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- Authors: Kat Baxter
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I DON’T HAVE time for a damn wife, despite the fact that my mother keeps
pressuring me to find the perfect bride. Montgomery Inc., the company my
father started five decades ago and that I now run, keeps me so busy I
barely remember what my condo looks like. I can’t remember the last meal
I’ve eaten that wasn’t from a commercial kitchen. So, no, I don’t have time
for a wife. I don’t have time to date. Most days, I feels like I barely have
time to breathe.
It’s the first night I’ve left the office before ten all month and I just want
to get home and sit on my couch. Maybe I’ll read a book. Maybe I’ll just
stare at the wall. Instead I’m sitting in a fucking traffic jam. Bright red
brake lights backed up for miles. I so don’t need this. My condo is less than
two miles from the hotel. How the hell did I get stuck in traffic in less than
What I need is a hard drink and a night with a soft woman. But I don’t
have time for that either. Right now, I’m stuck in the far right lane, in traffic
so bad, I’m practically parked by the curb.
I’m searching for a way out of this lane when the back passenger door
opens and a woman slides in. She leans forward, handing me a scrap of
I turn around and look at her. Because what the fuck is she doing
climbing into my car?
She’s neither tall nor short, but compact in the best way with curves in
all the right places. Her hair is a mass of golden curls and her eyes are a
mossy green. She smiles widely, and then raises her eyebrows as if
wondering why I am just staring at her.
“Do you speak English?” she asks.
Her voice is simultaneously melodious and husky which I don’t
understand. But my body reacts immediately, my cock twitching against my
“Can you take me to that address?”
I glance down at the paper in my hand. It’s for an address across town.
What in the actual hell?
“English?” she repeats.
I chuckle because this woman is nuts. “Yes, I speak English.”
She exhales and falls back against the seat. “Thank God.”
I glance down at the address again.
“Do you not know where that is?”
“I know. I’m just wondering why—”
A little line appears on her forehead. “This is a town car, right?”
I laugh, turning around to put my hands back on the steering wheel. “It
Before I can order her out of my car, a sliver of space opens up in the
lane next to me, so I take it, edging in front an SUV before the driver can
fill the gap. There’s a long honk of irritation, which I ignore, because at
least my car is finally moving. For only about twenty feet, but I’ll take it.
She leans forward, her arms braced on the back of the seat. “Traffic is
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