Mistaken For A Player

**Kyle's POV***

I watched her every move. The blinking of her eyes and how she bit her bottom lips nervously. I gritted my teeth, just watching her. I wouldn't deny the fact that she's such a beauty to behold but then, that's as far as it goes.

She's just a chess piece and I can't let myself get wrapped in a web of complications.

I sipped my wine while watching her drink her tequila.

“You're not a heavy drinker, are you?”

She quickly looked up at me. Her eyes were a perfect shade of blue.

“No. Tequila is my only forte.”

I nodded my head, not taking my eyes off her for even a minute. Her size was still baffling. I cannot comprehend how she managed to get into such a mind-blowing shape or how she shed off her nerdy lifestyle. Could this have been done by her boyfriend? Though Jacob and I didn't go into much detail about Fancy. The more I see her, the more I get interested in wanting to know more about her personal life.

“Uhm, do you have something to say to me? You've just been stari