Night and Day. Andie J. Christopher

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      Copyright © 2018 by Andie J. Christopher

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      First Electronic Edition: September 2018

      eISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0696-7

      eISBN-10: 1-5161-0696-2

      First Print Edition: September 2018

      ISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0699-8

      ISBN-10: 1-5161-0699-7

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      Dedication

      To my aunts.

      Acknowledgments

      I want to thank all of the readers who picked up the One Night in South Beach series, and wanted more heat from Miami. The bloggers and reviewers who took the time read, review, and pimp my books rock so hard! I don’t comment on reviews, but I read them, I learn from them, and I’m grateful for each and every one.

      I would be remiss if I didn’t thank Robin Covington for emergency jam sessions over Skype. She’s the best, just the best.

      Thank you, Jennifer Herrington for making my words sparkle and shine. And being the best cheerleader ever. Thank you to the Lyrical marketing team, Michelle, Kimberly, and Lauren for helping me bring these books to the widest audience possible. Thank you to Martin and Alexandra for believing in this series.

      Finally, thank you to my mom, who deals with the discomfort of reading dirty words penned by her daughter in order to be my #1 fan.

      Chapter 1

      You can leave your clothes on the chair was the last thing Letty Gonzalez expected to hear on her first day of a new job. When she’d been rather forcefully thrust into starting her own business, she’d had no idea that nudity would be involved. If so, she’d started the wrong kind of business. That was more her sister, Elena-the-swimsuit-model’s area of expertise.

      Perhaps she was in the wrong place? She’d double-checked the address her new—and first—client had sent her via e-mail. But maybe she should have had a phone conversation with the guy first. If so, she would have known that his voice was so deep and angry sounding that it would send a jolt of electricity straight from her ears into her girl parts. More importantly, she’d have realized that this wasn’t a run-of-the-mill personal assistant or organizational job—that sexual favors would have been expected.

      “I’m not—um—that’s not what—I think there’s been some confusion.” Her mouth was so dry. Why was this giant warehouse space in the design district the one place in Miami with no humidity? And, dear God, why was it so hot? She was glad she hadn’t worn a white blouse, because it would be pitted out right now.

      Everything was hot and dry, except for in her underwear, because her client was insanely good-looking.

      “What’s confusing?” The man sitting on a stool behind a table hadn’t even looked up at her; he’d just barked at her to enter and told her to get naked. Letty had never had to resort to sex work to make ends meet—at least not yet—but she wondered if all hooking was this impersonal. “Take off your clothes and get your ass on the platform.”

      “I mean—”

      He made an impatient noise through his teeth. Sort of like a growl mixed with a sigh. He rubbed his temples with the thumb and forefinger on one of his large hands. That’s when she noticed the bottle of bourbon sitting next to him. And the two fingers of amber liquid in a glass right next to that.

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