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by Ward, Penelope




  Copyright © 2019 by Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the authors’ imaginations. Any resemblance to actual persons, things, living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

  PARK AVENUE PLAYER

  Editor: Jessica Royer Ocken

  Proofreading by: Eda Price & Julie Deaton

  Photographer: Hudson Taylor

  Cover designer: Letitia Hasser, RBA designs

  Formatting: Elaine York, Allusion Graphics. LLC

  Table of Contents

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  Other Books by Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland

  About the Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Epilogue

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  Acknowledgements

  Other Books by Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland

  Other Books by Penelope Ward

  Other Books by Vi Keeland

  Connect with the Authors

  Before You Go

  Chapter 1

  Other Books by Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland

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  COCKY BASTARD

  STUCK-UP SUIT

  PLAYBOY PILOT

  MISTER MONEYBAGS

  BRITISH BEDMATE

  REBEL HEIR

  REBEL HEART

  HATE NOTES

  DIRTY LETTERS

  (Coming November 5, 2019)

  Other Books by Penelope Ward

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  THE DAY HE CAME BACK

  WHEN AUGUST ENDS

  LOVE ONLINE

  GENTLEMAN NINE

  DRUNK DIAL

  MACK DADDY

  ROOMHATE

  STEPBROTHER DEAREST

  NEIGHBOR DEAREST

  JADED AND TYED (A NOVELETTE)

  SINS OF SEVIN

  JAKE UNDONE (JAKE #1)

  JAKE UNDERSTOOD (JAKE #2)

  MY SKYLAR

  GEMINI

  Other Books by Vi Keeland

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  ALL GROWN UP

  WE SHOULDN’T

  THE NAKED TRUTH

  SEX, NOT LOVE

  BEAUTIFUL MISTAKE

  EGOMANIAC

  BOSSMAN

  THE BALLER

  BEAT

  THROB

  WORTH THE FIGHT

  WORTH THE CHANCE

  WORTH FORGIVING

  BELONG TO YOU

  MADE FOR YOU

  LEFT BEHIND

  About the Book

  * * *

  It started out like any normal day.

  Then the fender bender happened.

  The guy I collided with drove an expensive car and was drop-dead gorgeous.

  Too bad he was also a total jerk. We argued over whose fault it was and any other thing that came out of his condescending mouth.

  Eventually, the police came and we went our separate ways. The insurance companies would have to figure things out. I had a job interview to get to anyway—one I was excited about.

  Though that excitement changed to disappointment the moment the person interviewing me walked in. The guy from the accident.

  Whoops!

  Yeah, so I didn’t get the position.

  The problem was, I really wanted it. No, I needed it. Anything to get me out of my current career and back into working with kids.

  So, even though Hollis LaCroix was as intimidating as he was devastatingly handsome, I went back to see him and begged for a chance.

  To my surprise, he gave me a shot taking care of his troubled niece. At least my attraction to him wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. I wasn’t about to jeopardize my job or the strong bond Hailey and I formed. But resisting the magnetic pull between us wasn’t that simple. (Then, there was our little underwear game—don’t ask.)

  We continued to flirt without crossing the line—until it finally happened.

  This is the part of the story where we fall in love and live happily ever after, right?

  Well, life has a way of throwing some major curveballs.

  Ours was one I didn’t see coming.

  Chapter 1

  * * *

  Elodie

  Sometimes, I wished I was ugly. Maybe not giant-wart-on-your-nose, three-of-my-teeth-turned-black-and-those-are-the-only-ones-I-have, scar-running-down-my-cheek, thinning-haired-woman-comb-over ugly—because I do have to look at my own reflection every once in a while—but it would be nice to walk into a room and not get eye-fucked by every shiny-suit-wearing, stockbroker asshole in the bar.

  Do I sound bitter? I’m sorry. But downtown stockbroker bars always get to me. Aren’t brokers just used car salesmen in fancier suits? If they’re so great about picking stocks, why aren’t they home counting their thousand dollar bills earned from gold-laden investments, rather than selling advice to others?

  I was minimally grateful that tonight’s catch wasn’t a stockbroker.

  Speaking of which… My target had just noticed me. It took the leering pig a solid minute to work his way up to my face. At least this cheater looked exactly like the picture we’d been given: tall, fit, inky black hair slicked back, square jaw, imperious nose. Squinty eyes. One look, and I knew I’d walk the other way if this weren’t a job.

  My unsuspecting opponent for tonight was an attorney from the Upper West Side—an entertainment lawyer with a penchant for fucking starlets who hadn’t yet learned to look beneath the three-thousand-dollar wool suit and check for a wolf.

  Our non-refundable retainer was forty hours for this job. I’d bet money I could be done in a fraction of that time. Hmmm…maybe I will bet. Soren was always up for a little wager. Of course, it was a win-win for him since it motivated me to finish the job quickly, which, in turn, meant I was free to start another one sooner.

  Only, I hoped there wouldn’t be any more jobs like this one. I had an interview for a real job tomorrow night—one that didn’t involve getting pawed on a daily basis—and with any luck, this crap would soon be over.

  Sensing Larry the lawyer ogling me across the bar again, I fluttered my lashes as I looked up and shot
him my best you’re-a-big-rich-tough-guy-and-I’m-just-a-little-old-stupid-girl smile. Just for fun, I added a twirl of my naturally platinum hair as I hoisted my D cups in his direction. His flat-chested brunette wife had mentioned he favored blondes with big boobs.

  You’re in luck, Larry. Ring-a-ding-ding. Come and get it, you dog.

  By the time I finished texting Soren about a wager, the courthouse conniver was already at my side.

  “You look like you could use a drink,” he said.

  I bit my lip and cast my eyes down, feigning shyness for a few seconds, then raised my big baby blues to him. “I don’t usually drink with strangers.”

  He offered me his hand. “Garrett Lopresti.”

  And so it begins. Lie number one, Larry Mercer.

  Putting my hand in his, we shook. “Sienna Bancroft.”

  He didn’t let go. “Now we’re not strangers, are we, Sienna?”

  I smiled, as if flattered by his attention. As if men being attracted to long legs and a great rack wasn’t the bane of my existence. When my phone buzzed, I knew it was Soren. “Excuse me just a moment.”

  Soren: Leo just parked. He should be inside any minute.

  Elodie: I’m feeling lucky. Or should I say Larry is feeling he might get lucky tonight with Sienna. What do you say to my wager?

  Soren responded seconds later.

  Soren: Pull this job off in four hours or less, and I’ll double your fee.

  Sorry, Larry/Garrett. You won’t even be copping a cheap feel tonight. But what you will be getting…is exactly what you deserve.

  I tossed my phone into my purse and tilted my head coyly. “Did you mention a drink?”

  Sometimes I felt badly about what I did. There were two sides to every story, and we only got to hear one of them. On occasion, the women who hired us were nasty bitches. Although that still didn’t give any man the right to cheat. Walk away, Prospective Mr. Cheater. There was always that option.

  But then sometimes we got a bitchy wife coupled with a husband that took weeks to secure even the slightest hint of infidelity on camera. I might have felt a touch of guilt with those jobs. But tonight was definitely not one of those nights.

  Thirty minutes after Garrett suggested we sit in a booth so we could have privacy, his wedding-ring-indented hand was on my knee under the table. Such a slimeball. Yet I still had to play along, knowing Leo wouldn’t be able to catch the hand with his video camera on the other side of the bar.

  I wanted his hand off my knee.

  I wanted him away from me.

  So I played dirty. The camera wouldn’t be able to capture what I said.

  He’d been staring at my lips the last few minutes like he was about to devour them. I hated when any of my jobs kissed me on the mouth—or kissed me at all, for that matter. So a little push in the right direction was definitely in order. The bastard opened the door, enabling me to kick him right through.

  “So whatta you say we get out of here?” he suggested. “Go back to your place?”

  I leaned in and lowered my voice. “Don’t I get to sample the goods before I take them home?”

  “Gorgeous, you can have anything you want. What do you have on your mind?”

  “Well…” I pushed my arms tight against my sides, causing my breasts to pop up and out of my already low-cut blouse, showcasing a ridiculous amount of cleavage. His eyes followed. “My neck is very sensitive. I like the skin under my ear sucked.”

  “I can do that. But what are you going to suck for me in return?”

  I swallowed the bile in my throat and forced a smile. “Whatever you want.”

  I didn’t even have a chance to brace myself before he was on me. His mouth went straight for my neck. I let him get in a few disgusting kisses and sucks before I glanced over to where I knew Leo was positioned. He gave me a curt nod, and I shoved Larry back and lied through my teeth.

  “That feels so good. Let’s just go to my place. I’m dying to give you a good suck, too.”

  “Lead the way.”

  “Give me two minutes to go to the powder room so I can freshen up.”

  He took my hand and cupped it around his hard-on through his pants. “We’ll be right here waiting for you. Hurry.”

  “Oh, I will.”

  My departure was always well planned in advance. A few days ago, I’d stopped by the bar and found an emergency exit at the end of the hallway that led to the bathroom. Since it was at the back of the building, I’d parked my car on the street behind the bar.

  Pushing open the door, I strutted through and took a deep breath of fresh air. I was going to have to go home and shower after having that guy’s lips on me. But for now, I was done. I texted as I walked to my car.

  Elodie: Done. There’s a sucker born every minute.

  Soren responded quickly.

  Soren: Are you referring to me because of our bet or Larry the lawyer?

  Elodie: Both. Thanks for the extra cash. See you payday.

  ***

  Bang!

  Shit.

  I closed my eyes. This was the last thing I needed. I was forty-five minutes early for my interview, but that wasn’t enough time to deal with an accident. I put the car into park, being careful to leave it exactly in the position the accident had occurred, and got out. The front fender of my old Jeep Wrangler had a small dent and a few scratches, but the other car definitely bore the brunt of the damage. Its back tire was hissing and already halfway to flat. The rear wheel well had crumpled inward and pressed against the tire. The fancy-looking new Mercedes seemed to almost implode on impact.

  “What the hell? You’ve got to be kidding me.” The driver of the Mercedes got out of his car and joined me to look at the damage. He raked his hand through his hair. “Didn’t you see me? I was backing into the spot.”

  Of course. I not only hit what was probably a hundred-thousand-dollar car, but the driver had to have the jawline of a Greek god. Figures he’d be gorgeous to match his ostentatious car. I disliked him instantly.

  “I was there first. You started backing up after I’d already started pulling in.”

  “Already pulling in? I don’t think so. You tried to slip in while I was already backing up to parallel park. No one was behind me when I started.”

  My hands flew to my hips. “Oh, yes, I was. You just didn’t see me. I pulled up behind you and waited. When you didn’t move after a minute, I even honked my horn. So I figured you were just double-parked, and I was clear to take the open spot. If you wouldn’t have nailed the gas, you would’ve had time to see me and stop before you hit me.”

  His brows jumped up. “Hit you?” He pointed to his car. “I think it’s pretty obvious who hit who by the damage.”

  I ignored him. “What, were you on the phone or something?”

  He scowled. “I hope you have insurance.”

  “No. I drive around without insurance.” I rolled my eyes. “Just because I don’t drive a fancy car like you doesn’t mean I’m a criminal.”

  Mr. Mercedes huffed. “I have an appointment to get to. Can we just exchange information and be on our way?”

  I took out my phone and started to take pictures of the damage. “No. We need a police report.”

  “That’ll take an hour or two, at least. We don’t need a police report for such an obvious accident.”

  “Are you going to admit it was your fault to your insurance company? Because while you may be able to afford a rate hike, I can’t.”

  “I’m not going to admit it was my fault, because it wasn’t my fault.”

  “That’s why we need a police report.”

  Mr. Mercedes grumbled something I couldn’t make out and pulled his phone from his pocket. I assumed he was calling the police. But apparently, he wasn’t. I listened as he barked at whomever was on the other end of the phone.

  “Tell Addison I’m running late and to start without me.”

  No hi or hello. The man might be handsome and drive a nice car, but he was rud
e. He swiped to hang up without a goodbye, too.

  My face apparently didn’t hide my disdain.

  The jerk looked at me. “What?”

  “I hope that wasn’t your wife. You weren’t very polite.”

  He squinted at me. “I need to make another call. Why don’t you make yourself useful and call the police in the meantime?”

  What a dick. I walked around to the other side of my car to grab my registration and insurance information from the glove compartment. When I walked back to where Mr. Rude Mercedes stood barking into his phone again, his eyes were glued to my legs. I shook my head and dialed 9-1-1.

  The operator answered. “9-1-1. What’s the nature of your emergency?”

  “Hi. I just had an accident on the corner of Park and 24th.”

  “Okay. Is anyone hurt and in need of medical treatment?”

  I covered the phone and asked the other driver, “Are you hurt in any way? They’re asking if we need medical treatment.”

  His response was curt. “I’m fine. Just tell them to hurry it up.”

  I returned to the operator. “No, thank you. We’re both okay. Apparently the only things damaged are our cars and the other driver’s manners.”

  Mr. Mercedes scowled at me.

  I scowled right back.

  After I hung up, I held out my paperwork to him. “Why don’t we exchange insurance information before the police come? I also have an important appointment to get to.”

  He grabbed papers from his own car and pulled his license from his wallet. I took a photo of Hollis LaCroix’s ID. Naturally, he actually lived on Park Avenue—that went with the whole package. After snapping a shot of his insurance and registration, I noticed he was still examining my license when I finished.

 

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