Holiday Naughty: My Alpha Bad Boy Client

By Rebecca Lee

Lonely, stressed Florida attorney Bethany Frey jumped at the opportunity to spend her Christmas handling a big case for a mysterious, super rich client in snowy Philadelphia.

She gladly left behind a carefully guarded secret and a painful past that makes Christmas a source of pain fo her.

Her client, Tyler West, is pure adrenaline Bad Boy but too gorgeous to resist. Can Bethany keep their relationship professional, or will she fall victim to his irresistable charms?

Together can they find meaning in the holiday season they have grown to hate?

Holiday Naughty is HOT romantic fiction with mature situations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Lee
• Release date: Nov 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311192981

Rebecca Lee

Rebecca Lee is an editorial manager at Penguin Random House. She's spent twenty years managing hundreds of high-profile books from delivery of manuscript to finished copies, signing off millions of words as fit to go to print with only the occasional regret.

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Holiday Naughty: My Alpha Bad Boy Client

Rebecca Lee

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Copyright 2015 - Rebecca Lee

Chapter 1--Beth

You know I'd love to see you and uncle Mike and all the cousins too, I said, lying like crazy.

You work too hard and there is more to life, mom said. You know, you are a beautiful successful young woman. But there is no man in your life. I was....

I know mom: married at age twenty, I said now mostly tuning her out because I'd heard it all before. But what does my having or not having a boyfriend have to do with anything?

Having someone in your life balances you. Work is only work. Money is only money. It's not why we are here, she said. But I guess I used to think like you when I was younger too.

Hey, I thought you loved dad?! I shot back at her playfully.But now you are saying it was for the money?

Naawwww she responded with that Florida panhandle drawl. It was because of you. I'll give him credit. He at least took care of his responsibility at that stage.

Anyway, mama I have to go, I said, noticing the scurry of little legs through the glass under the half drawn blinds on the windows to my office. If I don't get going, I'll have work next Christmas too. Billable hours. That's the legal business.

Bye Bethy, she said cheerfully.

I hung up the phone and readied myself for what was to come. Dealing with the children was the easy part. I should have been an elementary school teacher. Except the pay was lousy and I didn't want to be just another woman trolling around looking for a successful man to take care of me.

Becoming a lawyer said something to the world and the pay said even more.

I sat up in my chair, grabbed my hand held recorder, and began dictating correspondence. I didn't get the first sentence completed when the chaos of tiny feet came scampering into my office.

Little Andy and even littler Amy came flying into my office.

Aunt Bethy!

There's my kids!

They both hugged me warmly around my legs. My eyes quickly averted to the door and the imminent arrival of Shawna, their mother.

Hey Beth. What's up? she said entering the room behind her excited kids. Not work anymore most likely?

Shawna was the perfect mom. Of that I had no doubt. She actually was a former elementary teacher herself. Hit the jackpot when she married a powerful partner like Andrew Kincaid.

We got along great and that fact gave me a lot of comfort. We both had the southern girl thing going on. She was from Alabama just across the state line from the panhandle. She still had the accent while mine was all but lawyered out of me.

Any big plans for the holidays? She asked, rounding her children up and nudging them back out the door. Going back home?

Ask your husband.

Oh. That sounded weird. Or maybe it just sounded weird to me.

He works all of you too much. Especially young talented associates like you, she responded without hesitation.

Talented? He said that?

Not just talented. The most talented, Shawna said like she was my proud mom.

I didn't say anything, but did a lips pursed together smile. I felt pride but at the same time the whole moment was just not right to hear that.

You've worked hard to get where you are at Beth, she said. I have inside knowledge here. Andrew will take care of you. He's the number one man and he has the old guy's ear.

Thank you Shawna. Thank you for putting my mind at ease. I'll have fun at Christmas. Don't worry about that. But if Andrew needs me, how could I saw no?

When I finished I felt the air suck into my chest abruptly. Like I was told by a doctor to hold my breath.

Merry Christmas Beth, she said turning to chase down Andy and Amy who were jumping around the secretarial area, laughing and screaming.

I nodded my head and gave her a smile and a wave.

I knew my Christmas was not likely to be fun in the traditional sense. But I was going to make damn sure it was productive in advancing my position at the firm.

*

Even though it was a week before Christmas, it was steamy, warm, and humid in West Palm Beach.

The old guy and his dress codes. Even on a Friday, for the women it was a dress below the knees with nylons or dress pants. And forget any shoes with open toes. That's what Oliver Brundidge wanted for his firm and that's what he got. Three Hundred Sixty Five Days a year.

But dressing like that was so damn uncomfortable when the weather was humid. Being south Florida, it seemed like it was like that every day.

My skin itched and pricked on my ass, legs, even my feet. I'd given up. After twenty four months of practice and thousands of dollars invested in trying different business clothing, I accepted that being comfortable at work was impossible.

To make that Friday worse, the conversation was also dragging. It was Friday and it was nearly six. The