The Player's Club: Finn Read Online Free PDF Page A

looking at her sternly.
    “Are you threatening me, Ms. Song?”
    She stared into his eyes, as still as a statue. “Are you trying to impress me, Mr. Macalister?” she countered. “Or perhaps going for another cheap laugh?”
    He chuckled. “Now that was just cold.” He stuck his tongue out at her, then turned, to tug on his shorts.
    He’d miscalculated. His muscles screamed at him, and he grimaced at the pain. “Damn it.” His shorts caught on his thighs. This was getting awkward. He looked at her. “I don’t suppose you can help with this? I’m a little injured, here.”
    She sighed deeply, but walked over to him, putting her hands on his waistband.
    “This is so odd,” he remarked, trying to feel less helpless by joking. “Normally, most women would be trying to get these off.”
    “I’ll just bet,” she responded, and tugged the pants up the rest of the way, to his waist. “But I’m not most women.”
    He stopped her, putting his hands lightly on her forearms, keeping her close to him.
    She was beautiful, he thought. A mix of Amerasian, Chinese, maybe a little Hispanic. Her eyes were deep brown, so dark they were almost black, and her hair black and glossy. Her cheekbones were high, her eyes almond shaped, her lips like plump, luscious raspberries.
    Her expression was as determined as a Sherman tank.
    “Sorry,” he said. “I’m not trying to be a jackass, here. I tend to joke when I’m feeling boxed in. You were trying to show me who’s boss, and that sort of thing inevitably makes me want to push buttons. Still, the naked thing—” he shook his head “—was inappropriate, and I apologize.”
    She looked surprised. Then she smiled.
    “It’s okay,” she said, her voice warming. “It could’ve been worse.”
    He paused a beat. “So it’d be wildly inappropriate for me to ask you out to dinner, wouldn’t it?”
    “Finn, did you hear a word I said?” she said quietly. “Your dad’s given me a direct order to get you out of the Player’s Club.”
    “You’ll still need to eat, though, right?”
    She laughed. He liked the sound of it—low and rich, like a brush of mink against his skin. “My job is to make you quit the Club…and from what I’ve seen, you’re not going to just go along with it. So I’m probably going to be making your life a living hell until you do what I need you to do.”
    He grinned. “You’ll try, anyway. But I’ve got some skills.” He winked again. “So you do your best, and we’ll see who wins.”
    “I don’t play games,” she murmured, but he could see it, the light of battle in her eyes. The challenge.
    He felt his heart rev for a second, his body tingling, just like it did when…
    He smiled as awareness hit him.
    Just like it did before his favorite challenges.
    “I’ll be seeing you, Finn,” she promised, then she walked away, her determined stride still ruthlessly sexy.
    “I sure hope so,” he said. “Let the games begin.”

3
    TWO DAYS AND three thousand miles later, Diana thought with disgust, and her stomach danced nervously whenever she so much as thought of Finn…and considering Finn had become her topmost priority, she couldn’t help but think of him often.
    It would help if you didn’t think about him naked, though.
    She closed her eyes, resisting the urge to put her head down on the steering wheel of her BMW. She needed to have sex. Why else would she be so distracted by a superhot, superrich, superspoiled pretty boy, who had never worked a day in his life?
    Without warning, a vision of him, nude, his body cut like a Greek sculpture, popped to the forefront of her mind, and her whole body flushed with desire.
    Yeah, why would you be attracted to that?
    She got out of her car and slammed the door with unnecessary force. Even if her current task was to ruin his fun-filled life, he wasn’t her type.
    And God knew, she wasn’t his type. Although she wasn’t quite sure what that type was, now that she thought about it.
    And he