Wild The Complete Series – Wild Attraction, Wild Temptation, Wild Addiction (Wild #0.5-2) Read Online Emma Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Wild Series by Emma Hart
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Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
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“Right. So why do you think he’d want to talk to me?”

“I’m thinking on that.” She sips her coffee again. “Maybe he wants to take you on a date.”

“Hell to the no.” Panic jolts through my body. “I’m not going on a date with him. Ever. Dates are stringy.”

Day rolls her eyes. “And so is some cheese, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Tyler is not string cheese.” And the oddest sentence award goes to that one.

“No, he’s just the cheese.”

“I’m not following.”

Where did the cheese come from again?

“Not all cheese is good cheese. String cheese is good cheese. Maybe Tyler is string cheese before it turns into string cheese.”

I blink at her. She’s lost me. Totally. “Um, sure. But he’s not my string cheese. I don’t even like string cheese.”

“Of course you don’t. You don’t appreciate good cheese.”

“Can we stop saying cheese now?” I raise my eyebrows, and we both laugh. “I don’t know why I called you. This conversation has gotten me nowhere,” I sigh.

Dayton chews on her bottom lip. “Well, our conversations rarely go anywhere that makes sense. But to answer your original question—I assume it wasn’t rhetorical—no, I don’t think Aaron would be happy to choose a new best man.” She smiles.

I sigh. “I was afraid you’d say that.”

“And no, I’m not getting a new maid of honor. You two will just have to find some way to work together fully clothed.” She stands and grabs her purse. “By the way, have you planned the bridal shower and bachelorette party yet?”

Fucking bridal shower and bachelorette party.

“Almost,” I fib. “But you know I’m not telling you anything about them.”

“That’s what you say when you don’t know yourself.” She shoots me a triumphant smirk. “And don’t forget. You promised me I could take some pictures of you for my school stuff this weekend.”

Fuck.

“I didn’t forget,” I lie again.

Day merely smiles before stepping onto the sidewalk.

Right. That shoot I promised her. Surely that’s not this weekend? I mean, I wouldn’t have organized it for a weekend. Weekend is work, drink, and sex time. Not necessarily in that order.

I grab my cell and, after flipping straight to the calendar, see that she’s right. Saturday, two o’clock, Dayton’s photo thing. Dayton’s photo thing? Get a load of my technical lingo. Sigh. I suppose there’s no backing out of this, despite the fact I’ll be working until three a.m. Saturday night.

Someone coughs in front of me and I look up. My mouth goes dry. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Tyler smirks, leaning back in his chair. “I’ve never left a beautiful woman sitting alone in a coffee shop.”

“Oh, I believe you.” I drop my phone into my purse. “Luckily for me, I was just leaving.”

“Sit down, Olivia.”

My eyes immediately narrow at the use of my full name. Only my mother uses my full name. “Call me by my proper name and I’ll consider it.”

He sighs like it’s a hardship to repeat himself. I’ll give him a fucking hardship. Being stalked by his ass is as hard as it gets.

“Sit down, Liv.”

“You never said please.”

His eyes meet mine, annoyance darkening them. “Are you this annoying normally or do you reserve it for me, babe?”

“Oh, I have a special brand of annoying I keep just for assholes who won’t leave me alone, babe.” I slam my purse onto the table and sit down. “You have”—I glance at the clock on the wall—“approximately two minutes to explain to me what the hell you’re doing here when not twelve hours ago I told you quite clearly that I have no desire to talk to you.”

Tyler leans forward and rests his forearms on the table. I try not to look at his biceps. But come on. A girl only has so much willpower, and boy. He has niiiiice biceps.

“No desire to talk. Plenty to look though.” The smirk on his face pisses me off.

“Are you this asshole-ish to every girl you meet or should I consider myself special?” I throw his words back at him.

His smirk slowly transforms into a full grin that shows his dimple. “Oh, you’re special. I fucked you twice.”

“Oh, yay. Do I get a gold star?”

“If you behave, I’ll give you another orgasm.”

“If you try it, I’ll take a butter knife to your balls.” I bend forward and smack my hand on the table. “Now talk.”

“I would if it wasn’t so fucking fun pissing you off.” He covers my hand with his.

“Why are you here?” I ask, secretly liking the warmth of his palm over my fingers. Okay, I’m a hypocrite. “I thought you had a shoot this afternoon.”

“Nothing Day can’t handle herself. It’s only for a pretty, little rich boy who thinks he can take over the world.” He lifts my hand and examines each of my fingers slowly.

“Then she must be missing her model.”


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