The Player's Club: Finn Read Online Free PDF

was Thorn’s son.
    And he was five years younger than her.
    And it was utterly, completely impossible.
    Whatever the reason was, there was no chance of acting out any of the fantasies currently sneaking their way into her subconscious, so she needed to nip this attraction in the bud. Immediately.
    Now that you’ve eliminated all hope of ever getting that hottie in bed, why don’t we try focusing on the matter at hand?
    By the time she made her way along the hallways of Macalister Enterprises, she felt more in charge, more herself. Quickly, she navigated through the maze of cubicles on the second floor to a small office in the marketing department.
    Before she could figure out a plan to deal with Finn, she had to know more facts. She needed to start from the beginning.
    Diana bypassed the departmental assistant outside George Macalister’s office and went right to the source. George was chatting away on a cell phone. When he noticed her, he sent her a leering smile. “I’ll call you back,” he told whoever was on the phone with him, then he clicked the phone shut. “Well, well. If it isn’t the Hammer. I haven’t done anything that merits a visit from my uncle’s enforcer, have I?”
    What a goof. She smiled politely, then closed the door behind her, even though it was a bit like sitting in a walk-in closet. Despite the nepotism, obviously Thorn had intended George to start at the bottom, or close to it.
    “I need to talk to you privately,” she began, only to have him interrupt.
    “How privately are we talking?” He leaned forward.
    She ignored the innuendo and sat down in his guest chair. “I need to know how you found out Finn is in the Player’s Club.”
    His eyes widened, then he shrugged. Nervous, she noted, and wondered if perhaps he wasn’t making the whole thing up to try to discredit Finn. She’d heard that the two cousins used to be close, but in the eight years total she’d been with Macalister Enterprises, she’d never witnessed anything that suggested it. Of course, she tried not to keep track of the young Macalisters as the older ones kept her busy enough.
    “I know because for a while we were both involved in the Club.”
    Her eyebrows went up a fraction. “Really.”
    He scowled. “What, you don’t believe me?”
    “Why don’t you convince me,” she said, instead, then held up a hand when he looked ready to launch into another one of his lame sexual references. “Tell me everything you can about the Club, give me any type of information or proof you have.”
    “We were all sworn to secrecy.”
    “That’s touching,” she said. “And yet, I don’t care. What proof do you have?”
    “I don’t have, like, photos or anything,” he protested. “I almost had video, but the bastards—including Finn—broke into my house and took it. He helped them.”
    “I’d heard your house was broken into and that you were getting help from the chief of police,” Diana said. “So if you know who broke into your house, why isn’t Finn under arrest?”
    She crossed her arms. She was one of the Macalister family lawyers, in fact, she was head counsel. She knew when things were going on. The fact that George had done something to get the chief of police mad at him had not escaped her attention—nor the fact that George’s family had sold the sumptuous house George once used to live in, which meant they’d essentially kicked him out. The breaking and entering charge had been dropped hastily.
    If George thought he could manipulate her, he was even dumber than he looked.
    George reddened. With his pale skin and red hair, the flush was unattractive. “I didn’t have enough proof.”
    “Ah. Well, I’m not the police, George. I don’t need to make a case for the prosecution.”
    “What do you need?”
    “I need to get Finn out of the Club,” she said. “If that doesn’t work, then I could just make sure the thing is out of commission. No Club, no Finn problems. So why don’t you tell