Wild Girls Rule
by Rosalie Lario
Everly Brothers #1
Publication Date: September 29, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Wild girls get what they want…
After moving to New York City, Hailey Thompson lands a job as the assistant to her older brother’s best friend – and her childhood crush – Andrew Everly. Seeing Andrew again both thrills and terrifies her. The lighthearted boy she remembers has grown into an impossibly handsome man, but he’s also become a cold and ruthless businessman.
When Andrew agrees to hire Hailey as a favor to his childhood friend, he still thinks of her as the fresh-faced girl that he knew growing up. On the contrary, she’s all woman. Temptation in a short skirt. As alluring as she is though, the little beauty is far too flighty for a man like him…not to mention that he’s her boss.
As Andrew secretly struggles with his self-control, Hailey does everything in her power to crack his rigid façade. After being forced to spend a weekend away together on business, Andrew’s rigorously sculpted mask of discipline begins to slip, and Hailey gladly takes advantage of the opportunity to educate him in the ways of seduction. He can claim all he wants that he likes his women elegant and controlled, but Hailey knows a dirty little secret…when it comes to matters of the heart, wild girls rule.
Slowly, he leaned forward. The movement slid her hand just a fraction higher up his thigh, and she held her breath.
His lips stopped just inches from hers, so close his warm, whiskey-scented breath fanned her skin. They trailed to her ear, grazing the surface of her skin and sending a shiver down her spine. Her stomach tightened from his proximity, from the urge to feel his body rub against hers.
“I can’t say I’m not tempted,” he whispered into her ear. “Because I am. Very much so. But you and me, that would be a very bad idea.”
“Why?” she whispered back. Her voice came out thin and shaky, but she was past the point of caring.
“I have nothing to offer you. And you deserve better than that.”
Leaving her to process his words, Andrew sat back and dug into his pocket. He pulled a few bills out of his wallet and set them onto the counter.
“Go back to your room, Hailey.” His eyes met hers. “Get some sleep. We’ll forget any of this ever happened.”
He rose from the bar and left.
Her body trembled with shock as she turned to watch him go. He wanted her. She knew it. She’d seen the desire in his eyes.
How was it possible that he could just walk away?
No. I don’t think so.
Not without talking about this. Not without a better reason than he had nothing to offer her.
She wasn’t asking for anything more than hot sex. And there was no doubt in her mind he was more than equipped to give her that.
Rising to her feet, Hailey rushed out of the bar, leaving behind the soft, muted roar of the ever-increasing crowd.
She caught up with him as he entered the elevator, and slipped inside before it closed with just him inside. Anger took over.
How could he so nonchalantly walk away?
“Hold on now,” she said.
He straightened to his full height, eyes wary.
“Who are you to tell me what I do or don’t need?”
“I have news for you, Andrew.” Her feet glided toward him, and his back hit the wall. She came to a stop inches away, rising to her toes so she could better meet his eyes. “I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m a grown woman who can make her own decisions.”
He sighed and leaned his head against the wall. “Hailey, I—”
“That includes whom I do or don’t sleep with.” She poked her finger into his firm chest. “And if I want to have a night of meaningless fun, I’m perfectly entitled to do so.”
His eyes flashed with heat. “I didn’t say—”
“So, if you’re going to turn me down, give me a better reason than you have nothing to offer me.”
She jabbed her finger into his chest again. “Because all I want from you is sex.”
Andrew let out a muffled curse and grabbed her wrist. The spark of heat in his gaze flamed into a blazing inferno. He tugged, and she went tumbling forward. Right into his arms.
The warm slide of his chest against hers made her gasp for breath. When his arms closed around the small of her back, her heart thumped a furious rhythm. She locked gazes with him, unable to tear herself away from the emotions raging in his eyes.
“You should know better than to ask that of me,” he whispered, his voice low and hoarse.
“Why?” She let herself relax against him, let her hips move forward to press against his. He was hard and hot down there, and he oh so definitely wanted her. If the arousal pressing against her stomach hadn’t told her so, the muscle ticking in his jaw would have.
She reached up to trace the hard line of his chin, the strong bridge of his nose. Down to his full, kissable lips. How many times had she imagined doing just that, kissing him until he went crazy for want of her?
“It’s okay, you know,” she said. “To let yourself go every now and again.”
He sucked in a breath and his eyes lowered down her body. The tension between them rose to unbearable levels, making every nerve ending in her body tingle with awareness. He was weakening, she could feel it. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
“I can’t,” he whispered.
Slowly, his gaze rose back to her lips. The conflict pouring from him was almost palpable.
“It’s a bad idea,” he murmured.
She gave him a sexy little grin. “Sometimes the bad ideas are the most fun.”
His gaze grew softer, desire curling in his eyes. Darkening them to luscious pools of heat.
About the Author
Rosalie Lario is the author of the contemporary romance series, THE EVERLY BROTHERS, as well as the paranormal romance series, DEMONS OF INFERNUM and THE FALLEN WARRIORS. Rosalie double majored in Anthropology and Classics as an undergraduate student, and briefly considered becoming an archaeologist before realizing they don’t actually live the life of Indiana Jones. So what was a classical geek armed with a lot of useless knowledge to do? Become a lawyer, of course!
After attending law school in Florida, she practiced real estate law for several years before finally admitting to herself that negotiating contracts wasn’t nearly as fun as dreaming up stories. When not writing, you can find her on a boat somewhere along South Florida’s waterways, chasing down a rainbow or pretending to be a pirate.