Model Behaviour. Tamara Morgan
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Seven tasks. Twenty-four hours. And one chance.
The moment her best friend, Ben Meyers, drops his phone into her drink, model Livvie Winston knows The List has begun. Seven tasks, each more difficult than the last. If Ben completes them in twenty-four hours, Livvie must abandon her strict friends-only rule for one night of reckless, wicked sex with the most delicious man she knows…
The first tasks are easy. Order the cheapest thing on the menu. No cell phone for twenty-four hours. No ogling Livvie’s model friends. Check, check, check.
But when Ben heads to the tattoo parlor, Livvie realizes that Ben isn’t just playing for one night—he’s playing for keeps. Livvie won’t sacrifice this friendship for anything—even for a night of enjoying this incredibly sexy man in every naughty position imaginable. And she’ll do whatever it takes to protect their friendship and her heart, even if it means beating Ben at his own game. Even if it means playing really dirty…
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For my husband.
I’m grateful every day to have married my mortal enemy.
Model Behavior
Tamara Morgan
Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
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Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
About the Author
“I’ll have the house salad, please. Dry. And tap water.”
Livvie looked up, startled at the nonsensical words escaping her companion’s mouth. While she could understand the caloric necessity behind the occasional dinner of unadorned lettuce, no one ordered tap water at the Brick House. This place had some of the best—and strongest—cocktails in Manhattan. One drink, and you were likely to forget your date’s name. Two, and you forgot your own. Three, and there was a good chance you’d wake up in Vegas with a brand-new one.
Not that Livvie had ever done such a thing. She liked her name perfectly fine the way it was.
“I’m sorry, sir,” the waiter said. “Did you just order tap water?”
“Yes, thank you. Let’s go crazy and add ice, shall we?” Impervious to the waiter’s raised brows, her friend Ben turned to her with a smile. This wasn’t his polite company smile, either. It was all hydrogen peroxide and enamel over there, a flash of blinding white she mistrusted in an instant. “What’ll you have, Olivia? You should get the sea bass.”
She’d been planning on it—in fact, it was why she’d suggested this restaurant in the first place. She loved sea bass. As, she might add, did he.
Understanding hit her at once, and she closed her menu with an exasperated laugh. “You jerk. You have another date after this, don’t you? A real one?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You do too. I’m the appetizer—and not a very good one, either. I don’t even warrant a drizzle of balsamic reduction.”
He didn’t lose his smile. If anything, it only increased in voltage. Ben had a way of doing that, of dazzling with his perfection. In addition to possessing teeth that belonged in a cosmetic dentistry ad, he had an array of features that looked as if they’d been hand-selected to maximize a woman’s pleasure. His tousled brown hair held the right amount of curl to sit elegantly on his head no matter how much moisture saturated the air. His jaw was a piece of chiseled perfection that always seemed to bear exactly eight hours of stubble. And she wasn’t even going to start on the business happening below his neck. This was a public place, after all.
“You’re being paranoid,” he said, his voice deep and expressive. He had one of those, too—a voice that rumbled with laughter when he was happy, with sex at all other times. It was unfair for one man to possess so many appealing qualities, but Benjamin Meyers had been born under a lucky star. He’d been born under a whole sky of them. “Would it make you feel better if I ordered a wedge of lemon on the side?”
“It would make me feel better if you ordered an enormous meal and hid it in your napkin like a gentleman.”
He ignored her and turned to the waiter. “The lady will have the sea bass. And a vodka gimlet. You may want to keep them coming.”
The waiter didn’t bother checking to make sure that was what she wanted. When Ben issued commands, the entire world’s population climbed over itself to comply. All he had to do was open his mouth, and he had seven billion people at his bidding.
Well, seven billion minus one. Livvie was no fool.
“All right, how much time have you allotted me?” she asked as soon as the punctilious tuxedo disappeared into the periphery. “Half an hour? Forty-five minutes? We didn’t get our rendezvous in Milan, so I haven’t seen you in like two months.”
“Two months and six days, if you want to be exact.”
She lifted her chin in a half nod. She also knew the specific day count since she’d last seen Ben, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her say so out loud. It was best to be sparing with compliments where this man was concerned. He sort of absorbed