Touched By Midas (SEALs Going Hot Book 4) Read Online Free Page A

bathrooms, back stage, or any convenient place were a thing of the past. So too was indulging in the perverse pleasure of wiping the arrogant grins from the handsome faces of men wanting to sleep with a celebrity type. As much as she loved eating men for breakfast and picking her teeth with their untrustworthy bones after dinner, she’d left those bad habits the moment she freed herself from her parents’ off-kilter orbit.
    True, the guys she’d destroyed used her for bragging rights or to get a chance at meeting her father, and stomping on them with her kitten heels felt immensely satisfying. But the hunger her cruel actions fed nearly consumed her not long ago. If she hadn’t left the limelight, who knows what sort of malicious person she might have become. She sure as hell wasn’t Mother Teresa yet, but she was making a genuine effort at improving how she behaved and lived her life.
    She glanced at Midas and instantly hated herself. Her mouth watered just from taking in the sight of his high-and-tight ass.
    Midas and his buddy strolled, confident and proud, into O’Malley’s. Both wore long sleeved shirts, jeans, and western boots, and each bore a look of mischievous scamps on their handsome faces. There the similarities between the two ended.
    Midas, dark curls reaching boyishly below his ears and clean shaven, stood several inches shorter than the other man, whose shoulder-length blond hair matched his beard and mustache. Where the taller man’s build leaned toward long and slender, the well-defined muscles on Midas’ average sized frame made him appear thicker, more robust.
    Either man would make for nice arm candy, as well as a tasty midnight snack after a long night of wining and dining. Any single woman hunting for one hundred percent pure American beefcake could stop her search when these two entered the room. Yet, for all the consternation Midas provoked within her body and mind, perhaps because of it, he was the one she found herself gravitating toward.
    That she even thought of Midas in terms of desirability caused a warning knot of distress to tighten in her belly. She’d worked too hard creating and nurturing a normal life where people knew her only as that nice teacher lady. And the full-of-himself SEAL who probably thrived on adrenaline and being the center of everyone’s attention was a slippery slope waiting to escort her back down an enticing path of debauchery and man-eating. Didn’t all SEALs crave the world’s adoration?
    The two men’s gazes swept the entire pub, whether for security reasons or looking for someone, she couldn’t be sure. When the SEAL’s attention cruised in her direction and he spotted her, his Mediterranean blues flashed, then darkened. One corner of his lips lifted and curled, producing a sultry smile meant to singe her panties.
    She had to give the guy credit. He knew how to make a woman’s heart stop. The heated look he dished out promised passionate thrills he most likely could deliver. If she had the tiniest interest in sampling his sexual prowess, that all-knowing, let me show you a thing or two grin of his would have done her in.
    Luckily, she’d seen that look a thousand plus times in the mirror. She owned the come hither smile. If she had a dollar for every time she’d used it to bag and eventually trample on her prey, she’d be as rich as her father.
    “I think it’s time for me to hit the road. This place is getting a little too crowded for my taste.” Angie placed her empty glass beside the pitcher and pushed back from the table. Susan grabbed her hand as she prepared to stand.
    “Stop. Right. There.”
    The clipped, commanding tone in Susan’s voice could have come from a four-star admiral. Little wonder students behaved perfectly in her class. A teacher with a voice like hers would make even hardened criminals in prison think twice before disobeying one of her orders.
    “I brought you here to meet guys, and honey, the men of the century just