Free Undercover Lover by Tibby Armstrong Page A

Günter read his lips as he asked her if she wanted another.
    She tossed back her hair and smiled up at him. “What’s your name?” she mouthed.
    “Chad,” he answered.
    “Jenny.” Her eyes sparkled with sexual energy and there was no mistaking her expression. The girl wanted to get laid.
    Chad took the opportunity to drop his arm neatly behind Jenny’s back and used it to palm her backside and press her close. Jenny giggled up at him and Günter saw red. Before he could rearrange the guy’s face, Chad stepped back and said, “I’ll get you that drink.”
    As luck would have it, he approached the bar near Günter. The bartender, busy with the crowd, would take a while to serve him.
    “I see you’ve met Jenny,” Günter said.
    “Huh?” The kid looked at him, a half-annoyed half-bemused expression adorning his vapid but conventionally handsome features.
    “Are you two dating?” Günter asked.
    “What are you, some kind of pervert?”
    “No, but I know her brother.” It was the truth, but even if Chad told Jenny in class on Monday, she’d think the kid was lying.
    “So?” Chad held up two fingers to the bartender, who didn’t notice.
    “He has me follow her sometimes. I make sure she doesn’t besmirch the family name. Cover up any problems she creates.” Now he lied. Sort of.
    The kid’s lip and brow curved into a whatever sneer. “Yeah, right.”
    Günter pulled back his jacket and wiped the disrespect right off Chad’s face with a glimpse of his sidearm.
    “Um. Yeah. All right.” The kid backpedaled. “What d’ya want? Want me to leave her alone?”
    “That depends on whether you want me to leave you alone,” Günter answered, letting the jacket fall so he could take a sip of his whiskey.
    He’d never seen anyone make it through a Friday night crowd so fast. Günter was still chuckling to himself when he turned around to find Jenny. Standing on tiptoe, she scanned the bar for her conquest until she realized she’d been ditched and the hopeful smile turned tremulous.
    He saw the moment her internal monologue started—probably something daft about being unattractive—and the change in her expression just about killed him. For the second time that evening he approached her before he thought about his actions.
    “You’re too good for him,” Günter said in her ear and she whipped around to face him.
    At least the color returned to her cheeks.
    “Did you chase him away?” she asked. “I thought I saw you talking to him.”
    Answering that question was liable to get him into more trouble than even he could handle.
    “I think he’d had one too many.”
    Willing to believe the lie, Jenny nodded, but muttered to herself, “I’m going to die a virgin.”
    Günter read her lips and braced himself against a possessive surge of lust that unfurled his cock so fast he saw faint black spots. “What’s wrong with that?”
    Mortified, Jenny groaned, but she was tipsy enough to talk. “I’m the only girl in my dorm who doesn’t have regular sex. Or any sex.”
    “Sounds to me like you live in a brothel,” Günter replied and expected a slap that never came.
    Instead Jenny blinked up at him and started to giggle. The titter turned into a full-blown belly laugh. When she caught her breath she replied, gasping, “Yeah. I do. A total brothel.”
    Günter smiled, and her expression darkened though the light never left her eyes.
    “You’re really sexy,” she breathed. “I’d rather sleep with you than Chad any day.”
    His stomach somersaulted in response to the sucker punch she drove to his dwindling reserves. Then he remembered she was drunk. Even if she wasn’t Jenny Ainsley, it was out of the question for him to take advantage of a woman who swayed on her feet the way she did right now. He needed to get her into a cab and back to her dorm. Eyeing the bar, he saw he’d never get her across the room without alerting her to his intentions.
    “Would you like to dance?” he asked as a