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Authors: Nina Crespo

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Naughty Little Wishes (Birthday Dare)

BOOK: Naughty Little Wishes (Birthday Dare)
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Opposites attract. Enemies
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There’s nothing personal stylist Tabitha Drake loves more than pissing off Andrew Bode. He’s uptight, he refuses to agree with her on
anything
, and she loathes the hideous brown suits and red power ties he wears. The man even hates
ice cream
. How can her best friend work for a man who hates ice cream? But the absolute worst thing about Drew? He’s sexy as hell, and she’s totally and ridiculously attracted to him.

Military contractor Andrew Bode is convinced he and Tab will never get along. Unfortunately, the infuriating—and sinfully tempting—stylist is his ticket to a major account. The only way to get what he wants is to agree to Tab’s terms: a style makeover. However, Drew has a few terms of his own, most of which involve her naked in his bed. But neither of them are prepared when their lust-fueled hostility turns into something altogether unexpected...

Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Find out where it all began…

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2015 by Nina Crespo. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Edited by Kari Olson and Heather Howland

Cover design by Heather Howland

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ISBN 978-1-63375-192-7

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition January 2015

For those who courageously face their demons and strive to win the battle.

Chapter One

Andrew Bode swore under his breath. Why was she in town, and what the hell was she doing in his lobby?

The face of the guard at the security checkpoint filled in the details. He felt the man’s pain.

Double-shot whiskey trouble flipped dark auburn hair over her shoulder and propped a hand on her hip. Stilettos added length to toned legs. A teal dress hugged feminine curves. A light Texas accent sang through her words. In her wacky world, opinions masqueraded as reason. Rules didn’t exist. Rational choices? Hell no.

He’d learned about Tabitha Drake the hard way.

His security contractors lived and worked throughout the United States and around the world. A weeklong training exercise at Bode-Wynn’s headquarters in the Cape two months ago provided the perfect opportunity for some of his elite team to socialize with friends and bring their significant others to a barbeque.

Unable to join them for a full day at the park, he’d stopped by before his meeting. From the moment Ethan had introduced her as a close acquaintance of his girlfriend passing through on her way to Dallas, they’d stood on opposite ends of every issue imaginable. Android versus Apple. Aggies versus Gators. Charcoal versus gas. He’d mentioned not eating sweets, and she’d argued the virtues of eating ice cream for breakfast.

A habit she obviously didn’t indulge in often. The skimpy shorts and cropped tee she’d worn provided tantalizing views of smooth skin. Still, she’d pushed the point, practically making love to the spoon as she devoured strawberry ice cream. His weakness. He’d awakened more than once over the past weeks with a raging hard-on, dreaming of her breasts covered in his favorite dessert. And him licking away every damn drop.

His cock swelled. Irritation simmered. He had a company to run. Races to win. He didn’t have time to screw around with Tabitha Drake.

Two people in front of him and four behind grumbled about the delay. He could have bypassed this step, but he and Devin agreed, as the heads of the company, they would set the standard. Bode-Wynn International had a rep for tough procedures, allowing them to win prime government and private security contracts.

The guard held up a makeup bag pulsing with vibrations. “What’s in here?”

“Calm down and read what it says.” Tab pointed. “Naughty Little Wishes
.
Are you with me?”

“Oh, I’m with you.” The guard pulled pink, furry handcuffs from a designer bag.

A woman in line snickered. “I guess somebody’s not getting their afternoon special.”

That’s it.
His staff had better things to do than watch her for entertainment. Drew cut the line. Alarms blared as he set off the metal detector.

“Mr. Bode.” The expression of the guard holding the goods morphed from amusement to solid professionalism. “We heard a buzzing noise, sir, and I found—”

“I know exactly what you found. Take her to your office.”

“You’re detaining me? I’m not carrying anything illegal or dangerous.”

The guard led her away, and a familiar feminine scent—arousing, seductive, accusing—lingered.

Drew breathed a curse. This had nothing to do with the damn barbecue. This was about her raking up shit in his backyard and trying to get away with it. He turned to the other guards at the x-ray machine. “Clear this line. Now.”

Everyone snapped into orderly action, including the employees in line. Assured security had the situation under control, he stalked to the office. The guard left the room and shut the door behind him.

Tab folded her arms and her breasts swelled. A glimpse of sheer lace and the flawless fit of the dress invited him to fill in the blank about what else she wore underneath. Not a thing, or the skimpiest panties known to man. She glanced at her things lying on the desk, and her green eyes narrowed with a defiant stare.

What was she up to? Makeup-shaped sex toys, furry handcuffs, condoms with the words “Bite Me” stamped on the packages. A vision of her cuffed, writhing in ecstasy under some faceless guy rolled in like a bad storm. Her best friend Jasmine had flown in from Texas to check on Bode-Wynn’s employee wellness program. Tab had probably stopped by to tell her the juicy details of her latest escapade.

He held up the cuffs. “What the hell is this—your new hobby?”

Tab smiled as if she’d swiped the keys to every thought in his mind. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”


Don’t antagonize him.
Jasmine had made her promise. Friends since the age of seven, she knew her too well. Right now, Jasmine probably sat at her desk, spidey senses on overload, wondering why she hadn’t made it upstairs.

She would have missed him if the guards hadn’t played show-and-tell with her purse. Or if she hadn’t stared at him in the parking lot, but she couldn’t help it. A month ago, when Jasmine described him as the serious type, she’d neglected to add on man candy. Tempting, infuriating man candy.

He’d shown up at the barbecue in a suit and tie, supposedly on his way to a meeting. His too-busy-for-fun attitude grated on her nerves. He’d actually gone into health-nut speak about not eating junk food. Really? At a freaking barbecue? Darn right, she’d dropped ice cream on her boobs when he’d said he didn’t indulge in sweets. He needed someone to shock him into the real world. He had too much potential not to have a life.

His broad shoulders and lean waist screamed he had a hot body, but he hid wonderfulness underneath snoozefest brown suits and white button-down shirts. And why the red power tie? So overplayed. With his cockiness and natural presence, he didn’t need a crutch. If he were one of her style clients, she’d make sure to highlight all of his best assets.

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