Mischief in Miami by Nicole Williams

Author:Nicole Williams [Williams, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Anthologies, Contemporary, New Adult & College, 90 Minutes (44-64 Pages), Collections & Anthologies
Amazon: B00OGYZH86
Published: 2013-03-10T13:00:00+00:00

IT WAS A dress. A nice one. The price tag had been removed, but I didn’t need it to know that Daniel had spent five figures. It was red, curve-hugging, and cleavage-showing. Mrs. Silva really did know her husband. It was a gorgeous gown, something I could have picked out, but as I got ready the next night for our dinner date, it stayed in the box.

If I wore that dress, it would be a mini-surrender. It would be a victory, and I couldn’t give him that victory yet. I had to keep him motivated, and if I caved even a bit, he would believe the ball was back in his court.

Which it wasn’t.

With men like Daniel, I had to keep them in such a crazed state that when the time came, I could dictate the time and location of our “consummation,” and they wouldn’t only be there, they’d be there bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Keeping the Target motivated, crazed, and eager to please was the very crux of the Eve business. Spontaneous sex or giving-yourself-to-the-moment didn’t get husbands caught cheating on film.

A few minutes before eight, I punched a message into my phone: That whole if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again doesn’t work with me. As I hit send, I imagined Daniel’s expression when he read it and allowed myself a smile.

I’d just slid into my heels and was heading for the door when his reply came: That’s where your opinion and mine differ.

Cocky, cocky, cocky bastard. If he wasn’t an Errand, I would never, in this life or the next, let him near me.

However, it was an Errand, so I needed to shelve all of my personal thoughts and feelings on him. An Eve didn’t successfully close an Errand unless she checked personal at the door when she was working. And she didn’t stay in the business for long if she didn’t repress personal a good portion of the time when she wasn’t on the job.

Once I’d made my way through the foyer, I found a black Bentley waiting for me outside. A driver waited with the back door open.

“I suppose you’re waiting for me?” I said as I approached.

“I was told I’d be picking up a beautiful woman in a red dress,” the driver replied, “but I’m sure Mr. Silva won’t complain if I’ve got the wrong woman.”

I gave him a smile as I slid inside of the car. “I’m sure he wouldn’t.”

Before the driver closed the door, he paused. “So, which one are you? The right or the wrong woman?”

I looked him in the eyes and answered, “Both.”

“Sounds like Mr. Silva’s a lucky man,” he added with a laugh before closing the door.

In fact, Mr. Silva’s luck was about to run out.

Not even ten minutes later, we pulled up to a familiar place. The line winding around the side wasn’t as long as it had been on Friday night, but still, The Pleasure Room was busy.

I couldn’t believe the son of a bitch had brought me there for a dinner date.

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