Wild The Complete Series – Wild Attraction, Wild Temptation, Wild Addiction (Wild #0.5-2) Read Online Emma Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Wild Series by Emma Hart
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Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
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“You’re happy.”

“You’re late and our model is a diva with wandering hands. I’m fucking ecstatic.”

“Then you should probably tell her what to do with those wandering hands before your girlfriend cuts them off.” I smile sweetly from the door, my words conveying only a fraction of my annoyance.

Doesn’t this just get better?

Tyler’s eyes shoot to me and his eyebrows go up. “What are you doing here?”

I find his eyes, and this time, I don’t bother to hide how pissed off I am. “Right now? I’m thinking I should probably leave.”

His eyebrows rise even farther. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just surprised to see you.”

“Evidently,” I reply dryly, sitting at the desk. I dump my purse on the floor. “Or you probably wouldn’t have spoken about wandering hands so easily.”

“Day? Can you go and see if our model is ready?” Tyler asks her.

She nods, shooting out of the door.

Tyler puts his mug down on the desk and slowly moves around the wooden furniture. I tilt my head back as he gets closer to me. He grips both arms of the cushy leather chair I’m sitting in and lowers his face toward mine.

“Cut it out,” he says softly yet sharply, his contradicting words setting off an equally contradicting mix of soothing and riling feelings inside me. “I have a job to do, Liv, and if you’re going to have a problem with me doing it, then my studio isn’t the place for you.”

My jaw drops. “Are you kicking me out?”

“No. But I am reminding you the door is to your left if you need to use it.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t worry. There’s no need to flick your dickhead switch to ‘on.’ I’m totally aware of where the door is.”

A terse moment passes between us until it’s broken by Dayton’s voice. A high-pitched giggle follows it, and Tyler straightens.

“We’re ready,” Day says, her eyes flicking to me.

I shrug my shoulder the tiniest bit and she seems to get it, because she turns her attention back to her job.

The model stares at me with an affected look before she turns to Tyler. A flirtatious smile stretches across her face and she flicks her hair.

Oh, please. Is this fucking high school?

“Let’s get started,” Ty says casually.

You wouldn’t believe that, just seconds ago, he was leaning over me, half threatening me.

He casually picks up his camera and directs the model where to stand. I hook one of my ankles over the other. Resolve is building inside me. I will stick this shoot out.

I’ll sit here, jealousy and anger and possibly a little hatred building inside me, and I’ll watch the whole damn thing.

Just to make a point.

I rest my elbow on the desk and put my chin in my palm. I’m not sure who this model is or what she’s doing, but she has a really annoying laugh. All high pitched and almost squeaky. The ones you cringe at.

I tap my nails against my leg, watching the shoot play out before me. I know how this works. I know how shoots go.

And this model wants Tyler to shoot more than just his camera.

But it’s cool. I mean, this happens all the time. He’s hot. She’s crushing on him. I can cope with that.

Model Girl looks seductively at Tyler. Not the camera. Him. And laughs.

Jesus, it’s like nails on a chalkboard.

My foot takes up a steady rhythm tapping against the floor. Onetwothree. Onetwothree. Onetwothree. Like a motherfucking waltz. Tap, tap, tap. Over and over, silent against the carpet.

What isn’t silent is the way both Ty’s and Day’s cameras click. Tyler’s quiet orders. Model Girl’s breathing. Hell, I can hear the fluttering of her fucking fake eyelashes. I can hear the swishing of her hair.

Shit, she’s flirting so hard that I can practically hear her gushing into those designer panties.

It goes on and on. Her eyelash-fluttering, her smiling, her giggling, her hair-flicking… Every fucking thing she does makes me wonder if she’s here for the job or for Tyler. And it pisses me off.

It twists my stomach and tightens my chest with an intricate knot of jealously. I hate sitting here, watching him watch her, when she’s so obvious.

And I can’t.

My resolve wavers until it shatters. With my stomach coiling with nausea and hot tears stinging the backs of my eyes, I grab my purse. I slip my hand inside, set my phone vibrating, and answer my fake call quietly.

I slip out of the room with it attached to my ear. I can’t stay. I was dumb to think I could.

It’s been days and I’m already done.

This is bad. So, so fucking bad.

I push open the door and step outside. Rain is falling lightly as I make my way to my car, and I hear the door open quietly behind me.

“It’s a good thing you’re a better model than you are actress,” Day says softly. “Your trick isn’t fooling me.”


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