending to be in a relationship with an NFL star in order to save his career and her new public relations company was just another Tuesday.The ensuing quiet was long and dense with meaning that could not be expressed. Scarlett was left alone with the giant of a man who had just consented to the most bold plan of her life after Eve, bless her eager but frequently tactless soul, hurried off to cancel appointments. Jett's intense blue eyes were fixed on her as he pushed off the doorframe. The air felt heavy and charged as he entered the office slowly and deliberately, his presence filling the already small space.Scarlett could not help but notice how tall he was, how wide his shoulders were, and how his muscles were straining the material of his shirt. She had underestimated how difficult

• Faking It With The Quarterback   Chapter Ten

  Jett turned away from the window, his face unreadable as the phone call came to an end. A tense formality had taken the place of the relaxed camaraderie of the previous moments. His voice clipped as he said, "My agent." "There's a problem."I felt my stomach tighten. "A problem? What took place?I instantly thought of the worst-case scenarios: Paul pulling a stunt, a leaked photo, or an old scandal coming to light.He ruffled his dark hair even more and ran a hand through it, explaining, "It's my old PR team.""It seems that they are not pleased that I left them for a 'fledgling firm' like yours, Miss Jonas."His eyes were judgment-free, but there was a faint emphasis on "fledgling.""They recently issued a statement suggesting that our relationship is a last-ditch effort to save my career. And if I don't return to them, they're threatening to divulge some information that could be harmful."My blood froze.I had warned him about dirty play like this. "Is information being harmed? Wh