This Is Wild Read online Natasha Madison (This is #2)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: This Is Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
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“I’m Zara Richards.” His eyes finally light up when he puts two and two together.

“You’re Evan’s wife?” he asks, and she smiles so big I think her face will crack. She also puts her hands over her stomach, something she started doing the minute she discovered she was pregnant. It’s a secret no one really knows, and because she isn’t even showing, no one asks any questions. He leans over the conference table to shake her hand. “I’m Viktor,” he tells her.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she says, then turns to kiss my cheek and sit in the chair next to me. She sees the pad in front of me. “Oh, was I interrupting something?” She starts to get up, but Viktor just shakes his head.

“It’s fine,” I tell her. “We were done anyway.” I look at Viktor. “I’ll get a couple of things set up for Saturday, and we will go from there.”

He nods his head and gets up. “I will see you two later,” he says gruffly and turns to walk out of the room. I look over at Zara, who leans back in her chair and waits a full minute before turning to me.

“Holy fucking shit,” she whispers and hisses at the same time. “Did you see that ass?”

I shake my head. “The question is, what do you think your husband and father of your child is going to say if he hears you?” I don’t answer the question but yes, yes, I did see that fine ass. Who could ignore it? His pants are tailored perfectly to that ass.

“It’s not my fault,” she says, putting up her hands. “I have so many hormones, it’s insane.”

“I’m not sure I want to hear this.” I put my hands to my ears. “Honestly.”

“Hey, you two. I’m coming in to say goodbye,” Matthew says, walking into the room and then looking at me. “What’s with her?” he asks Zara.

“She doesn’t want to hear that I have extra hormones now that I’m with child,” Zara says with just a twinkle in her eye. Looking at Matthew, I see the exact moment it clicks, so I fuck with him too.

“She was checking out Viktor’s ass,” I say, and he covers his face. “I, for one, didn’t get that great a look at it,” I say, looking down, so no one can see I’m lying, “but your sister, here …” I point at Zara. “She almost fell off her chair leaning back.”

“This isn’t funny, you two,” he finally says, then looks straight at me. “I know I give you guys a hard time.”

Zara slaps her hand on the table. “You don’t say.” She rolls her eyes at him.

He doesn’t laugh or do anything; he just stares at me. “What are you looking at me for?” I ask.

His face never cracks. “Listen to me,” he says, his tone tight, and we both look at each other and then back at him. He’s always been on our cases, but his tone is different this time. “I’m dead serious about this. You don’t want to go there,” he says, pointing at the empty doorway that he just came through and Viktor just walked out of. “There is shit you guys might have heard or seen on the news.” He holds up his hands, knowing he can’t just lay that down with us and not give us something. The more you tell us no, the more we think yeah, it’s a great idea. “I’m not telling you anything because it isn’t my story to tell. But I will say, Zoe, that you don’t need that.”

“Oh, good God.” I throw my head back. “I don’t even want that,” I say, pointing at the door. Max comes in and assesses the situation, looking at Matthew who now stands there with his hands in his pockets and then at us. Zara sits with one hand on the table and the other on her stomach.

I sit with both elbows on the arms of the chair. “What did you two do?” Max asks.

“Nothing,” both Zara and I answer simultaneously.

“They were checking Viktor out,” Matthew says, and now it’s Max’s turn to groan.

“You’re married.” He points at Zara. “And you”—he points at me—“no fucking way.”

I shake my head, grabbing my things on the table and putting them away. “Okay, for the last time, I don’t want to date him.” I glare at Zara. “She was the one who was looking.”

She looks at Max and Matthew. “There is nothing wrong with appreciating a good backside,” Zara says. “It was in passing.”

“I swear, you guys are going to give me a whole head of white hair,” Matthew says, and now even Max laughs. His hair is so black with not one little white hair in it.

“You need to calm down and relax,” I tell him. “Now, what time is this dinner?” I look over at Zara.


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