British Bad Boys by Nancy Warren

Author:Nancy Warren [Warren, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Anthologies
ISBN: 0758210434
Google: mOmUwv-rnAkC
Amazon: B001SARBUI
Barnesnoble: B001SARBUI
Goodreads: 361537
Publisher: Brava
Published: 2005-12-31T11:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“R ight, then,” George said, as though calling a meeting to order. “What will you have to drink?”

Meg was certain she must have played darts sometime in her life. There were vaguely related family members and old friends of her parents who’d been into British pub style rec rooms, and the odd bar she’d visited that included a dartboard among its attractions. But if she’d ever thrown a dart at a dartboard, it hadn’t made much of an impression.

Maxine hadn’t lied. The woman was a menace. George was too busy making jokes and being charming to bother aiming. Still, he did a great job. Played the game with the same focus as Meg’s Aunt Martha and Uncle Bert gave to their weekly bowling team.

She was the odd one out. The only player who tossed darts the way she might throw a penny into a fountain.

“It might help if you opened your eyes next time, Meg,” George offered.

“Right.”

“Honey, it’s not a paper airplane,” Maxine reminded her after her next round. It seemed Max didn’t like to lose, and her new teammate was pretty much making losing inevitable.

“Arthur,” Maxine finally wailed. “We need you.”

He was there in a gratifyingly short amount of time. “What seems to be the problem?” His voice was low, rough, and sexy. She felt it rumble through her like an earth tremor.

“Meg’s never played darts in her life.”

“I told you I’m terrible,” she reminded Max.

“I thought you were being modest. Arthur, can you help her?”

Meg shot her new friend a fierce glare. It must have been obvious to everyone that Maxine could have given her some coaching. She was the best player of the bunch.

As though having read the annoyance in her eyes, Maxine said, “I can’t teach things. Arthur’s good at that.”

Warm hands settled on her shoulders, sending heat and sexual awareness flooding through her. “Relax,” he said in her ear.

“Are you kidding? Maxine will have me clapped in the dungeon if we lose.”

“I’ll come and rescue you if she does,” he said into her ear so only she could hear. “Though it might take me a while. The thought of you tied up and helpless gives me ideas.”

He wrapped his hand around hers, the one holding the dart, and showed her how to aim, how to throw. With his help, her dart actually hit the outer rim of the actual dartboard. She was delighted.

“Arthur, you have to be on my team. We’re losing.”

“All right.” And like that, they had a new team member and she had Arthur sitting so near her their thighs touched. Under the table he placed his hand on her knee and then trailed his fingers higher, bringing her to aching life.

When it was her turn to throw he turned, looked deeply into her eyes, and said, “Think of something you really want, and aim for the center.”

What she really wanted was to be naked in his arms, his body deeply and completely connected to her own. Her desire was reflected in his eyes.

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