GAME MISCONDUCT (The Dartmouth Cobras) Read Online Free PDF

kept her from toppling onto the street.
    “It’s eight-twenty, princess.” He leaned his forearm on the post above her head and chuckled when she froze. “You waiting for someone?”
    All she could do was nod as she peered up at him with wide eyes. Damn he was tall. And big. And hot.
    More scary than anything. Should check him for weapons. Boy’s dangerous.
    Cold air skimmed over her breasts, causing goose bumps to rise on all the flesh not covered by the tightly-laced bodice. She wanted to do up her jacket, but he was too close. If she didn’t move, he might not notice the slit of the dress had slipped to one side, exposing her thigh to hip.
    You sure you don’t want him to notice? said the naughty voice in her head, which usually indicated she had been spending too much time on the phone listening to her sister’s raunchy tales.
    She peeked up at Callahan, and heat flooded her cheeks when she caught his eyes on her breasts.
    “Well, let’s hope he’s not too late. Someone might steal you away.” Tiny creases cut through his scar, and something stirred deep inside. The way he looked at her almost made her feel desirable. He leaned a little closer. “I mean, dressed like that, standing on the corner . . .”
    He pushed away from her.
    “How dare—” She sputtered on the words she wanted to say and let her narrowed gaze spit all the venom her mouth couldn’t. Might be better for him if he did have a knife on him. She was very tempted to see what kind of damage she could do with her nails.
    But acting like a savage wasn’t her style. She gave him the coldest look she could muster and glanced up the sidewalk to see if she could catch the eye of someone passing by. Just in case he went caveman on her. Not that he looked even close to doing so. His composure brought her to the edge of losing hers entirely.
    A sparkle of amusement lit his black eyes, and he gave her legs another lingering look. “Hell, with those legs, I’m sure you’d get a decent offer. I’d make one myself, but I’m in too much of a hurry for you to make it worth my while.” He winked and tugged his hood back over his head. “Maybe next time.”
    A little sting in the corner of her eye made her blink fast and shake her head. Sticks and stones, Oriana. How would Silver handle this?
    Hands on her hips, she gave him a swift once over and sucked her teeth. “Callahan—”
    “You can call me, ‘ Mr . Callahan.’ We’re not friends.”
    “Fine, Mr. Callahan.” She clipped out each syllable, resisting the urge to kick him. “There won’t be a next time.”
    Real smooth. Do you need Silver to script a decent comeback?
    “So you say.” Callahan cleared his throat. “Vanek, I’m heading in. You have two minutes.”
    The sharp sound of a zipper drew her attention to the ramp. Vanek gave her a sheepish grin, then nodded at his bunny while she scribbled something on a scrap of paper and stuffed it in his pocket. The bunny’s heels clicked as she made her way up the ramp. Blonde waves bouncing, she disappeared around the corner.
    “Nice try covering for the kid. I’m sure he’d thank you if he got her knocked up and she took him for all he’s worth.” Callahan took her sunglasses from her face and slipped them into her jacket pocket, effectively removing her only shield. “Did you enjoy the show?”
    So much for hoping he’d forgotten. She glared at the gold embroidered team logo centered on his broad chest. A snake, just like him.
    His finger brushed her cheek as he tucked a loose curl behind her ear. Her pulse sped up. Her gaze shot to his face. Those black eyes didn’t belong to a snake. Or any animal she’d ever seen. They brought to mind the ocean at night when the surface was smooth and calm. And just cool enough to be soothing after a hot summer day. She could imagine immersing herself in the water, feeling soft waves lap up her thighs. Soon the moonlight would reflect off the glassy surface, like the streetlights