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Tasha Baker
Matt Wilde needs a babysitter for his nephew.
At the interview, he looks at me longer than my resume.
He's flirting, and I find myself staring into his deep-set brown eyes, falling into his trap.
I keep telling myself I'm not interested…he's probably done this to all of his interviewees.
Some women want to love and be loved, but I'm not interested.
I just want a job with good benefits, and to stay out of his way.
Matt Wilde
Her beauty leaves me in awe.
Looking at her resume, she's not the best candidate for the job.
But, she’s feisty, passionate and everything I never knew I needed.
The more I'm around her, the more wildly in love I fall.
I'm ready to make her mine, completely.
She thinks my advances are a game…a conquest.
She doesn’t know I’m ready to offer her the most permanent job of her life…my wife.
Drive Me Wilde is a steamy addition to the Breathless BWWM series (however, it can read as a standalone). It's a love story between a woman down on her luck and a hot, billionaire ready and willing to give anything to see her smile. Guaranteed HEA that will leave you satisfied.
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(Excerpt)
Chapter One
~Tommy Owens~
Arrow, Colorado
The minute the landline in my office starts ringing, immediately, I know who’s calling Tommy’s Cuisine. That’s what it says on my business license and building, but it’s Tommy’s Cuisine and Cookout if you’re looking for some serious barbeque. I’ll happily sell it to you, and I wish the other person on the other end of my phone was looking for food of any kind. That would be Mahogany Jefferson, who isn’t looking for anything but time off.
She’s supposed to be here in an hour to sort through my business’ invoices, then log them into the computer before taking over for my protégé, unpaid intern and sous chef, Foreign Torres, who is currently manning a twelve-aisle burner, nearing the end of her shift. I don’t need a crystal ball to know that Mahogany’s not going to show up for work today, when I need her the most.
The pile of statements stacked in front of me on my black lacquer desk have just been growing bigger and bigger because she’s barely been here all week. The slips of paper are mocking me, along with the program that I have open on my laptop. Opening both is all I’m pretty much capable of doing as far as computers are concerned. I was born to cook, not get acquainted with the latest technology. For some damn reason, my eyes cross up every time I go beyond playing Candy Crush or surfing the internet.
It made perfect sense to hire someone else to tend to the less thrilling side of business: crunching the numbers. That would be Mahogany’s job, part-time acc
