Release (Off Balance 3)

“Yup, she ain’t my type, but pretty though,” Ford spoke up. Alyssa’s brows pinched together and her mouth dropped open. Of the three guys in front of her, Ford easily stood the tallest. His physique was quite impressive. He wore one of those ugly muscle shirts that exposed his incredibly defined and toned arms. It had giant holes that looked like he cut out himself.

“I’m glad, because you are not my type either,” she said slowly, enunciating you are not. She hated when people said ain’t.

John snickered. Alyssa was a mouthy little thing. He was feeling her attitude. “So, are you finding your way around?”

“I am.”

“Are you liking South Fork?” Ford asked.

“It’s growing on me. Is your name really Ford, or is that some sort of nickname?”

Ford lowered his eyes. Barely moving his mouth, he responded. “Yes. My name really is Ford.”

“He hates when people ask him that.”

A smile formed on Alyssa’s sweet face. Her heavy black lashes only made her bright blue eyes glimmer in the light.

“We just decided we’re all going muddin’ sometime. Since I know you have no friends yet and I can bet you have no plans, what do you say? Wanna dip your feet in the Georgia mud? Get a little taste of the South?”

Alyssa’s mouth dropped open, utterly shocked. Was he serious? “I told you, but I’ll tell you again since you seem to have a listening problem. I don’t play in the mud. And aren’t you a little old to be going mudding?”

John could barely form words as he stared at her. He just met his match. A chick that wasn’t afraid to hand it to him. That got the blood flowing straight to his dick.

“There isn’t much else to do around here,” Jace jumped in.

“Unfortunately for you, I need

to get a job. So that’s what I’ll be doing this weekend until I can find one.”

“You’re going to be looking all day?” John questioned her.

“Sure am.”

“Well then, I’ll get you on Sunday.”

Alyssa paused. She wasn’t ready for that response.

“Can’t.”

A sly smile curved John’s lips. “Be ready Sunday.”

John glanced over his shoulder as he walked away with Ford and Jace. He locked eyes with Alyssa and with a devious smirk added, “Wear some dirty, old clothes.”

She flipped him off.

Fucking hell. John had one goal right now, and that was to get Alyssa on the back of his four wheeler and some mud on her jeans, just to irritate her for the fun of it. She seemed uptight and needed to let loose. She’d probably try to kill him while doing it, but it would be worth it. Normally, girls tried to get his attention left and right considering who his brother is, but Alyssa was different and did the complete opposite. It was a nice change of pace for once.

John had a feeling about her, and he was going to run with it.