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Can't Replace Him
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Sleeping with the Enemy Lie To Me
MaeI swayed to the sound of Katy Perry singing about being a strong woman as I loaded the dishwasher. Hayden asked if she could use my Bluetooth speaker to play her favorite playlist while we cleaned up the apartment. I didn’t want to be the old lady who complained about the music being too loud and told her to go ahead.It had been a long time since I had been a teenager obsessed with pop stars. Hearing her sing at the top of her lungs while she changed the sheets on both our beds took me back to days when life had been so much easier. Well, that wasn’t entirely true.I was about Hayden’s age when things started spiraling out of control with my parents. They still managed to keep their shit together, and there were good days, but there were also a lot of bad days.I was only a year older than Hayden when I met Tyson for the first time. It was hard to imagine myself that young, wanting the Tyson I knew today. Of course, back then, he had been a teenage boy himself. It was crazy to th
Sleeping with the Enemy Tell Me Everything
MaeMy mouth dropped open. “I’m not lying. A trip to Israel requires more than two days’ notice. I want to use the trip to scout some stuff for our business. But in order to do that, I need to check our inventory and see what kind of money we have.” It all sounded like some great excuses to me. I hoped she was buying it.“I think you think I won’t be okay,” she said quietly. “I appreciate you thinking about me, but I’m really going to be okay. I’m so glad you took me from Mom and Dad. I don’t want to be a burden. If you cancel your trip, I’m going to feel like a burden. Then I’m going to feel bad and get sad and depressed. Then, I might just decide it’s better for me to go back home. You wouldn’t want all that to happen, would you?”I stared at her. “Wow. You are good. Really good. I didn’t think you had it in you.”She grinned. “Did it work?”“You sneaky little thing,” I teased.She giggled. “I want you to go. It isn’t every day you get the chance to go to Israel. You cannot pass thi
Sleeping with the Enemy Impressing Her
TysonThe limo pulled to a stop outside of Mae’s building. This time, I did send a text letting her know we were there. I waited inside the lobby for her. She emerged from the elevator carrying a carry-on bag over her shoulder with her purse slung over her other shoulder and a laptop bag in one hand and trailing a suitcase behind her with the other.I sprang into action. “You are seriously packed,” I commented, taking the suitcase and the carry-on.“I had no idea what to bring and decided to go on the safe side and bring a little of everything.”I laughed. “I believe you.”The driver helped put the bags in the car before we climbed in. “I’m so excited!” she said. Her cheeks were flushed with her excitement. I was glad I got to be a part of that.“I’m happy to have you along. I think you will add excitement to what could have been a very boring trip.”“Do you know, I have never been out of the country? I’ve had a passport for years. I renew it each time and I always tell myself I’m goi
Sleeping with the Enemy She's Forbidden
TysonMae sat down on the couch while I moved to the small bar to make a couple of mimosas. I carried her glass to her and sat down at the opposite end of the sofa. She sipped the drink and smiled. “Who would have thought the jock football player in high school that pretended to be a little on the dumb side would have all this one day?”I laughed. “I wasn’t pretending.”“Yeah, right. A double major? That isn’t easy. You’re smart. I always knew you were smart. You just liked to play dumb so no one would expect anything of you.”I shrugged. “It was easier. People looked at me and saw the big, dumb jock. It was easier to just go with it than try to convince them I did have a brain in my skull.”“The people from back then would be impressed and surprised by your success. You’ve made it. You made yourself into a very rich man, or at least you certainly present yourself as such.”I only smiled. I wasn’t going to give her the details. Not yet. I didn’t like to lead with that. “I rarely think
Sleeping with the Enemy You Have Arrived
MaeI jerked awake, immediately reaching out to hold on to the first thing I grabbed. It was Tyson’s strong hand I felt on my arm. Confusion overwhelmed me. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to rationalize what the hell was happening. My head jerked forward with a painful snap.“Relax,” Tyson’s deep baritone voice washed over me. “It’s okay. We’ve just touched down. Everything is okay.” His soothing tone immediately relaxed me and gave my poor muddled brain a chance to catch up. We were on his private jet. I was traveling across the world with Tyson.I sat up straight and looked around, rubbing my hand over my mouth. “I fell asleep.”“We both did,” he answered. His hand slid up and down my forearm. “Are you okay?”“Fine, I was just a little startled. You didn’t sleep out here because of me, did you? You have your bed. I didn’t mean to make you sleep in the chair. You’re going to be all cramped up.”“I usually sleep in the chair. I’ll be as cramped as you are.”I flexed my toes a
Sleeping with the Enemy We're Adults
MaeI wasn’t sure if he was saying our room, like we were sharing a room or separate rooms. I stood out of the way, trying to take it all in. It was stunning. He was right. I couldn’t wait until morning when I could see the view of the Mediterranean Sea.“Ready?” he asked.I blinked and nodded. “I am.”We rode up in the elevator. Instead of the bellhop bringing our bags, Tyson insisted we carry them the rest of the way. He paused in front of a door and held a key out. “Yours.”“What?” I asked.“Your room. I’m right next door.”I smiled. I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved. “Thank you. Should I set my alarm for a particular time?”He shrugged. “You’re sure to be jet-lagged. Sleep in. Relax.”“No way. I want to see everything. What is your plan for tomorrow?”“We’ll go out to the dig in the morning,” he said.My eyes lit up. “I can’t believe I get to see a real archeological dig. This is truly the trip of a lifetime. Thank you so much.”“You’re welcome. Thank you for coming
Sleeping with the Enemy What Kind of Deal?
TysonI woke up with Mae on my mind. She was always on my mind these days. I quickly showered and ordered breakfast to my room before going over to knock on her door. When she answered the door, I found myself smiling at her beauty. She had pulled her hair back in a ponytail and was wearing a pair of light-colored pants and a long-sleeved shirt that was gauzy. A white tank under the shirt protected her modesty. It was simple and sexy and made me think of fucking her against the wall.“I ordered breakfast,” I blurted out.“Oh.”“Would you like to eat with me in my room?”She smiled. “I would.”When she smiled, it lit up my world. It made me feel like the only man in the world. I walked out, leading her back to my room. The breakfast was delivered minutes later, making it much easier to think about something else than the huge bed in the room.“Have you ever been on a dig?” I asked her as we settled in to eat the kosher breakfast.“No, I haven’t. I am excited to see it. Will we be allow
Sleeping with the Enemy She's a Pit Bull
TysonI wanted to roll my eyes. I didn’t. I took the offered bottle of water and quickly swallowed half of it.“Thank you for your kindness,” she said in a sweet voice.Samuel looked like he had won the lottery. I wondered if I got that same look when she gave me one of her exquisite smiles or showered me with attention. I hoped not. That was sappy. The guy looked like a lovesick puppy dog.“Are you ready to make a deal?” he asked, taking a seat behind the small desk that crowded the tiny trailer.“I’m interested in discussing a deal,” I said. “I’m not interested in the coins, but I like the other stuff. I understand selling each piece individually will be more of a burden for you, so I am willing to buy the lot.”That seemed to please him. “Great! I will give you a steep discount.” He tossed out a number and I almost choked with laughter.“Exactly what are you selling me?” I asked. “Does that include a claim on what you might find?”He scowled. “No, no. That is for the tools, statues
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