What do you do for them?”“I am just interning this summer but am traveling with the CEO. She’s having dinner with one of the coaches. I was tryi...ng to find a pick-up game but stopped in for some food. What about you two? Are you working at a camp or just taking summer classes?”“Our football camps don’t start for a few more weeks but we’re working on conditioning and crossing a few classes off the list. If we’re in classes, then the room and board are covered as part of our scholarships. Last. As he drew closer, he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume and hear her playful giggle as she chatted with a friend. But, just when he was about to pat her on the shoulder, he heard a woman scream. The sound came from behind him and he turned quickly. Had someone noticed him approaching the young woman? Maybe they thought he was about to attack her? Then she screamed again."My purse, my purse. That man just stole my purse."Ryan looked in the distance and saw a blurry figure moving through. . BOING. She was looking me right in the eye. I recognized that look, boy did I ever. This dame wasn't just after my signature on her book flyleaf, she wanted my signature on her bod.Fire engine-red hair and an out-of-fashion voluptuous, yes, zaftig build. Dangerous curves ahead. My type. Yes, definitely.So I signed her book. "To a very special reader, a reader I could relate to..." And I managed to slip one of my business cards between the pages, a card that unfortunately lacked the phone. Cheating on her husband was bad enough but with a seventeen year old — and one of her students at that? Mike might not be as attentive as he should be and his lovemaking was certainly inferior to that of her youthful paramour, but she wondered where this was all going. She couldn't believe she had allowed herself to be seduced that evening in the teacher's lounge and by a boy. Well, maybe a boy in one way, but certainly not in many others. Chico was a stud — and knew it. He had gotten into the.