Dare To Love Series: Hot Dare (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free PDF Page B

regret missing out on this,” the redhead said. She must have known it was too late, though, because the words were no more out of her mouth before she whipped the sheet across her displayed flesh.
    “I ’ m sure I will.” The younger version of him sure as hell would have, but the thirty-year-old him looked at that bed and saw two women who didn ’ t care much about who he was as much as what he was, and Colt was pretty much over that rookie bullshit.
    He shut the door behind him and hustled to the elevators, grateful that no one came down the hall or emerged from their rooms.
    Shit. What ’ s your play now, Butler?
    All the old players had split from the bar at the same time as he had. He didn ’ t have any of their numbers and no clue what rooms they were in. The only thing he had was—
    The idea hit him with the same no-holds-barred force he used to sack quarterbacks. She would be pissed, but she was already mad at him. He could spin this—use a little play action fake to make her think it was the only option to keep anyone from smelling scandal. It wasn ’ t as if that was a lie. Maybe a slight exaggeration, but as his granny said, sometimes the truth needed elastic-waistband pants.
    She liked him. She wanted him. They just needed a little time alone for him to convince her of it, and he knew just how to do it—by playing it so cool she got all hot.
     

     
    Sitting on the middle of the bed in her cramped room, Angie looked at the paperwork spread out in a semi-circle around her and glanced at the clock on the side table. One in the morning. Okay, that was enough work for tonight.
    She flipped her laptop closed right as a knock sounded at her door. No good news came at this time of night.
    She hustled to the door and looked out the peephole. “Who is it?”
    “Colt.” He stood on the other side of the door without an ounce of visual shame at making an unsolicited booty call. He had the lazy ease of a man who ’ d just enjoyed a couple of brews with the boys. Football players; they were eternally mentally twenty-three.
    She cracked the door but left the chain on. “Go to bed.”
    “ Just let me in, ” he whispered.
    During the daylight hours his deep voice only held a trace of his Alabama roots, but now, after he ’ d probably had a few and was tired, his Southern accent came out stronger. It was like warm honey and it gave her ideas she didn ’ t need —couldn ’ t afford —to be having, no matter how much her body liked the idea.
    Glad the door blocked him from being able to see how hard her nipples had gotten just at the sound of his voice, she took in a deep breath. Time to end this conversation and send Mr. Tall, Blond and Tempting home to bed.
    “I ’ m not one of your groupies.”
    He snorted and managed to make even that sexy. “I know. I just left two of them in my bed.”
    “What the hell?” What a douchebag. He was looking for thirds and he came to her? All the warm and fuzzy he inspired turned to heat and sharp edges.
    “The guys thought it would be funny to give them my extra key.” He held up his hands as if to distance himself from the other players ’ idiocy. “I walked in, saw the setup, grabbed my bag and got the hell out of there.”
    “And you want a medal?” She started to shut the door, but he blocked the move by sliding his hand through the small opening the chain allowed.
    “I need a place to crash,” he pleaded.
    “Oh no.” An angry heat flamed her cheeks. The ego on this one. Did every woman in the world fall for his shit? Sure, there had been Vegas, but that was a one-time thing. She didn ’ t do seconds on dumb decisions.
    “Come on, Angie. You ’ re the best option.”
    “Call security if you can ’ t get rid of your ball bunnies on your own.”
    “And wake up everyone on my floor with the ruckus? I ’ m sure Mr. Dare would love having some fan ’ s grainy video or cellphone photo as the lead art in the Miami Herald this weekend. I can see the