The Intern (The Dalton Family #4)(99)

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STAND-ALONE NOVELS

Even If It Hurts (Contemporary Romance)

Before You (Contemporary Romance)

The Better Version of Me (Psychological Thriller)

Lover (Erotic Romance)

Drowning (Contemporary Romance)





THE DALTON FAMILY SERIES—EROTIC ROMANCE

The Lawyer

The Billionaire

The Single Dad

The Intern

The Bachelor





THE AGENCY SERIES—EROTIC ROMANCE

Signed

Endorsed

Contracted

Negotiated





THE BEARDED SAVAGES SERIES—EROTIC ROMANCE

The Unblocked Collection

Wild Aces





MOMENTS IN BOSTON SERIES—CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE

When Ashes Fall

When We Met

When Darkness Ends





THE PRISONED SERIES—DARK EROTIC THRILLER

Prisoned

Animal

Monster





THE SHADOWS DUET—EROTIC ROMANCE

Seductive Shadows

Seductive Secrecy





THE BAR HARBOR DUET—NEW ADULT

Pulled Beneath

Pulled Within





THE MEMOIR SERIES—DARK MAINSTREAM FICTION

Memoirs Aren’t Fairytales

Scars from a Memoir





THE BACHELOR





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SNEAK PEEK OF CONTRACTED





MAX - TWO YEARS AGO





“Get up,” Brett said as he walked into his condo. He’d left me on the couch, watching the Heat game, to go to the lobby of his building and pick up the pizza he’d ordered. “We’re going to James’s.”

As he went into the kitchen and grabbed a twelve-pack from the fridge, carrying it into the living room, I flipped off the TV. The look on my face told him exactly how I felt about the bullshit he’d just said to me.

“What?” he asked.

“Why the fuck are we going to James’s?”

“I just saw her downstairs with her stylist, and they need my approval on some outfits.”

James Ryne, Brett’s newest client, had recently relocated to Miami and was renting a place in his building. America’s sweetheart had escaped LA when a sex tape came out that ruined her whole career, taking her from one of the highest-paid actresses in Hollywood to unemployable. She’d hired our company, The Agency, to represent her, and Brett was now her agent.

Just because she worked with us didn’t mean I wanted to spend my downtime with her. I hardly got any time off. My musicians were as high-maintenance as Brett’s actors. So, when I wasn’t working, I wanted to relax and chill with my buddies.

Looking at some dresses wasn’t that.

What it sounded like was fucking hell.

“And what am I?” I asked him, unsure of why he couldn’t go to her place by himself. “A chaperone?”

“You’re the fourth wheel.”

I shook my head. “Not interested.”

“Her stylist is hot as fuck. Trust me, brother.”

Brett and I had the same taste in women. If he said she was hot as fuck, then I knew she must really be something to look at.

My feet slid off the cushion and dropped to the floor. “Now, I’m interested.” I stood, taking the pizza boxes out of his hand, so he could carry the beer, and I followed him to the elevator. “It surprises me that you let the realtor move James into your building.”

Jack and Scarlett, our other two business partners and best friends, also lived in downtown Miami high-rises. But not me. I didn’t want to share walls or risk the chance of running into a client or an ex in the lobby. My fucking luck, I’d end up living above someone I’d dated, and I’d have to see her every goddamn morning at the gym.

That shit wasn’t for me.

So, I’d bought a house on the water that was only a few minutes away. I didn’t have a hell of a lot of land, but I had a direct view of Biscayne Bay, which was prettier than any of those fuckers had.

“Why?” he asked.

“You won’t even bring the women you fuck back to your place because you don’t want them to know where you live, but you’ll let James be a neighbor.”

“It’s different.”

I laughed as we stepped into the elevator, Brett hitting the button for James’s floor.

“What’s so funny?”

He’d forgotten we’d practically been brothers since we were kids. All these years later, and I could still see right through him.

“Something tells me you didn’t mind running into her.”

“Jesus, don’t start with me.”

I continued laughing and shook my head. “I’m not starting shit. I’m just saying, if a girl who looked like James lived by me, I wouldn’t exactly be pissed off about it. But you’re not me, and going down to her apartment isn’t you.”