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  Table of Contents

  Tempt the Playboy

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Epilogue

  Tempt The Neighbor

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  Acknowledgments

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  Editor Emily Lawrence

  Formatter CP Smith

  Dedication

  To A.C. who changed my life with one word!

  Chapter One

  Kaleigh

  Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound coming from my sister’s room makes me turn over and check the time. “Five-thirty,” I groan into my pillow where I cuddle back into the heat of my cocoon. The first thing I did when I moved in with my sister was have blackout curtains installed. Oh, and a lock on the door. I like to sleep naked, so having my ten-year-old nephew and six-year-old niece walk in while I’m sleeping is not something we want repeated. I close my eyes, but it’s only six more minutes till I hear the beep again. I pull the covers over my head and think about how my life has changed in the last six months.

  I was a single girl enjoying her life. I was finally my own boss thanks to having my own yoga and Pilates studio. Something I’d worked my ass off for since I was eighteen years old. Fuck, I was pushing yoga when it wasn’t even a popular thing. I still lived at home, which was how I could afford the down payment on the studio. Everything was smooth sailing, till I got that dreaded phone call from my sister, who was hysterically crying from her car.

  Cheated on me. Those were the only words I could remember hearing, the only words that mattered. Her spineless weasel of a husband had cheated on her. And if that wasn’t enough, he had banged their ten-year-old son, Gabe’s, teacher and tutor. He obviously payed her for more than just her tutoring. So I grabbed everything of his that I could, brought it down the stairs, and tossed it on the front lawn.

  Lauren pulled up to the curb right when I started walking to the back. I came from the side of the house with the gasoline container in my hand. I poured it all over his clothes, walked over to Lauren, and handed her the packet of matches.

  “Let’s burn this motherfucker down.”

  We sat there on the lawn watching it all burn, till one of the neighbors called the fire department, who rushed out, three full trucks, lights blaring in the night, an EMT, and one police cruiser. We watched the flames rising up from the pile of everything that he owned before the whole mess was drenched in water.

  Needless to say when the scumbag showed up some time later, the fire department had just finished putting out the last of the fire. His clothes were now turned into ash. The only things that had survived were some of his golf clubs.

  While he pulled his hair with his hands he started yelling, “This is the final straw. Lauren, she is not to go near my children.”

  I sat there on the stoop of the house they’d built a home in while my sister sat there next to me. Her eyes blinked and she looked far away.

  “You slept with Carmen.” Was the only thing Lauren finally said. “That was the final straw.”

  “Pencil dick.” It just came out, and his head whipped to me. “You heard me.” I raised myself from my sitting position. “She gave you two children, not one, dick weed, two.” I pointed my finger at him. “Kept the fucking house clean while you went to wet your dick. Take a look around.” I motioned with my hands. “You lost it. Buckle up, cowboy, we’re coming for the farm.”

  His eyes pinched together, taking in my threat. “What does that even mean?” he asked, looking from me to Lauren.

  She stood up, walking over to us to stand by my side.

  “It means she’s going after everything, dipwad. Now why don’t you take that sorry excuse for a two pack and bounce.” I looked over at Lauren. “I told you we should have gone to the gun range and learned how to shoot.” I grabbed her hand, turned, and brought her inside the house.

  Once the door was closed behind us, she sat on the couch. “He fucked someone else,” she whispered silently. “Sex was max one minute most times.”

  I sat next to her, my arm going around her shoulder. “Oh, honey, that was the first sign you should have left his ass sooner.”

  Her head fell on my shoulder.

  “I mean, his feet stink like cheese.”

  She nodded her head to agree.

  “His penis is meh.”

  She kept nodding.

  “He didn’t even go down on you. In a year.” I forced her to look at me. “He’s not worth your tears. Okay, maybe a couple of tears because he did give you the best two kids on the planet, but other than that, when was the last time he was actually here?”

  Her head tilted to the side as she tried to think.

  “Exactly, he was here, but he wasn’t here, and frankly you guys fucking deserve better.”

  “I do deserve better.” Her voice came out in a whisper. “Where are the kids?” She looked around.

  “Dad came to get them,” I informed her. “They’ll be back tomorrow. Because tonight”—I headed to the fridge and opened the freezer, taking out the bottle of Grey Goose she always put away—“we purge him from your system.” I took a couple of shot glasses out of the cabinet. “Or at least till you pass out.” I poured the first shot. “To assholes and the skanks who fuck ’em.”

  She grabbed the shot and downed it, then winced. “Burns.” She slammed the glass down again as I poured another shot. “To women without stains on their shirts and their hair perfect.”

  I raised a brow in question but took the shot anyway and poured another one.

  “To husbands who leave the toilet seat up and finally manscape for another woman.”

  “Oh, honey.” I placed my glass on the table. “Did he actually have a bush?”

  Tears welled up in her eyes. “That should have been my first clue, right?”

  “It should have been the first clue to run for the hills, but who are we to judge.” I picked up the gla
ss. “To bigger dicks and manscaped pubes.”

  She clicked my shot glass and downed her third shot in a row.

  “I think I’m going to be sick.” She ran from the room. That was the beginning of let’s destroy Jake. She dusted herself off all right, started doing yoga with me and spin classes. All her frustration was put into what I called revenge body.

  A knock on the door makes my head pop up. “Auntie Kay, can you do a fishtail bwaid for me?” my niece, Rachel, says from the other side of the door. “Pwease. Momma is trying on dresses.”

  I roll out of bed and grab my robe before unlocking the door. I open it and she runs in and plops down on my king-size bed. It’s a small room that fits just my bed and a dresser, but has a huge closet, so I’m okay. The bedding looks like I sleep on a cloud and that’s because I sleep with two down comforters.

  “So what type of braid do you want?” I ask her, sitting behind her on my bed.

  “One like Awielle.”

  I continue to comb her hair, making her a short mermaid braid. “Okay, sweet pea, go get dressed before your mom yells again with a warning.” I kiss the top of her head, watching her bounce out of the room. I dress after she closes the door, then head downstairs to get myself a coffee. Stopping at the door, I bring in the newspaper that was thrown on the doormat.

  I’m sitting on a stool reading the paper while my sister runs around yelling out the time limits. Today is the first day at her new job. She’s going back to work. She took a job as a temp, not what she was looking for, but it’s better than nothing. I know she’s a nervous wreck because she’s been nonstop pacing without even realizing it.

  I’m in my yoga pants trying to enjoy my second cup of coffee, my loose sweater falling off one shoulder. I’m not wearing a bra, because, well, frankly I’m not in the mood for it. My perfect size B cups are not going anywhere. “How do you remember this stuff?” I ask her while she starts putting the breakfast plates into the sink.

  “It’s magic. Once you become a parent, you’ll get a brain,” she tells me with a smirk.

  “Then what happened to Jake?” I smile back while taking a sip of my now almost cold coffee.

  “Okay, I take that back. Once you become a mother, you get a brain. I mean, I don’t think all men are dicks. Look at Dad,” she tells me while she puts the milk back in the fridge and picks up the cereal box, putting it back into the cupboard. Her phone alarm sounds again. Another thing, my sister is OCD with being late. “Two minutes, guys!” She even has different alarm sounds.

  “Aren’t you going to be late?” she asks me while she grabs the lunch boxes and walks to the door with the kids.

  I fold the paper in half. “Nope, I have a client at ten-thirty. We are doing yoga in the park today. Become one with the earth and all that.” I finish it off with Namaste hands while she walks out with the kids to go to the bus stop.

  I check my phone to see what else my day has in store for me. It’s not like I can’t afford to be in my own place; it’s because this is where I belong for now. I take in the house and how it’s changed since that fateful day eight months ago.

  I snap back to the present when I hear the bus honk its horn. I walk to the living room where I move the coffee table to the side and start with my stretching moves. Lauren walks back in, admitting that she’s nervous.

  “You are going to go in there and kill it. And if you don’t”—I shrug my shoulders—“then you don’t. What’s the worst that can happen? You fall face first in your boss’s crotch?”

  She glares at me, throwing her hands in the air.

  “Don’t forget, the kids are off the bus at two forty-five. Did you set an alarm?” she asks me.

  “Yup, on my internal clock.” I roll my eyes at her. “Stop stressing. It’s going to be fine. You are going to be late if you don’t leave now.” I usher her out the door. “Don’t forget to play nice and make friends. Friends who are nice and hot and have big dicks!” I scream after her as she gets into her car and closes the door.

  Mrs. Flounder, the next door neighbor, gives me the thumbs-up, clearly in agreement with me.

  I wave at her while she backs her car up, honking once when she drives forward.

  “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Mrs. Flounder asks me from her side of the yard.

  “It sure is.” I nod, agreeing with her. “You know what would be better? Being chased by the hot UPS guy who keeps coming around. I bet you he has a huge package in that truck of his.”

  Mrs. Flounder throws her head back and laughs. “Honey, if I was a little bit younger I’d definitely find out what type of services he offers.” She winks at me.

  “That’s what I’m talking about.” I point at her. “I’ve got to get ready. Have a great day, Mrs. F.” I wave at her, going back inside and getting ready for the day.

  Chapter Two

  Noah

  My feet pound the pavement as I finish off my ten-mile run. It’s something I usually do in the mornings, that’s if there isn’t anyone in my bed. I usually burn off more calories than running. I get home just as my neighbor and best friend, Austin, is rushing out of his apartment building.

  “Hey.” I stop and jog in place to not cramp up.

  “I’m fucking late. Why didn’t you call me?” He checks his watch while he waits for his valet driver to get there with his Porsche.

  I shake my head. “I just figured you’d be busy. Didn’t you have a date last night?”

  Austin and I have been best friends since we were in kindergarten. Our parents were both criminal lawyers, so we were always with our nannies. Of course, no one could top Austin’s nanny, Barbara, while I kept getting different nannies every week. Until I was old enough to fire them myself and hire whoever I wanted. By the ripe old age of fifteen, I had gone through thirty nannies, and at that point, I was hiring them to teach me everything they knew about sex. And let’s just say I was their prized student. That was until my parents found me fucking my last nanny bent over the pool table while she was wearing my mother’s shoes. We still laugh about it today; well, at least he does. I usually just sit there and groan.

  “Nah, I was swamped at the office. I got to go. My new temp starts today,” he tells me, putting his Ray-Bans on.

  “Dear God, how many is this now?” I ask him, knowing full well he must be on at least his tenth. “You need to chill out and just go with the flow.”

  “Look who’s talking. You’re on your twentieth of the year,” he informs me, making me smile.

  “Yes, but mine didn’t leave because I was an asshole.”

  “You had sex with most of them and then didn’t even blink an eye.”

  “Hey, no strings, it’s my policy. I’m a lone wolf,” I tell him, smiling. “Anyway, I have to go. The partners are having a meeting today. Something about a sexual harassment suit, and guess what, it wasn’t even me. Boom, motherfucker.” I make an explosion with my hands, running backward till I turn around and continue my run to my house. I live in a great neighborhood, an up and coming, chic, modern one, where all the houses are three stories high. I notice the house next to me just went on the market. I grab my phone and snap a picture and send it to Austin.

  Would you be my neighbor? I press send, running up the stairs two at a time, entering my code into the lock.

  He texts me back right away,

  Yes, I need to get out of my place.

  Then call the girl. If she’s hot, I’ll come with you to visit. Maybe she can come over, give me an estimate.

  I just hit a bus.

  Holy shit. Are you okay?

  It’s the last text that we have. I wait a second till I don’t see the three dots with the bubbles. I whip off my shirt, which is drenched from my run. Thirty minutes later, I’m knotting the blue tie that goes with the blue custom Italian suit. Shrugging on the jacket, I run my hands through my hair, grabbing my phone and keys and heading out to my new Mercedes convertible, black with a deep red interior. I take off toward my law office. You
see, I learned from my parents that criminal law is more work than I care to put in, so I’m a corporate lawyer. Nice, easy, simple, or at least most of it is.

  I pull up to our law firm, Coco and Associates, sliding into my reserved parking spot. The law firm was started some forty years ago by the founder Leonard Coco. He started the firm with just himself. He did family law, but now we handle it all from family law to criminal law, to immigration law, to environmental law. I was lucky enough to sign on as partner last year. I make my way to our fortieth floor office. I walk past the new receptionist, who is young, blond, and looks really willing, just my type. I greet her with a side smile and a wink.

  “Good morning, gorgeous.” Her smile shows me that by Saturday her legs will be wrapped around my neck.

  Walking to Harvey Rhinaldi’s office, one of the partners, I smile at his secretary. “Good morning, Ruth, you are looking fine this morning.” The office door is open, so I just walk in. “Harvey, you must have the best looking girl in the office.” I face Ruth, then return my gaze to him while he picks up his cup of coffee. He has been the top family law attorney of the city.

  “You know she’s ninety, right?” He puts down his cup while I sit across from him.

  I fix my tie. “She’s not ninety, she’s top seventy. Okay, maybe seventy-five, but—”

  “You’re insane. It’s a good thing that we’re good friends because one of these days, you’re going to spread that seed of yours and I’ll have to defend you in front of the judge by confirming that you’re actually human.”

  “Hey.” I point at him. “I like to shoot my seed, I just do it in plastic, or her mouth.” I shrug. “And can we not curse me with this whole having a child, please?” The frame on his desk shows he’s happily married with three point five kids. “Besides, it’s my duty to make sure all women are taken care of. I think I took an oath somewhere.”

  “Oh, I know all about the oath. Trust me, but after a while it gets old. You’ll see you’ll meet that one girl and she’s going to grab you by the fucking balls and never let go.”

  “I really fucking hope she grabs me by the balls daily. Fuck that, in the morning and the night.” I wink at him. “Anyway, I have Luca starting today. I’m fucking excited. He graduated top of his class from Harvard Law. He’s going to be a great addition to my team.”

 
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