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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He meets my eyes, his dark ones glinting with amusement. “You have beautiful eyes.”

I also have great tits and a pert ass thanks to endless squats, so kudos to him for noticing my eyes. Even if we did have to fuck twice first.

“I’d thank you if I thought you meant it.” Not that he’s getting off easily. I take my hand from his and rest it on my lap. “You still haven’t told me while you’re here and you passed your two minutes some five minutes ago, so I’m going. I have to get to work.”

I get up and head for the door of the coffee shop, but he’s quicker, and he pulls open the door for me. Any guy who opens a door for me makes me melt a little, even if the guy is Tyler.

“Thank you,” I offer.

“You’re welcome. Although it should be noted the only reason I held the door open was so I could stare at your ass as you walked through it.”

And it’s gone. “Prick.”

He jogs to catch up with me as I angrily stalk down the sidewalk. Why didn’t I drive to the coffee shop? Oh, yeah. My clever ass decided that driving when the sun is out is a stupid idea and I should embrace the early spring sun.

Not only is it colder than it was when I got to the coffee shop, but it’s also starting to rain.

“Liv. Get in,” Tyler orders, opening his car door.

I stubbornly hold my purse over my head. “I’m fine.”

“It’s about to piss it down. Get in the fucking car before I shove you in it and smack your arse for good measure.”

I purse my lips. He just keeps on climbing the prick ladder, doesn’t he? Never mind how much the thought of him smacking my ass thrills me.

I climb into his Mercedes with a heavy sigh. A forced, heavy sigh. No one can sigh when they’re sitting in a car like this. Leather seats, different drive modes, built-in GPS, a high-end radio, a million and one buttons on the dashboard…

Holy shit. This car must cost more than I’ve ever earned in my life.

I’m not blind to the money the Stone family possesses. I know Tyler won’t be taking over his parents’ business, so I assumed he was no richer than the majority of Seattle. Apparently, I assumed wrong.

“You look exactly like Dayton did when she got in my old car for the first time,” Tyler laughs.

“And how is that?” I turn to him. Damn, he’s handsome when he laughs.

“Like you’re afraid to touch anything. You can sit back, you know. The chair won’t break, and neither will the seatbelt if you put it on.”

“Shut up,” I mutter, settling back. Just as I do, the sky opens, dropping big, fat raindrops onto the car. My mouth drops open, and I can feel Tyler staring at me.

“Now aren’t you glad I offered you a ride?”

“You didn’t offer as much as force.” I turn my face to him and give him a small smile.

“True.” His lips mirror the curve of mine. “Where are you going?” He turns the key and the engine roars to life.

“I already said. Work.” I click my seatbelt into place, my eyes fixed on the dash as the GPS flickers to life and all the buttons light up. “What do these all do?”

“Drive modes, the radio… I don’t have a bloody clue about the rest. I bought the car because it’s nice, not because it has more buttons than a female body.”

I roll my eyes. Of course a totally innocent question would end up with a mention of a female body or something sexual.

I don’t reply, and the car fills with silence as we head toward White Stag. I’m too exhausted to be at work today, but the afternoon and early evening shift is easy. Five hours, and no rush until eight p.m., when everyone’s done having dinner. Perfect.

My phone rings and I dig it out from my purse. My agent’s name is glaring at me. “Hey.”

“Liv! I’m so glad I caught you before your shift. I have news.”

I shift. “Good or bad?”

“Good! I’m happy with your edited photos from your last shoot, and I’ve picked out my favorites for you to look over. Are you free on Monday? At two?”

I run over my shifts in my head. “Sure. I’m working at six then.”

“Perfect. I’ll pencil you in. It won’t take long. I’d like to get them finalized and sent off.” The shuffling of papers comes down the line. “And—oh! I have another shoot for you. What are you working over the next two weeks?”

“Um, I’m not sure. I can get the schedule before my shift starts today and let you know.”

“That’d be great. It’s not a huge shoot, but it’ll be big enough that it could open a few doors. So I’ll let you get to work and I’ll see you on Monday. We’ll discuss the shoot then, too.”


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