21 Wall Street 02 - Hard Sell

226 Pages·2018·0.55 MB·english

by  Lauren Layne [Layne

OTHER TITLES BY LAUREN LAYNE
21 Wall Street Series
Hot Asset
I Do, I Don’t
Ready to Run
Runaway Groom
Stiletto and Oxford
After the Kiss
Love the One You’re With
Just One Night
The Trouble with Love
Irresistibly Yours
I Wish You Were Mine
Someone Like You
I Knew You Were Trouble
I Think I Love You
Love Unexpectedly (stand-alone novels)
Blurred Lines
Good Girl
Love Story
Walk of Shame
An Ex for Christmas
e Wedding Belles
From This Day Forward (novella)
To Have and to Hold
For Better or Worse
To Love and to Cherish
New York’s Finest
Frisk Me
Steal Me
Cuff Me
Redemption
Isn’t She Lovely
Broken
Crushed
e Best Mistake
Only with You
Made for You

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places,
events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination
or are used fictitiously.
Text copyright © 2018 by Lauren Layne
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ISBN-13: 9781503902848
ISBN-10: 1503902846
Cover design by Letitia Hasser
For Anth—
for letting me get especially lost in the writer-zone on
this book,
and for making sure my coffee cup was never empty
CONTENTS
1 MATT
2 SABRINA
3 MATT
4 SABRINA
5 MATT
6 SABRINA
7 MATT
8 SABRINA
9 MATT
10 MATT
11 MATT
12 SABRINA
13 MATT
14 SABRINA
15 MATT
16 SABRINA
17 MATT
18 SABRINA
19 MATT
20 SABRINA
21 MATT
22 SABRINA
23 MATT
24 SABRINA
25 MATT
26 SABRINA
27 MATT
28 SABRINA
29 MATT
30 SABRINA
31 MATT
32 SABRINA
EPILOGUE SABRINA
AUTHOR’S NOTE
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
1
M
ATT
Monday Morning, September 18
“You’re an angel, and I love you,” I say with a reverence usually
reserved for people in church.
My assistant lifts an eyebrow and holds out two aspirin. “Are
you talking to me or the bagel sandwich?”
“Both,” I say around a bite, holding out my free hand for the
pills.
Kate waits until I swallow, then holds out a Venti Starbucks cup
that I use to wash down the pills.
“How’d you know?” I ask, picking up the egg and Swiss on
sesame bagel once more.
“That you were hungover as crap? I get your flight change
notifications. Taking an unplanned Sunday red-eye from Vegas to
New York after a bachelor party pretty much says it all.”
I wince. “Can we not say the word Vegas? Or bachelor party?
And until further notice, all references to alcohol are hereby banned.”
She smirks. “It sucks getting old, huh?”
“I’m not old,” I say automatically. The very suggestion’s an
affront. After all, I’m Matt Cannon, Wall Street’s legendary
wunderkind.
And yeah, only douchebags would call themselves legendary,
but in my case? It’s kind of true. I graduated from high school when I
was sixteen, college when I was nineteen, and got hired on at Wolfe
Investments just days after my twenty-second birthday, back when