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Bad Behavior (Sex and the Supper Club Miniseries)
Life is all about sizzle for marketing guru Delaney Phillips. She's always on the prowl for the next big thrill--or so she tells the supper club's members when they ask why she refuses to settle down. Dom Gordon, however, might prove the exception to her rule....
Sixteen years ago a boy with some intriguing rough edges dumped Delaney and left town, maturing into a huge success. Now Dom is back. And her friends predict if he's as talented at bad behavior as he is at everything else, Delaney will enjoy the fling of a lifetime!
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March 31, 2007
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Excerpt from Bad Behavior (Sex and the Supper Club Miniseries) by Kristin Hardy
Playa del Carmen, Mexico 2007
"YOU WERE RIGHT." Dominick Gordon looked over the blue waters of the Caribbean that spread around them, the wind of the dive boat's passage stirring his dark hair.
Stocky blonde Eric Novak blinked. "Excuse me?, He shifted on the bench seat to stare at his best friend.
"You were right about coming down here. This is perfect." The boat jounced a bit as it skimmed over the waves, motor roaring as they headed to the next reef. The tiny strip of land on the horizon was the Yucatan; ahead of them, larger, lay Cozumel. Paradise, Dom thought.
And for the first time in five years, he felt as if he could almost breathe. A week of swimming, diving, sleeping--after all he'd been through, it felt like an unimaginable extravagance. Almost as much as chartering the private dive boat instead of going with a package, but what was the point of success if he never allowed himself to enjoy any of it?
he'd somehow lost track of that. "So this stuff about me being right, you want to repeat that for the record?, Eric asked.
Dom adjusted his sunglasses and leaned back. "You lawyers, always worried about the record."
"Forget about the legal stuff, it's the Guinness Book I'm talking about. "First time ever, tycoon-in-training Dom Gordon admits he was wrong." "
"I didn't go that far. If I was smart, I'd still be at home working on the initial public offering." At home, where the mantle of responsibility for Gordon's Auto Centers weighed like an anchor on his shoulders.
"Jeez, will you get the IPO out of your head for five minutes? I keep telling you, all we can do right now is wait. It's the perfect time for a vacation. If you were back at home, you'd just be gnawing off your fingers for something to do. Here," Eric continued expansively, " because of my brilliance and foresight, you can take your mind off it by communing with the fishes."
"Brilliance and foresight?"
Eric inclined his head modestly. "Mother nature has been good to me."
"That's not what you said when that dolphin surprised you."
"Fickleness, thy name is woman. As you'd remember if you'd had a social life in recent memory." The dive boat slowed, approaching a lighter area of water.
"Not this again." Time off, Dom could use. Complicating his life with another woman just when he'd gotten untangled from the last one? No way.
The boat stopped and Dom zipped into the top of his wetsuit and strapped on his breathing tank.
Eric reached for his fins. "What I'm saying is, you're getting awfully damned boring these days. Have been for a while. Don't know why I hang out with you, now that I think about it."
"Because you can't find anyone else to take your money?"
"That was a marked deck you were playing with yesterday," Eric said darkly. "No way you flopped a royal flush."
"Face it, I'm one lucky guy."
"Lucky, my ass. I want to take another look at those cards."
"It was your deck." Dom pulled up his hood. "And you went through it at least three times that I saw."
"I still don't believe it."
Dom shook his head. "I can't hear you at all, buddy. See you with the fishes."
"you'd better start playing poker straight, or you'll be sleeping with the fishes," Eric grumbled.
"you'd better start playing smarter poker, or you'll be broke," Dom countered. Moving to the side of the boat, he let himself roll back into the water.
"OKAY, MUCHACHAS, WEa(tm)VE got alcohol," Delaney announced as she and Sabrina walked up to the palm-thatched palapa, each of them carrying a handful of cups pressed together. The other five members of the Sex & Supper Club were flopped out on towels or chaises, somnolent in the sun.
Kelly stirred. "Did someone say alcohol?, she inquired wistfully, and with a bit of effort levered herself upright.
Delaney set her quartet of plastic cups on the little wooden ledge that encircled the center pole of the palapa, one of a collection scattered down the beach like giant drink umbrellas.