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  Taylor Love

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  Not My Type

  Copyright © 2018 by Taylor Love

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  To the extent that the image or images on the cover of this book depict a person or persons, such person or persons are merely models. This book is for adult readership and may contain adult situations, language and sexual content.

  ISBN: 978-1-948383-05-9

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  Copyright © 2018 by Taylor Love

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Epilogue

  Join Us For A New Series

  Join Us For The Final Book

  About the Author

  Dedication

  I DEDICATE MY SECOND novel to myself, for continuing my dream of writing and sharing my work. I also dedicate this book to all other new writers! Getting the characters that live in our heads out is no easy task. However, it’s just the beginning of a complicated process of publishing and selling. Kudos to new authors who put in the many hours of writing, researching, reviewing and stressing. As they hope there are at least a few people out in the world, who will enjoy the hard work and creativity they put forth.

  Prologue

  SNUGGLING INTO THE warmth at her back Mika fought not to wake up. When squeezing her eyes didn’t work, she slowly let her mind come awake. She was so not a morning person. She felt good, relaxed, and her body had that low-key hum that only great sex gave her. Speaking of sex...something big and hard was pressed against her bottom. She gave a satisfied smile in her semi-sleep state for about three seconds before her eyes popped open.

  Wait just a damn minute! She hadn’t had sex in almost five months. So who in the hell nice-sized penis was rubbing up against her? Where was she? Mika held as still as a stone, hoping whoever was sharing the bed wouldn't realize she had woken up. Closing her eyes again, she dug deep into her memory banks.

  Okay what is the last thing you remember? Umm a flight? Yes! Yes, a flight! And just like that, the puzzle pieces started to click into place, playing like a slideshow in her brain. She had come to Vegas for what she thought was a spur of the moment trip, meant to cheer up her best friend. Then she had been blindsided by Andrea saying she was getting married before taking part in her wedding. That was as far as she got before the memories trailed off. Who the hell was in her bed? Were they even in her bed or his? She had been accused of being a free spirit from time to time, and Vegas was Vegas, but this was taking it a bit too far!

  She didn’t even know anyone in Vegas, besides Andrea, Cam and...oh no! She sprung up pulling the sheet to her breasts, like some self-conscious proper lady from the 1950s, glaring at her bed partner. “You!”

  Robert who had barely missed getting chin-checked as she flung herself up, just rolled his eyes and felt his morning wood disappear. Looking at her he stated, “Let me guess...you’re not a morning person?”

  “No, I’m not a morning person,” she snapped. When he continued to calmly look at her she only got more annoyed. Clearing her throat, she asked a more pertinent question. “Whose room is this?”

  “Yours,” Robert answered yawning.

  Mika released the breath she hadn’t been aware of holding. “Good. If you don’t mind, I’d like you to leave.”

  He looked at his watch, which she could see was a TAG Heuer and shrugged those wide, dark-chocolate shoulders of his. “Actually, that works. It’s almost time to head to the airport anyway.”

  Robert rolled out of bed and walked the few feet to his clothing before leisurely starting to dress. He could feel her eyes on his body and smirked. Even so, he didn't linger getting dressed. He had no wish to incite any further drama from her. Finished, he walked to the door shaking his head. Mika had been bold from the moment he’d spied her in the hotel restaurant, and that impression had only continued through Cam’s and Andrea’s wedding celebration. She sure had been wild and ready when they’d clawed their way into bed last night. It was odd to see her reserved and prim now. Definitely didn’t fit his impression of her personality. With his hand on the doorknob he turned back to her once more.

  “Are you going to sit there all morning, clutching at the covers?”

  “Just get out,” Mika gritted between her teeth.

  “Fine. Try not to miss the flight.”

  “You try to mind your own business, and see your way out of this room.”

  MIKA WANTED TO THROW something at the door as it closed. Unfortunately, the asshole she’d spent the night with was right. She didn’t have time to spare on tantrums, she had a plane to catch. Rising she headed straight to the bathroom, taking a shower before getting dressed. Packing was easy, yet she still gave the room a quick look-over to make sure she wasn’t leaving anything behind. When she was satisfied, she took her carry-on and rolled it to the lobby to officially check out. After that she walked quickly out to the curb, joining the queue for the airport taxi’s. The first person she saw was Robert, opening the door to his own ride.

  Robert felt eyes drilling into his back and turned to see Mika. Letting out a sigh, he stepped towards her and said, “Want to share a ride to the airport?”

  “No, I’m good.”

  “You sure? We’re going to the same place. Seems a little childish not to share. Wait...exactly how old are you?”

  Mika clenched her teeth so hard, it was a wonder she didn’t crack a tooth. “A little late to be asking my age, don’t you think?”

  Looking her up and down he nodded. “I suppose you got me there. Okay fine I tried,” he half-mumbled to himself. He met her eyes briefly before heading back to the waiting cab. He didn’t look back as the car rolled away.

  MIKA WAS OFFICIALLY starving by the time she reached the airport and cleared security, leaving her just
enough time to grab a sandwich from Starbucks before it was time to board. Luckily the plane was much fuller this time, and she wasn’t sitting across from Robert. Closing her eyes she got comfy before attempting to rest. She needed to forget about last night’s unfortunate incident. She was going to chalk it up to the mind spell being in Vegas could put people under. It had to be. She couldn’t think of another reason she would have let that arrogant and annoying man touch her. On the heel of that thought, she had a flash of memory. His knee parting her thighs, his serious mouth pulling strongly at her breast. So strongly she’d had to arch up to meet him, her hand clutching at his strong back.

  “Damn it!” Startling in her seat Mika snapped her eyes open, hands clenching the armrests.

  Her seatmate, a woman around sixty patted her hand in sympathy. “Don’t worry honey, we’ll be okay. Though I admit I don’t like to fly either.”

  Mika gave her a distracted smile before turning to look out the window. “I’ve never been afraid to fly...it’s the crashing that has always worried me.”

  Chapter One

  ROBERT FOUND HIMSELF wrapping up his last email of the day before straightening up his office for the weekend. He hated coming back on a Monday to an unorganized desk. It was Friday in early September, and Cam had reached out saying he had time to meet. Robert was looking forward to seeing his newly married friend in person. True they’d caught up briefly by phone when Cam had gotten back last week from his honeymoon, but it would be good to connect for real.

  He made it to their meeting spot before Cam which wasn’t unusual. Ordering a couple of beers for them, as he thought about how his friendship was about to change. He knew for a certainty that it would. Marriage changed a man. Made his main purpose in life to keep his home in order, and his wife happy and protected. It had been that way since the dawn of time. He was happy for Cam. The brother had always held the example of his parents’ marriage as his own blueprint. And now he’d found his life partner in Andrea.

  Robert’s father on the other hand, had been a no good bum. A man who had left his own wife when his little boy was five, and his baby girl had barely been born. After that, Robert had only seen the man a handful of times throughout his life. When he died Robert was fifteen, and neither he nor his sister had blinked at the news. Their mother had felt it though. Robert had woken up in the middle of the night after the funeral to hear her crying her eyes out. That’s what love did to you. Made you shed tears for a man that only gave you grief, heartache, and two kids to care for alone.

  Which is why he wasn’t sure he would ever join the “married club”. Investing in someone that deeply, he wasn’t sure the return was worth it. Look at all the emotional stress Cam had gone through before he and his bride got down the aisle. Thinking about it actually made Robert shift with discomfort. He hoped someone would shoot him if he got that miserable over a woman. Just then he saw Cam walk through the door. Looking at the huge grin and spring in his friend’s step, it was hard to reconcile him with the same lovesick fool he’d been just two weeks ago before the wedding.

  Robert returned his smile and they met in a hard hug. “You looking good my man! Sit down, I got you a drink already.”

  Cam sat, still grinning his mega-millions winner smile, “Thanks. I’m feeling good.”

  When the waitress came they both placed their order quickly, including a couple of shots, which came almost immediately. The two friends raised them up as Robert gave a toast.

  “To the newly married Cam!” They both downed the liquor. “So tell me, how's married life?”

  “So far so good! You’d be hard pressed to find an unhappy guy after his honeymoon. I think we got that part of marriage figured out at least.”

  Robert listened as Cam gave him the cliff notes of his trip, glad that everything had worked out for his friend in the end. “That’s cool. I think your wedding will go down as one for the books. I had no clue I was coming to Vegas for that.”

  “Yeah, it was dope. We had a good time partying afterwards too.”

  “I’m surprised you remember, we were all tossing drinks back like water,” Robert reminded him.

  “True. I think the adrenaline of the whole thing kept my mind pretty sharp. Plus we left early to uh...work off some of the alcohol.”

  “Yeah I know.” And just like that Robert’s mind was brought back to him using sex to clear his alcohol muddled brain as well. By the time he and Mika had gone a couple of vigorous, sweaty rounds before passing out on the twisted sheets, he had probably been sober. The two had stayed another hour in the club after Cam left. Downing a few more shots while dancing with each other and strangers. Robert had only suggested they call it a night due to a guy getting extremely handsy with Mika, both on and off the dance floor.

  Cam interrupted his thoughts by saying, “We’re both glad you and Mika were able to be there. Honestly, it meant a lot to us.”

  “Anytime my brother, you know I got your back.”

  “I’m assuming you had no problems checking out, or with your flight home?” Cam asked.

  “None at all.” If he didn’t count waking up naked with an angry woman ordering him from the room. Especially when just hours before she’d been using that mouth to give him different orders, which he’d been happy to comply with. “We both got on the plane. That Mika is a trip though.”

  “Yeah she is, but you got to admit she’s fun as hell. Andrea was excited to get back and talk to her. I had to take Andrea’s phone while we were gone, so she wouldn’t be tempted to reply to some of the crazy texts Mika sent.”

  Cam left out that once he’d taken the phone and told Mika to stop texting, he’d actually initiated some of the sex-capades she’d been sending. He really needed to make good on his promise to buy her a really nice gift.

  Robert let an ironic smile slip on his face before he thought better of it. He was not surprised she’d had the audacity to bother a couple who were honeymooning. He also figured the two women had probably talked in the last week. He waited to see if Cam would mention him and Mika sleeping together. He figured his friend wouldn’t miss a chance to call him on it. That’s if she’d told Andrea. When Cam just continued to eat, he threw out a line.

  “Mika didn’t mention anything to Andrea about Vegas?”

  Cam looked up from his steak confused. “Not really. She told Andrea she had a great time with the celebration and all. You know the usual. Why? Was there something else?”

  “Naw, guess not. She was cozying up with someone at the club after you guys left. I just wondered if she’d taken her celebration any further...” He let his question trail off, keeping his voice faintly bored.

  Cam chuckled. “Well that doesn’t surprise me. She’s a natural flirt. Wouldn’t shock me either if she took some lucky bastard back to her room.”

  “Lucky?”

  “Yeah. What man wouldn’t be lucky to have a hot, willing woman pick him up while in Vegas? Come on man! I know she rubs you the wrong way but even you can’t deny she’s a sexy woman. A little wild around the edges and likely the same in bed.”

  Cam’s assumption would be right. “I suppose she’s hot...just not really my type.”

  Cam narrowed his eyes at his longtime friend. “So you’ve said before.”

  Robert didn’t like the introspective way Cam was looking at him, so he deflected. “What would your wife say if she heard you describing her best friend like this?”

  Cam laughed outright, shaking his head. “That I have a damn good memory, as those were the words she used to describe her once. Andrea and Mika are like sisters, scratch that they are sisters. Which means she’s my sister now. That’s how I think of her. The mischievous, trouble making little sister I never had.”

  Robert let the subject drop and turned the conversation towards other things. One of his skills was redirecting and shaping the narrative with people. It was a needed skill in his line of business. He let Cam ramble on about the many changes that needed to take place for hi
m and Andrea to combine their households. Not needing to do much to uphold his end of the conversation, he let his mind wonder.

  Was it slight annoyance he felt at Mika not mentioning their tryst to her best friend? Was he being ridiculous? They were adults, so he really didn’t expect her to go around sharing all her sexual exploits. Then again, if what Cam said was accurate, they were closer than friends. Would someone texting a person on their honeymoon, hesitate to mention hooking up with a guy at the wedding celebration? Probably not, if she thought it was important. The fact that she hadn’t thought it worth mentioning grated on his nerves for some reason.

  All this made him scrap his original plan to ask Cam for her number. That he’d even thought about reaching out had truly surprised him. He honestly didn’t like the woman. She was highly self-assured, pushy and opinionated in the extreme. To say she was a natural flirt was an understatement. She was a woman well aware of her looks and body, and what both did to the opposite sex. He’d watched her use those charms shamelessly throughout the night as they’d hit up three different clubs. Even getting a taxi driver to wave his fare. True, it had been a short ride as the guys hailed the car only to spare the ladies another walk. Still who ever heard of a cabbie turning down money? And in Vegas no less!

  Mika was trouble just waiting to happen. He definitely didn’t need a headache like that, not even to keep his sheets warm for a month or two. And that’s all it would be. A short interlude, until they both tired of the other. Plus Cam had just reiterated how important this woman was to his wife and thus him. Getting between her thick thighs again wasn’t worth potentially causing a rift between Andrea and by default Cam.

  Cam would and should put his wife first in all things. That change in their relationship was a reality now. Which meant he was playing with fire in more ways than one. It was a good bet it wouldn’t end well if he and Mika got together, their personalities being what they were. And no matter what most women said, they wanted a long-term relationship, or at least more than the occasional hook-up. He was not the long-term type. If his status ever changed he couldn’t see it being with Mika Harrison. So that settled it. He’d follow the golden rule of “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”