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The Playboy’s Dangerous Bet The Men-Hater Club
LIVAn hour later, sitting in a corner booth at The Static while bass hammers through the floorboards and crimson strobe lights slash across the dark room, my skin still feels like it’s on fire.Every time I blink, I see Klaus standing barefoot on the heated floor of his penthouse without a shirt on.I see the hard, sculpted lines of his chest, the pale scar across his ribs, and the white hospital bandage wrapped around his corded left forearm. I can still feel the powerful thud of his heart beating against my palm when he pinned my hand to his chest.I rub my palms furiously against the denim of my jeans under the table, trying to scrub the lingering heat off my skin."I’m talking to you, Liv," Gia snaps, sliding two overflowing margarita glasses across the sticky black table between us. "If you’re going to stare at the wall like a zombie, you could have stayed home with your laptop."I blink, pulling my focus back to my best friend.Gia has swapped her daytime leather pants for a s
The Playboy’s Dangerous Bet Watch Me Do It
KLAUSAnd because I want you.The words hang in the quiet air between us.Pinned between my bare arms against the marble bar, Olivia stops breathing altogether.Her dark-brown eyes go wide, her lips parting on a silent intake of air.Beneath my right palm, where I still have her small hand trapped flat against the center of my bare chest, her fingers tremble like a live wire against my skin.Even with the thick wool of her hideous brown coat bunched between us, I can feel the sudden spike of her body heat.She didn't expect me to say it out loud.Hell, five seconds ago, I wasn't planning on saying it either.I was planning on playing it cold.I was going to stand behind the bar, pour myself a drink, and watch her squirm while she tried to figure out how to salvage her little ninety-day spy game now that I own her fiancé’s company.Then the elevator doors slid open, and she saw Camilla.Ten minutes ago, my floor manager used her security clearance to bring the weekly Velvet Tears cash
The Playboy’s Dangerous Bet Because I Want You
LIVI don't know why I’m standing here in front of Klaus’ building. Twenty minutes ago, I was sitting on a cold concrete step at Northwestern Memorial, listening to Ben panic over the phone about a mystery shark buying fifty-one percent of his company.Any rational woman would have gone home, locked her door, and figured out a new plan from the safety of her couch.Instead, I walked straight out of the hospital, flagged down a cab and shoved the matte-black keycard Klaus never took back from me into the slot of his private elevator.My heart is beating fast as the floor numbers climb toward the fiftieth floor.I am not here because I want to see him.I am here because less than twenty-four hours ago, I stood inside this exact elevator and swore I wouldn't let him touch me if he were the last man on earth. And his response was to buy my fiancé’s entire publishing house out from under him.The elevator glides to a stop at the top floor.I square my shoulders, ready to march out onto th
The Playboy’s Dangerous Bet No Right of First Refusal
LIVInside the stairwell, the silence stretches it feels like a wire about to snap.Gia stands backed against the concrete wall, staring up at Julian with every drop of color drained from her face.For three seconds, I’m terrified she’s going to break right in front of him.I should have known better.Gia would rather swallow live coals than let a man see her bleed.Slowly, her chin jerks up. A brittle, razor-sharp smile cuts across her painted mouth."A girlfriend," Gia echoes, her voice remarkably steady even as her fingers curl into fists against her faux-fur coat. "Wow. Five whole months? Somebody call the Vatican, we have a miracle.""Gia, don't—""Save the speech, Julian," she snaps, shoving past his shoulder toward the downward stairs. "Tell the lucky girl I said congrats on the charity work. And next time, buy her a smudge-proof lipstick so you don't look like a clown in a hospital corridor."She doesn't wait for the elevator.Her stiletto boots clatter rapidly down the concre
The Playboy’s Dangerous Bet It’s Over For Good
LIVThe wooden door of Room 412 swings shut behind Gia.For two seconds, nobody inside the recovery room moves.Dad is frozen with a half-eaten cannoli in his hand, and Claire is staring wide-eyed at the side of Julian’s neck."Damn it," Julian mutters under his breath.He reaches up with his free hand and rubs his thumb roughly over the upturned collar of his white undershirt coming away with a faint smear of dark burgundy lipstick on his skin.He doesn't even stay to put the food on the table. He drops the steakhouse bag and the folded newspaper onto the vinyl armchair by the door, spins on his heel, and strides straight out into the corridor after her."Oh, boy," Dad sighs, leaning his head back against his pillows. "Here we go again.""I should go make sure hospital security doesn't tase both of them," I say quickly, setting Dad’s reading glasses down on his tray table. "I’ll be right back."I slip out of the room and hurry down the quiet fourth-floor hallway toward the elevator
The Playboy’s Dangerous Bet You Missed a Spot
LIVTwo hours later, as I step off the fourth-floor elevator at Northwestern Memorial with my father’s overnight duffel bag slung over my shoulder, Klaus’s voice is still echoing against the inside of my skull like a low current of electricity.When I finally take that dress off you, Olivia... I won't stop.After he hung up on me, I spent forty-five minutes wiping my laptop’s cloud drive clean, revoking every shared link Ben ever set up, and moving my manuscript files onto an encrypted external thumb drive that currently lives at the bottom of my zippered coat pocket.It didn't make me feel any safer.Because Klaus didn't sound like a man who just lost his surveillance feed.By the end of the week, you won't be hiding your pages from me. You’re going to be sitting across a desk handing them to me yourself.What the hell did that mean?Why would I ever hand my manuscript to the owner of an underground strip club?I shake my head, trying to clear the static from my brain as I round the
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