JUST FOR FUN
There's having fun... and then there's falling in love.
The Bradfords, Book 4
It was a chance meeting, a spontaneous, hot moment, a never-to-be-repeated encounter. So when the gorgeous redhead he knows only as Sugar walks into the bar and heads straight for him, Doug "Dooley" Miller knows he's in trouble. But he's sure not going to mind.
She needs a date to some swanky something-or-other. He's a fish-sticks-and-denim guy, but for a woman who's not afraid to get naughty in an elevator, he can stand a couple days of smoked salmon and Armani.
Morgan James admits she doesn't really know Doug, but she needs him to keep her mind-and hands-off her ex. A man who, despite the fact he stole her ideas, she's afraid could charm her into repeating her mistakes. Only Doug can make her forget the weasel exists. Besides, it's just this one time.
What started as not even a one-night stand has Dooley feeling things that he's never felt before. And that's outside of the bedroom. Don't even get him started on what's happening between the sheets. Why does he have a feeling that, as far as flings go, they're doing something wrong? Then again, if they're falling in love, they might just be getting that right.
Warning: Contains a woman who knows what she wants, a man who knows what he doesn't want, and a proposition that shows them both that they've never really wanted anything like this before.
© copyright Erin Nicholas, 2012
"Okay, spill. Why do you want me to go to Chicago with you when I'm a virtual stranger?"
She licked her lips and he knew it wasn't going to take much for her to talk him into this.
"We had a fun, hot, crazy night. No strings attached. No future plans," she said.
He nodded his agreement.
"I need that while I'm in Chicago."
"Fun, hot, crazy and no strings attached," he repeated.
"Sounds great." It sounded perfect. "But," he went on "there's something you should know."
"If you tell me you have an STD I'm going to scream. Just so you know."
He grinned. "Thanks for the warning. But no. It's worse."
Her eyes widened. "Worse than an STD?"
"If you tell me you're married, you're going to be screaming."
His grin grew. He remembered this from the night of the fundraiser too. She'd been funny and he'd enjoyed the time they'd teased and talked almost as much as the time they'd spent moaning and panting. "I'm not married."
"Good. Then what?"
"I don't have any money."
She blinked at him. Then looked down at his tennis shoes, at his T-shirt and then around the bar. "You know, that's not as much of a shock as you might think."
He chuckled even though she'd basically disparaged his favorite outfit and hang out in once sentence. "You told me you like men with money."
"I do." Then she sighed. "But all you have to do is smile and I want to take my clothes off, and that's more important here."
"This is sounding better all the time."
She sucked in a quick breath as he leaned in. "I don't think I can call you Dooley in bed. Is that what most women call you?"
"That or 'oh, God'. I answer to both."
She smiled and shook her head. "Dooley sounds like a frat boy name. Or a dog's name. I'll have to call you Doug."
He shook his head. Dooley was a frat boy name. "I'll be calling you Sugar for sure." Morgan sounded like a nice girl's name. You made love to a Morgan. But you could fuck a Sugar.
"You can call me whatever you want if you tell me you can act like you have money for three days like you did at the fundraiser."
"How do you act like you have money? 'Cuz I'm not sure I can pull off acting like I'm better than everyone else."
She frowned at him. "Act…polished. Like you…know how to use utensils," she said, waving in the direction of his friends because of their earlier offer to send Kevin.
"I can probably pull that off," he said dryly. Hell, he'd spent twenty years of his life in polite society. He could remember how to pull out a lady's chair, not burp in public, tip the valets and make small talk.
"Good." She looked genuinely relieved.
"That's all you need? A date who won't embarrass you?" he asked. "Still seems you would have a lot of guys to pick from."
She stepped in closer and looked him directly in the eye. "I need a date who will be polite during the day and be downright indecent at night. Got it?"
Oh, he got it. He was undeniably the right man for this job.
She handed him a long, thick envelope. "Plane leaves Thursday at three."
"I still think there's more to this story," he said.
She shrugged. "Show up and I'll tell you everything."
Then she turned and sashayed her tight little butt right out of the bar.