Major Misconduct (Aces Hockey #1) Read Online Free PDF

eyes. She’d definitely liked his body when she’d seen him nearly naked earlier.
Definitely.
But there was more than just the physical appeal. She liked his amusement at Marc, she enjoyed his self-deprecating humor, which was maybe extra-attractive because he was a mega superstar athlete, and she liked his intelligence. She’d met her share of hockey players who could barely form a complete sentence. Marc was smart.
    Then there was that hint of French accent that honestly made her panties nearly catch on fire.
    She sighed and picked up a French fry. She’d gone down there to talk to him because she kept feeling his gaze on her. Why’d he push her away when clearly he felt the attraction too?
    Men.
    She’d never had any trouble attracting guys. The hard part was getting rid of them when they got too serious. What was Marc afraid of? She wasn’t looking for anything long-term. The word “commitment” made her freckled skin break out in hives. What was wrong with having a little fun?
    Oh yeah. Captain Codger. Not into fun.
    Well, damn.
    She nibbled another fry, watching him. Maybe he needed to learn to let loose a little. She narrowed her eyes at him. Yeah.
    “I really don’t like that look on your face.” Duncan spoke from beside her. “What’s up?”
    She gave her brother an innocent look. “Nothing.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    He knew her too well.
    She smiled. “Just enjoying the food.” She looked at Jared. “This burger is really good, Jared.”
    “Told ya.” He grinned. He was also a good-looking guy. He wore his nearly black hair cut short and precise, and dressed stylishly—tonight he was wearing narrow black pants and a gorgeous sweater that buttoned at the neck. He was also single. As was Brent. Hell. She didn’t need to be hurt that Marc had rebuffed her. She’d have fun anyway. And so she set about flirting with Jared and Brent, ignoring the icy waves of disapproval that continued to emanate from Duncan. And from Marc.
    —
    Everyone ended up back at Duncan and Marc’s condo later. Booze was purchased, music was blasted, drinks were consumed. A few other players showed up, some of them with girls. Lovey was a party girl and in her element, flitting from group to group, getting to know people, flirting with handsome hockey players. It was two in the morning when she noticed Marc had disappeared.
    She looked around for him with raised eyebrows. When had he left? Where had he gone? To bed? Surely not! How could he sleep with all this noise? Why did he want to? Was he okay?
    She slipped away from the party and down the hall, gave a soft knock on his door, then cracked it open. The room was dark, just enough light coming in the window to see his bulky shape beneath a big puffy duvet. He didn’t move.
    She frowned. Was he sick? She slid into his room and padded across the carpeted floor to his bed. She bent over and touched his shape with one hand. “Marc?”
    Still no response.
    She grimaced and set her palm on his forehead to see if he was feverish. He bolted upright, flinging his arm out to knock her away, then stared at her in the dark.
“Tabarnak de câlisse!”
    She jumped back, hand going to her throat. “Sorry!”
    “Lovey?” He pulled earplugs out of his ears and she blinked. “What the hell are you doing in my room?”
    “I was worried about you! You disappeared. Why’d you leave?”
    “It’s two in the morning! Didn’t I tell you we have an early skate tomorrow?”
    “Oh. Yeah. Um…everyone else is still here.”
    He closed his eyes. “I should’ve kicked their asses out. In fact, I’m gonna do that now.” He threw back the covers, revealing his big muscled body, and Lovey’s fingers closed around her own throat as her stomach did a little flip. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and her gaze dropped to his lap. Oh thank cheese-its, he was wearing boxers. Or maybe she was a teensy bit disappointed about that. “Goddammit.” He stood, towering over her. “They need to