Forbidden Knight Read Online Free
Author: Jecca Bartlett
skin, if Justus were licking her...her legs threatened to buckle.
Eva pushed the thought away and stood to face him. "Don't," she warned him, "just don't. That's not happening either."
Ignoring the alarm bells being set off by her animal instinct to push him down on the bed and impale herself on him, she looked into his eyes and said "Enough, Justus just... enough. Stop fighting it, it's like one of those finger puzzles, the more you struggle, the harder it will be. "
She looked into his eyes and held his gaze, "It's just work. You do your job, I'll do mine. That's all." And I'll do my best to keep my hands off you she thought, but wisely, didn't say.
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The team bus was jammed. You'd think that with the kind of money riding on things they'd have, like six buses or something. But you'd be wrong, they had one. It just barely accommodated their players. Just barely. The bus was nice enough, just really jammed. And it might as well have said "He-Man Wimmen Haters" on the front door.
It was the ultimate boys clubhouse, leather sofas in the front and back, with bunks above them, room for a dozen more guys sleeping in the middle, and in the back another leather sofa with bunks above that. Flat screen TV's were stationed in several spots, and there was plenty of food. Tons of bananas, stacks of chips, homemade cookies from someone. And coffee. And a lot of booze tucked into the ice barrel next to the sink.
"Where should I put my stuff?" Eva asked.
"I guess here, at the end of my bunk."
"We're sharing, right, that was the deal?"
"Yup, couldn't ask someone to not take the bus anyway, so you're in with me sweetheart."
"Excellent, what could possibly go wrong?" Eva mumbled.
"What?" Justus raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing. Nothing. I'm going into the bathroom to change." The bathroom was surprisingly clean, and Eva managed to slip into a track suit she had brought to sleep in. Even shorts and a t-shirt would be too risqué with this crew.
"Nice, is that velour?" Justus said as he stroked the fabric on her arm.
"Shut-up, it was the least sexy thing I could find," she swatted at his hand.
"Well, it worked. Totally not sexy. We're in this bunk here, might as well hop in. I'm gonna go up front and play some cards."
"I'll go too."
"No, seriously, I'm right here, I won't do anything", he made air quotes, "naughty, but please don't hawk me here on the bus. The guys are already calling you my nanny, and we'll be lucky if none of them calls us out to the press. Just um, read or something, I'll be in later. You can sleep closest to the wall, less risk of falling out, or...being pinched by a random passing hockey player."
All of her life Eva had worked for people who often clearly had no idea what her job was like, even though they made the decisions. It had made for a lot of bad policies that were implemented by people who had no choice. Like when the cashier is told to confiscate a customer's credit card, or decline a return.
This reminded her of that. Obviously no one at the insurance company had thought very carefully about how she would fit in on a team bus with a dozen hockey players and their coaches. But this part of it was her job, making it work.
She crawled into the bunk, and laid there, staring at the ceiling of the motor coach that she was about to call home.
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Justus sat squished against the booth seat in the front of the bus. He had just folded his hand because he wasn't paying attention to the game, and he was deep in thought.
About her. About Eva. Who'd have thought she'd turn up? His dad and her mom had been married so briefly when he and Eva were teens. He had never forgotten her.
She was just as lovely as he remembered, soft and round, not all pointy edges and sharp plains like so many of the girls who he had dated. Not that there was anything
Eva pushed the thought away and stood to face him. "Don't," she warned him, "just don't. That's not happening either."
Ignoring the alarm bells being set off by her animal instinct to push him down on the bed and impale herself on him, she looked into his eyes and said "Enough, Justus just... enough. Stop fighting it, it's like one of those finger puzzles, the more you struggle, the harder it will be. "
She looked into his eyes and held his gaze, "It's just work. You do your job, I'll do mine. That's all." And I'll do my best to keep my hands off you she thought, but wisely, didn't say.
**************************************************************
The team bus was jammed. You'd think that with the kind of money riding on things they'd have, like six buses or something. But you'd be wrong, they had one. It just barely accommodated their players. Just barely. The bus was nice enough, just really jammed. And it might as well have said "He-Man Wimmen Haters" on the front door.
It was the ultimate boys clubhouse, leather sofas in the front and back, with bunks above them, room for a dozen more guys sleeping in the middle, and in the back another leather sofa with bunks above that. Flat screen TV's were stationed in several spots, and there was plenty of food. Tons of bananas, stacks of chips, homemade cookies from someone. And coffee. And a lot of booze tucked into the ice barrel next to the sink.
"Where should I put my stuff?" Eva asked.
"I guess here, at the end of my bunk."
"We're sharing, right, that was the deal?"
"Yup, couldn't ask someone to not take the bus anyway, so you're in with me sweetheart."
"Excellent, what could possibly go wrong?" Eva mumbled.
"What?" Justus raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing. Nothing. I'm going into the bathroom to change." The bathroom was surprisingly clean, and Eva managed to slip into a track suit she had brought to sleep in. Even shorts and a t-shirt would be too risqué with this crew.
"Nice, is that velour?" Justus said as he stroked the fabric on her arm.
"Shut-up, it was the least sexy thing I could find," she swatted at his hand.
"Well, it worked. Totally not sexy. We're in this bunk here, might as well hop in. I'm gonna go up front and play some cards."
"I'll go too."
"No, seriously, I'm right here, I won't do anything", he made air quotes, "naughty, but please don't hawk me here on the bus. The guys are already calling you my nanny, and we'll be lucky if none of them calls us out to the press. Just um, read or something, I'll be in later. You can sleep closest to the wall, less risk of falling out, or...being pinched by a random passing hockey player."
All of her life Eva had worked for people who often clearly had no idea what her job was like, even though they made the decisions. It had made for a lot of bad policies that were implemented by people who had no choice. Like when the cashier is told to confiscate a customer's credit card, or decline a return.
This reminded her of that. Obviously no one at the insurance company had thought very carefully about how she would fit in on a team bus with a dozen hockey players and their coaches. But this part of it was her job, making it work.
She crawled into the bunk, and laid there, staring at the ceiling of the motor coach that she was about to call home.
**************************************************************
Justus sat squished against the booth seat in the front of the bus. He had just folded his hand because he wasn't paying attention to the game, and he was deep in thought.
About her. About Eva. Who'd have thought she'd turn up? His dad and her mom had been married so briefly when he and Eva were teens. He had never forgotten her.
She was just as lovely as he remembered, soft and round, not all pointy edges and sharp plains like so many of the girls who he had dated. Not that there was anything
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