Nothing But The Best

Nothing But The Best
Kristin Hardy

Members of Sex & the Supper Club cordially invite you to a sneak preview of intimacies best shared among friendsWhen a gang of twentysomething women get together, men are always on the menu!When a chance encounter with a mysteriously sexy stranger leads to a night she'll never forget, Cilla Danforth–smooth-talking, self-assured retail maverick–can't believe her luck. Until the morning after…when the hot guy in her bed turns into her company's newest executive. Not to mention she'll be working with him to bring her latest, hippest designer clothing venture to life….Life's full of tough breaks, but Rand Mitchell can't believe his bad luck. Hitting the sheets with the boss's daughter isn't the smartest move he's ever made. Or is it? Cilla's beautiful, smart, sensual–there's no lying about that. But she's used to the best…of everything, even men. Especially men. How will Rand measure up? Will he be nothing but the best? Will she?

“Are you ready?” Cilla called, and walked through the archway

This time she was modeling a deep cobalt-blue lingerie set. It showed skin, a lot of it. The garter belt gave her the look of a wanton, the G-string under it an invitation to sin. The bustier she wore on top made her slight curves look bountiful. And stopped just above her nipples, which stood out against the smooth fabric.

Desire thudded through Rand. He couldn’t stop staring at her. He wanted his mouth on hers; he wanted to be inside her.

“What do you think?” Cilla asked.

Rand wasn’t sure coherent thought was on the program. She looked like a naughty schoolgirl, amused with her own daring. She looked like a temptress accustomed to making strong men weak. She looked like a woman of flesh and blood and unapologetic appetites. And all he could do was feast right along with her.

“Come here,” he ordered, because that was all he could handle….

Dear Reader,

Welcome back to the world of SEX & THE SUPPER CLUB. Nothing but the Best is Cilla’s book, and boy, was it a blast to write. Years ago I read an interview with Larry McMurtry in which he described his characters as though they were real people with minds of their own, people he just tracked and listened to as they went through their lives. I thought it was fanciful at the time—then I started writing novels and discovered that it was absolutely true. Cilla knows exactly who she is and what should happen to her. It’s when she runs into a stubborn, sexy guy named Rand that she gets into trouble.

Cilla’s a feisty heroine who’s great fun. I’d love to hear what you think of her. Drop me a line at kristin@kristinhardy.com. Look for more of SEX & THE SUPPER CLUB coming in the future—we still have to follow the stories of Paige, Thea and, best of all, Delaney. To keep track, sign up for my newsletter at www.kristinhardy.com for contests, recipes and updates on my recent and upcoming releases.

Have fun,

Kristin Hardy

Nothing But the Best

Kristin Hardy

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To Matt, Ernie and Bitsy, the legendary basement gang, and to Stephen, my favorite person in the whole world.

Contents

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

Epilogue

Prologue

Los Angeles, 1996

“OKAY, EVERYONE, you can stop unpacking, dinner’s here.”

Cilla Danforth shut the front door with her elbow, balancing the stack of pizzas as she stared at the disordered living room of her new house. Despite the confusion that dotted the room, Cilla could still feel the warmth of her late grandmother’s presence. No reading of the will changed that. But Gran had wanted her to have a home of her own. Cilla figured that she’d have understood that at twenty, Cilla wasn’t ready to live alone yet. She wanted friends around her, roommates to share her days in the rambling Depression Modern home in the affluent neighborhood of Brentwood.

Cilla shook her head briskly and carried the stack of pizza boxes into the kitchen. Like magic, the scent drew the rest of her new roommates, the same way it did when they got it delivered to the university drama department when they were all working on a production.

“Trish, where’s all the kitchen stuff you got at the store?” Kelly Vandervere yelled.

Trish ran down the stairs, her long red hair clubbed back in a braid. “Look on the counter behind you. I grabbed paper plates and napkins. I thought we could figure out what to do about real plates once we got settled. I don’t think Cilla should have to buy everything. We’re living here, too.”

“Well, these will do for the time being,” said Delaney, a gleam in her eye as she opened the box holding the pepperoni pizza.

They settled in the living room, sitting on the sofa or against the wall.

“One of the things we’re going to have to get is enough places for all of us to sit,” Cilla observed.

“I got a couple of upholstered chairs when they sold off the props from my dad’s last movie,” Sabrina Pantolini told them.