Chapter 12

Megan’s POV

I watched in amusement as the scrawny writer stammered and gaped at me like a fish out of water. Jake hadn't been exaggerating - the kid really was thrown for a loop realizing I, a woman, was the main event boxer he was here to write about.

His wide eyes darted between me and Jane, clearly rethinking every assumption he'd made.

"S-Sorry, I... I didn't mean to stare. It's just..." He trailed off, cheeks flushing an even deeper crimson as he seemed to realize how his shock might come across as extremely rude or condescending.

To be fair, I was used to getting looks like that, especially from men who bought into the antiquated notion that women didn't belong in the ring.

I decided to throw the flustered guy a bone before Jane lost her patience. With a wry chuckle, I waved a dismissive hand. "Relax, writer boy. I get that reaction all the time from people who're expecting some roiled-up slab of beefcake when they hear 'renowned