Page 51 of Miss Behaved
Right, girl. Keep telling yourself that.
I’m going to need some rules for tonight if I’m going to keep my hormones in check.
Don’t think about Carson’s rock-hard body.
Don’t fantasize about kissing Carson’s pillow-soft lips.
Under no circumstances should you act on any of the thoughts that disobey rules one and two.
Carson’s pale blue eyes find me across the room, and my heart races at his grin. Darn it. This is not working.
What was I thinking? That storming into his room and begging for him to take me would somehow get him out of my system? Like simply knowing that he’s grown into that masterpiece of a body wasn’t enough. I had to also discover how he can freaking work the heck out of it.
No, my body really did not need that information. Because now the double-crosser wants to jump him every chance she gets. Pressure throbs between my legs with one glance, and I have to sit down to tamp it.
Maybe this is why Luce is such a sex fiend. Once you’ve had a taste of the good stuff, is there ever any going back to the vanilla? Because whatever Carson did to me in his room is nothing like just scratching an itch. This man turned my lady bits into his own personal groupies.
Finally, I spot my target, and it gives me something to take my mind off Carson and his hummingbird-powered tongue. Grace had slipped me a card a few minutes ago with the next name on the list, and as the murderer in this role-play scenario, I’m about to take another one out.
I’d like to take Vance for a little role-play session later.
No!
I really need to get it together.
Slipping through the crowd, I nod at the few people who catch my eye. They don’t expect me, being the grieving niece of the first victim, and I play it well.Freshman year drama teacher Mr. Bates, take that.I’m no floundering fish out of water in the right setting.
Yhani slips out into one of the empty alleys and doesn’t see me coming. Her red dress swishes at the knees as she hums and heads toward the other room.
Not today.
“Gotcha!” I tap Yhani on the shoulder, and as she spins in surprise I hand her a small red card. “Sorry.” I shrug.
“Monica, you saucy little she-devil!” Yhani smiles. “I never would have guessed.”
“No one ever does,” I say with a proud grin. “Now hurry and lie down so I can find you.”
Yhani flaps the back of her hand against her forehead and pretends to go down gracefully. “Dead.” She smiles.
I peek over my shoulder to make sure no one spotted me, and then I let go of all my pent-up sexual frustration in a dramatic scream.
“No, it can’t be!” I pretend to be taken aback when people start piling into the fake alley. “Another one!”
Whispers and gasps catch like wildfire through the crowd, and I tell them I spotted someone ducking into the makeshift speakeasy just as I found her. They begin to thin out and tally up who was inside at the time of my scream.
A shiver runs down my spine, and a flood of heat washes over me before my eyes meet a wicked gaze in the doorway of ballroom number one. Carson tips his head to the side, looking suspiciously from Yhani to me.
If a look could undress me, that would be the one that does it.
“Why, Cookie,” he says as I approach him. “Once again finding yourself at the center of all the trouble.”
Casually dropping my eyes to the fly of his pants, I know that he’s right in more ways than one.
“I don’t know what you mean by that, Mr. Craven.” I wink at him, brushing my hand along his shirt to feel the hard lines of his stomach as I walk past.
There goes rule number one.
My defenses are slipping, and I’m not sure we can be alone together without ending up doing the naked dance in his bed.
