“Want to dance with me?” Yasmine asked Alex agreed, even though he didn’t really want to. But he loved the idea of watching her dance, and moments later that’s exactly what he was doing. Yasmine’s moves were even hotter than he’d imagined. Mesmerized by the sway of her hips, he forgot about everyone else in the room. They danced through song after song before a slow one came on, and they moved closer together. Her hands slid up his chest, around his neck. Their first real physical contact. Her body pressed against him, moving to the slow beat of the music, coaxing him into an intimate dance with a promise of something more. He wanted her, no getting around it, no ignoring it for a second. His body wouldn’t let him. And she couldn’t help but know it, too. Then she did something unexpected. She pressed her abdomen more firmly against him. Her gaze sparked with daring. “I’ve got a thing for you,” she whispered into his ear. “And I think we need to do something about it.” Dear Reader, Don’t we all want to be desired more than anything by another person? In Any Way You Want Me, Yasmine Talbot has both the fortune and misfortune of being the object of many men’s desire. It may sound like an enviable position, but Yasmine knows all too well the disadvantages of men becoming too enamored with her appearance and never seeing the person within. When her past—and two men from it—comes back to haunt her, she’ll discover that it’s possible for love to grow from the darkest moments in her life, and that sometimes being wanted isn’t such a bad thing. I hope you enjoy Yasmine and Alex’s story as much as I loved bringing it to life. Visit my Web site, www.jamiesobrato.com, for monthly contests, new release updates and more. Sincerely, Jamie Sobrato Books by Jamie Sobrato HARLEQUIN BLAZE 84—PLEASURE FOR PLEASURE 116—WHAT A GIRL WANTS 133—SOME KIND OF SEXY 167—AS HOT AS IT GETS 190—SEXY ALL OVER HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION 911—SOME LIKE IT SIZZLING 997—TOO WILD ANY WAY YOU WANT ME Jamie Sobrato To my family near and far, for all your love and support Contents Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Epilogue Prologue FOR TEN YEARS he had been watching her. The watching had started out as a niggling fascination with her beauty and notoriety, a game to see if he could keep up with her life, her whereabouts. But later she’d haunted his dreams to the point that he’d tried to put her out of his head. He’d tried, but the game was addictive. Now he wanted more. He wanted her. Not just to satisfy the physical desires —though that need could not be denied—but also for her skills. She could give him the access he needed to the information he wanted—highly valuable information that would be his ticket out of the rat race and in to a place in the Caymens. She was a worthy opponent, and she would be a worthy partner. There had been rules for the game he’d played with himself. He could look but he could not touch. He could have her only in his fantasies, where she remained delicious and perfect, unsullied by disappointing reality. And for ten years that had been enough. But this was his game, and now he would change the rules. 1 THE NEW GUY in the office was a serious distraction. How was a girl supposed to concentrate when there was a six-foot-tall specimen of male perfection strutting around, on his way to the copy machine, the fax machine, the coffee maker—always on his way somewhere, and always passing by Yasmine Talbot’s desk. As he walked by just now, his ocean-and-evergreen scent wafting over her, Yasmine’s fingers halted on the keyboard, and when he was well past her desk, she turned to watch. Two days ago, she’d nearly fallen out of her chair watching. He knew the effect he was having on her, and he probably reveled in his power. From the moment they’d first laid eyes on each other last week when he’d emerged from the new-employee training session and stood across the room from her, blinking under the fluorescent lights, they’d begun a silent office flirtation that had gotten progressively bolder by the day. Now it bordered on the ridiculous that they’d yet to even say hello to each other, even in an office as big as Virtual Active’s. Were they just going to exchange hot-and-heavy glances forever? Yasmine was both amused and embarrassed by the animal-mating-dance quality their relationship had assumed. She imagined them starring in their own Discovery Channel documentary—Mating Habits of the Common Office Drone. He fluffed his feathers, strutted to and fro, made searing eye contact. Essentially he was staking his claim. But Yasmine didn’t want to be claimed. Nor did she want to star in any mating-ritual documentaries in the midst of her workplace. And yet she couldn’t deny how mesmerized she was by him. It was as if she’d been biologically programmed to want him. This guy, with his windswept hair and his perfect ass, was the stuff heroes on the covers of romance novels were made of. Put him in a billowing white shirt unbuttoned to reveal his chest, with a beautiful damsel draped on one arm, and he’d look right at home. But put him in the middle of the mundane offices of Virtual Active, Inc. and he was likely to spawn his own interactive sex game, Virtual Alpha Male. And don’t think that, as the only female programmer at the sex software company, she hadn’t seriously considered it. In fact, she realized, as she glanced at the file full of notes on her latest