The only thing ad executive Mya Taylor loves more than winning is her best friend Milo Hamilton. Nothing has ever come between them--until she finds out Milo is her chief rival for a new account.
Milo's not sure when it happened but his secret crush has morphed into an obsession. He wants Mya in his bed, screaming his name, and he knows just how to make it happen.
When he proposes a friendly wager on the account, he knows the ultra-competitive Mya won't be able to resist. She's more than ready to lay it all on the line--until she finds out how high the stakes are. The two of them. Skin to skin.
Suddenly, all bets are off.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Beg For It by Minx Malone
Mya woke with a start and looked around wildly, her body thrumming, her breasts heavy. She was alone in bed with only the tangled sheets between her legs for company.
The voice she thought she'd imagined blared from her answering machine in the front hallway. She scrambled to get out of bed, tripped in the bed linens and crashed to the floor. She hopped up and hobbled across the polished hardwood to the cordless phone on her dresser. "Hello, hello?"
"James is going to kill you. Did you forget the LaVin account meeting this morning?"
"Crap, crap, crap." Oversleeping on a normal day was one thing, but tardiness on the morning they expected a visit from a potential client, especially one as important as Italian designer Andre Lavin, was unthinkable. This was just one more thing for Milo to needle her about.
"How pissed is James, on a scale of one to ten?"
"Does infinity count?" Milo laughed as she cursed and the rumble of his baritone caused skitters of sensations up and down Mya's spine. It reminded her of her dream when he commanded her to open her legs for him, as he told her to say his name...
"Mya! Did you fall asleep again?" He was definitely laughing at her now.
"Ooh, this is all your fault!" Mya raced to her closet and yanked out a skirt and blouse before dropping to the floor to rummage for shoes. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the closet mirror and squeaked in surprise. Her curly black hair was flying in every direction and she had a huge crease down the side of her face where her cheek had pressed against the pillow. Nice.
"How is it my fault that you can't get up on time? It's not as if I kept you up all night."
Mya sighed as she rubbed the side of her face. If he knew how prominent a role he played in keeping her awake all night she'd never be able to look him in the face again.
"You have no idea. Tell James I'll be there within the hour."
"You two ready to present?" James, Mirage Advertising's president and founder, stuck his head in the room and looked between them anxiously. His short gray hair stood on end as if he'd been running his hands through it. "Mr. Lavin is already here and he brought several members of his board with him."
"Are you serious? I thought this was just a meet and greet. I don't have storyboards or photos." Mya hopped off the desk and watched in disbelief as Milo calmly pulled several folders from one of the cabinets in his desk.
"I know, I know but apparently he likes people who can think on their feet." James inclined his head apologetically before retreating.
"You have folders and...notes!" Mya strode over to Milo's desk and snatched the papers from his hands, shocked to see the opening lines of a pitch written in his precise cursive handwriting.
"While you were getting your beauty sleep this morning, some of us were actually working. This account is mine so you might as well forget it." He pried the note cards from her fingers. "This is really more my kind of thing anyway."
"You arrogant prick. You assume James will assign this to you just because you're a diva who spends too much money on clothes?"
Milo shook his finger at her as he gathered his materials. "Tsk tsk, Miss Taylor. That attitude is why I'm a shoo-in for this account. You don't even wear designer clothes so how can you design an ad campaign for them?"
"I don't wear crotchless panties either but I designed a killer campaign for Peek-a-Boo Lingerie. It's the same thing. Well, the same concept anyway."
He stopped suddenly and she collided with the broad planes of his back. Before he stepped away she felt the muscles tighten and bunch beneath her hands.
"Can we please not talk about panties? I need to concentrate." When he turned, Mya suddenly found her hands on his shoulders, her breasts crushed against his chest.
His eyes widened as he looked down. The tops of his cheeks turned pink before he sucked in a loud breath and backed up a step. "Stop trying to distract me."
"Is it working?" Mya sighed when he shook his head. She wasn't Milo's type, she knew that. There was nothing "femme fatale" about her. But it would still be nice to get some kind of reaction from him when he accidentally got a peek down her shirt.
"Nothing will keep me from getting this account."
"You wanna bet?" Mya laughed as soon as the words left her mouth. God, how juvenile did she sound? She needed to take these last moments to get her thoughts together, not spend it arguing with Milo. Somehow though she couldn't get her feet to point in the direction of the door.
"Okay. Let's make a deal. The winner pays for pizza. Wait, did I bring cash today?" He smiled when she gritted her teeth at him. "Okay, fine. The loser can buy the pie, does it really matter?"
Mya crossed her arms, mainly to keep herself from brushing the hair off his forehead. The thick strands were black as charcoal and looked soft as raw silk. If it was still as soft as she remembered, she was in trouble. She squeezed her hands against her body. If she allowed herself to touch him so intimately she might not be able to stop. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. What the hell was she doing? The man had women lined up around the block. Not exactly good relationship material, even if she was his type.
What if you don't want a relationship? What if you just want one night?
Mya stopped for a moment, the sudden, shocking thought ringing through her head. Could she do that? Could she have him for just one night without getting attached? She tightened her thighs against a sudden, throbbing ache.
"Damn, I'm glad I wore this suit today. Especially the tie. I'm sure Mr. Lavin will appreciate an ad executive who wears his clothes." Milo grabbed his suit jacket from the hanger on the back of the door and ran his fingers through his hair. When he tucked his shirt in, he had to readjust his slacks. Mya could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material and almost swallowed her tongue. Damn.
"You're so sure you're going to win, aren't you? You won't even consider the fact that I might be the better candidate for this."
"Mya, sweetie, no offense but you're in way over your head." He held up his hands in defense when she swatted at him.
"Oh you think so? Well, when I win I want more than pizza."
Milo perched on the edge of his desk and held out his hands in surrender. "Okay. Anything you want. Name it and it's yours."