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BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR


Joanna Wylde



Chapter One


Sandra rubbed her hands together vigorously, letting the soap cut through the remnants of the massage
oil.

Fat old prick.

The cheap bastard probably wouldn’t even pay her, not that she expected it. That’s what she got for
agreeing to do a private appointment with a new client. At the time it seemed like a dream come true.
Edgar Williams’ secretary had said her boss was desperate, had even offered to pay twice her fee.

Of course, for what he seemed to believe a massage therapist did for a living, her price was a steal. She
could still feel his fat, hairy fingers gripping her ass. Why on earth would a man like that think money
could possibly be enough to make her have sex with him? She’d rather be eaten by a snake!

The pipes made a moaning noise as she shut off the faucets, and she wrinkled her nose. For a couple of
lawyers, Edgar and his partner didn’t seem to make much. Their office was nothing more than an old,
converted house, and it was a dump. She grabbed at the towel to wipe her hands and shuddered as her
fingers hit crust. Yuck. She wiped them on her jeans instead, then turned and opened the door.

“I’m out of here. You should be ashamed of yourself, Williams,” she declared as she stalked out of the
bathroom into the office. “I have every intention of reporting you to the Better Business Bureau—”

Her voice cut off abruptly as she took in the scene before her.

Edgar stood frozen, facing a tall shadow of a man. Neither spoke.

“What’s going on here?” she asked. The shadow stepped forward into the light. He was big, a man who
had clearly spent a lot of time lifting weights. The clothes he wore fit poorly, as if they made for a smaller
man. His long, black hair was pulled back in a ponytail and his face seemed chiseled in ice. His arm
moved, catching her eye.

Something glinted in his hand. Shit. It was a knife.

“You aren’t supposed to be here,” he said to her slowly, his voice so low she strained to hear it. “I’m
sorry you have to be a part of this.” Her eyes flew to his face, meeting a cold gaze. What the hell?

“Give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you, too,” he continued, watching her closely. “I’m here for Edgar,
and I hardly figured he’d have a piece like you around. What should I do with you?”
Her heart seemed to stop beating.

“I don’t even know this guy,” she whispered. “Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone anything. I don’t want