CHAPTER 88

Mia couldn’t deny that for all his faults, Darius was hot. AFL players, in her humble opinion, had the best bodies of all the football codes. They were tall and lean and muscular without looking like the trolls that rugby union and league players looked like. And athletic. They were definitely athletic. They could leap and kick and run and looked really pretty while doing all those things. And Darius was one of the best. His stats had him at just a hair under six foot five and he had all that lean muscle going on, filling out his sleeveless jersey and short shorts nicely. Not to mention the tattoos and the piercing blue eyes and that smile that could make a girl’s panties melt right off her body at fifty paces. The dirty blonde hair shaved into a really bad faux-hawk that was almost a mullet lost him points, though.

“You want to be like those women?” Maria asked, pulling Mia from her x-rated thoughts.

“Huh?”

“These girls,” Maria explained, waving her knitting around. “On the tel