The Anaconda Downstairs (The Cocky Kingmans, #4)

by Amy Award

Christ. There it was. Anaconda. Guess I was lucky my new nickname wasn’t something cringy like Cobra Kai or Sir Hiss.

I gulped so hard Kelsey thought I was choking and slapped me on the back. I threw in a couple of coughs just so she wouldn’t catch on. I gasped and grabbed my bottle of water from my bag and took a few sips. “Choked on my own spit.” Kelsey leaned over, her eyes widening. “Is that Everett you’re texting?”