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Chapter One

Advertising executive extraordinaire, Prada shopaholic, and all-around tough-as-steel LA Mia Appleby could put a good spin on anything, but waking up in the bed of a man when she’d only s

Apparently, you could take the girl out of the trailer park, but you couldn’t take the trailer park out of the girl She hated that, but she’d long ago accepted it—in her avid appreciation of the hter

Never a dip-her-head-in-the-sand type of woman, she faced the music She opened her eyes, took in the pale pink June dawn streaking across the skylight above her, and blinked, which turned into an involuntary squeak of surprise when the vieas suddenly hampered by a head

A male head

A gorgeously ruht carahty trouble in it

God, she was a sucker for wicked, and with that bad-boy motorcycle of his and those let-me-do-you eyes, this man so fit the bill

“Hey,” he said in a roughvoice that ith the dark stubbled jaw and bed hair as he slid his body over hers, pinning her to the s, which spread hers

In spite of herself, her body tightened No doubt, he was stop-the-presses hot He had a body for sinning, of which they’d done plenty last night

All night

Oh, boy

He’d ht in town she’d welcoht they’d pulled onto their street at the same time, she in her car, he on his motorcycle

Check

Wearing battered jeans and boots and a leather jacket

Check!

Looking extremely tall and leanly muscled and full of mischief

Check, check, check!

Instead of more cookies, she’d offered him a drink, which they’d shared at his place

And then, because she’d had a shitty day, because she’d been feeling down and ith it, because he’d looked as good as a long, tall drink of water, she’d given hiether: a horizontal one

And it’d been spectacular

Her job in advertising was high stress Her life was high stress, and while she was very much on top of her universe, she occasionally felt the need to let go, to relax Soood tactics, such as a good man, for instance And sure, occasionally thatsex Why not? It was iratification, she enjoyed variety, and there were no calories involved

Sure, it ht have been a bad decision on her part that this hbor and therefore on her home turf, but she couldn’t resist Besides, she’d intended to leave his bed beforehim that while he’d been fun, there’d be no repeats

After all, she rarely repeated

But then he’d kissed her again, and oh, God, was he good at that And noas looking at her, with that two-day growth on his lean jaith that bed-head hair that should have been so silly but she just wanted to sink her fingers into Those ht into her, a fact that rattled her enough that she pushed at his chest “Move,” she said

He s a playful nibble out of her throat, a lovely, sexy little nibble that had her eyes rolling into the back of her head and little zaps of sexual energy zinging all her happy spots

Of which, apparently, she had many “Get up,” she repeated

“I aed his up part against her

In spite of herself, she clutched at hih jaw brushing her skin, the scent of him…

Focus, Mia “Listen, big guy, I have to work—”

His hand stroked up her body and cupped a breast

Her bones dissolved “Stop that—”

His thumb rasped over her nipple “Mmm I love your body”

And she loved the touch Toointo action, she scra off the bed When her feet hit the floor she whirled around, looking for her clothes, which had been wildly and carelessly scattered the night before There was her tweed skirt on the floor, thetop draped over a lamp She stepped into the skirt, pulled on the top, slipped her feet into her heels Her bra…where the hell was her bra?

“Here,” he said, and she whipped around to face him

He’d rolled onto his back and scooted up against the headboard, one arm up and behind his head Man, oh man, she could have just looked at him all day

Except that he irling her lace Wonderbra around his fingers, watching her with an expression of vast amusement

The blankets were long gone, tuainst his tanned skin, pooled low on his hips, not quite covering his EMH

Early-Morning Hard-on

She heard the words in Sugar’s soft Southern drawl and shoved them ruthlessly to the back of her mind After years of hard work, none of Mia’s south showed, not an ounce of that trailer-trash upbringing She’d made sure of it

She snatched her bra froers “Thank you”

“My pleasure” His voice was still low and sleep-rough From this close she could smell hih to have her nostrils quivering for more

He shifted, and those six-pack abs she’d had so ht rippled

Oh, da If only the sheet wasn’t tented, if only he’d show a single sign of wanting her to get out, this would be so much easier She folded her bra and slipped it into her skirt pocket as she looked for her panties

He let out a slow smile “You fold your underwear?”

Forget her panties She walked to the door

“Hey, it’s cute, that’s all A little uptight, maybe But cute”

She reached for the handle

“Ah, don’t go Let et you some breakfast” He slid out of the bed and walked toward her in all his lory

“I don’t eat breakfast”

“Everyone needs breakfast” His everyher thoughtfully frorabbed his jeans off the floor and slid them on

Sans underwear