The Make Out Artist (Accidentally in Love #3) Read Online Sara Ney

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Accidentally in Love Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 86596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
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Posey nods slowly. “Aren’t they all a big deal?”

“Yes, but this guy is different.” I dramatically hesitate. “I can’t tell you his name yet, but swear what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this room.”

She nods, holding her palm up in an oath. “I solemnly swear.”

“Everyone wanted to sign him, and Eli got him.” I emphasize the point again, sounding super dramatic for absolutely no reason.

“Molly, that’s great!”

“I know, I know. He’s coming off a Super Bowl win, but they’re going to announce he’s leaving that team for another—and when it does, he’ll be ambushed by paparazzi and the press. His fans are going to be pissed.”

Posey leans forward on the counter, confusion on her face. “Alright?”

“The thing is, he lives in Texas but wants to be near Eli before the announcement is made—and he told Eli he won’t stay in a hotel. They’re not his thing, and he’d be too easy to find.”

Posey is still confused, not connecting the dots. “Uh-huh.”

“Anddd…no one knows this little house exists or Eli’s connection to it.”

Her eyes get wide with dismay. “You want to rent this house to him instead of me?”

“No! Posey, I wanted to ask if you’d be okay with him crashing here for a bit. We need to hide him out.” I roll my eyes because the idea will never work, but Eli seems to think it will. “That’s what I’m here to ask—if you’ll harbor one of Eli’s athletes.”

“What sport does he play?”

Didn’t I literally just tell her he’s coming off a Super Bowl win?

“Football. And he’s just been given the most lucrative deal in history. When people find out, they’re going to lose their shit.”

I probably shouldn’t be telling her this much information, but I worry less when Posey shrugs, uninterested in sports and money and more interested in making the food for the viewing parties.

Food is her love language, after all.

“Of course I’d be glad to help you guys out.” She goes back to cleaning, nonplussed. “You said it was only for a little bit?”

I nod, relieved. “Yeah.” I swallow. “Okay, so there’s one more thing.”

“What?”

“He’s kind of…”

Let’s see. How do I put this?

Posey looks on, waiting for me to finish my sentence.

“He’s kind of…a giant asshole.”

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