How to Misbehave (Camelot 1)
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“You can’t sit still.”
She wrinkled up her nose. “We’re in an unusual situation. I’m a little … apprehensive.”
He threw her a grin. “Don’t go busting out the big words on me.”
“Oh, sorry. It means—”
“It’s okay, I know that one. Fancy word for ‘afraid.’ ”
This smile was shy and fleeting. “Yeah.”
“I’m pretty harmless. We should play Twenty Questions or something. Truth or Dare. Get to know each other.”
Her eyes widened, and then she started to cough. The coughing got the best of her. She had to cover her mouth with her hand and double over, giving Tony a view of her slim back.
The polo shirt was made of thin, smooth cotton, and one of her bra straps was twisted, making a knot beneath the material. What kind of bra did Amber wear? Plain white cotton? Black lace?
He could ask her, but she might pass out.
When she sat up, her eyes were red-rimmed, the lashes all clumped together. No smeared mascara, though. No makeup.
She didn’t need it. Not with that olive skin, those big eyes in her sweet face, and that mouth that gave him way too many dirty ideas.
She’s a nice girl. Probably looking for a husband.
Not for you.
Tony rubbed his palms together. “So how’d you get this job?”
“I just applied for it. After college. I mean, I worked at the desk for a while, and then I applied for this job.”
“Did you want to be a … whatever you are?”
“Program director.”
“You in charge of everything—who uses the gym when and what time the pool is open and that big Halloween party and all that?”
“More or less. I did my degree in sports management, and this was kind of what there was, if I didn’t want to move. It was either this or be, like, a high school coach, and I’d have to be a teacher for that.”
“You didn’t want to be a teacher?”
“No.”
“See, I’d have guessed that was right up your alley. Bet you got straight A’s in school.”
Her expression soured.
“You did, didn’t you?” he asked. “Honor roll and everything.”
A nod.
“And you went to college. Where’d you go, OSU?”
“No, to the Naz.”
“You’re a Nazzie?”
The Nazarene college in Mount Pleasant was for serious Christians. The students weren’t even allowed to dance, much less kiss.