Punt: A British Bad Boy Football Romance Read Free Page B

him wild.
    Liam froze for a second, thinking about it, and Carlos took full advantage. Coach blew his whistle frantically, then started spewing expletives.
    “Fucking worthless bloody wanker!!” Havershom screamed. “Liam, get off my pitch, you son of a whore! All of you get off the fucking field. Wind sprints for the rest of the session!”
    Everyone groaned. Liam could feel the weight of his teammates’ glares. He’d just scored them two hours of brutal drills, running until their lungs were about to collapse.
    He kept his head down for the rest of the practice, and after he hit the showers he couldn’t get out of the locker room fast enough. Carlos was making cracks about Liam being overpaid, about how maybe the Brits weren’t as godly as they thought.
    Liam knew he was going to have a go at Carlos eventually, that the other man would pop off with the wrong thing at the wrong time and Liam would lose his temper. It was as sure as the sunset.
    But not today.
    No. Today, he was itching to blow off some fucking steam. He was also aggravated that he couldn’t stop thinking about his friend’s little sister.
    Especially since the second he walked out of the locker room, showered and dressed in fresh jeans and a t-shirt, Audrey was right there waiting for him. Leaning against the wall, glaring at her mobile as she sent a text.
    “We’re done for the day, Ginger,” he said, heading toward the stadium’s exit.
    “What happened to your thick Cockney accent from before?” she asked, giving him a long look. “Was that all a show?”
    “I went to a very posh boarding school. I can turn the accent on and off, depending on which version of myself will get me what I want. The suits like to think I’m some rough and tumble playboy, so I let them. When I’m mad or drunk, though, the accent tends to come on strong.”
    She looked thoughtful, then shrugged. “Okay. Where are we going now?”
    “I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m going about my own business.”
    “Errr, actually…” Audrey rushed after him. “I’m stranded here. Jack took my car straight from the law firm to run errands.”
    Liam glanced at her. She seemed full of nervous energy, like she’d had too much coffee while he was at practice. It made him feel even more tired than he already was.
    “Fine. I’ll drop you home, then.”
    “Ummm…” Audrey said again.
    He stopped cold and turned to pin her with his gaze.
    “Spit it out,” he demanded. “I got places to be, don’t I?”
    “I got my employment contract from your manager,” she said, waving her phone at him. “I just read it. I’m on from ten in the morning till eight at night, minimum. I don’t leave your side during that time, apparently.”
    “And?” Liam asked.
    “Well, it’s only six,” she said, looking at her delicate silver wristwatch. “I have two more hours to go.”
    “You’re gonna stick to the letter of the contract, are you?” Liam said, shaking his head. He started moving again, hitting the parking lot and walking toward his Range Rover.
    “Well, yeah,” she said, her brow puckering. “I signed it, which means I gave my word…”
    Liam repressed a sigh, reaching the car and walking around to open the passenger door for her. “Get in, will you?”
    She did, giving him an odd look, but he just closed the door on her. He slid into the driver’s seat.
    “You’re going to want to put a belt on,” he said. “I haven’t completely got the hang of driving on the wrong side yet.”
    Audrey’s eyes went wide as he backed out and pulled the car from the massive stadium lot. He took a left turn right out of the gate, and Audrey slapped the dashboard.
    “You just took a left turn at a red light!” she cried. “You can’t do that.”
    “Right. Well…” Liam rolled his eyes. “You always follow the rules, do you?”
    She was quiet for a moment, then she nodded. “Pretty much, yeah.”
    “Where am I taking you?” Liam asked.
    “Nowhere,”