The Bimbo's Hattrick (Bimbo Transformation MFM) (ePub)

Journalist Holly Munro got her dream assignment, interviewing a national football... oh all right, soccer team on the evening they might secure a big victory. A fan of the sport, she was also a professional, so of course she would not listen to her wild neighbor's suggestion to make a move on the hot players. She didn't know indeed that once victory's theirs, the players might have their own ideas.

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"Ah, so how exactly are you guys going to celebrate?"
There was a glint in Ignacio's eyes and even though I always thought blue-eyed blonds were not my type, I found myself holding my breath a little when he grinned.

"It would be a list, Holly." I could see him testing the sound of my name with his mouth, rolling it carefully, indulgently and I had to quell a shiver, one that was warm and very inappropriate. "And the list would be long."
My cheeks warmed over that for some reason and I dropped my gaze, pretending to read my notes again.
Funny, the front of my shirt was stretched a bit tightly... and now that I thought again, this old bra was really, really uncomfortable. I hadn't put on any weight, what was going on?
I looked up when locks of my hair slid slowly down and tumbled onto my shoulder.

"Ah, sorry guys, I must have..." Reaching for my hair pins, I ran a hand on my hair, flustered when both men looked on with interest. Pulling my hair down into a single twist, I marveled at the new heft and then stopped when I caught sight of hair that couldn't have been mine. Lush and wavy, it was a lot fairer than my light brown tresses.
Twirling a lock around my finger, I felt the warmth rising yet again. Not just on my face but my neck, my chest... my whole body. I was sitting down but swayed a little, lifting my head up when I sensed Santiago slide down and sit next to me.
The armchair was big but it could not actually contain the two of us. And yet I felt my body hum with approval as his hard frame pressed against my soft hips, his arm sliding across my shoulder.
It felt pretty natural to drop my head on his shoulder and I closed my eyes when I did. He felt strong, hard, and warm. My breath started to shorten when I could feel his muscles ripple under me, taut and solid.
"Are you all right, Holly?"
Ignacio's voice sounded close and I opened my eyes to see him sitting on my other side, perched on the arm chair.
"I felt a little hot... and weird."
"Maybe you should unbutton a little."