Taylor has a good job, making good money. It may not have been what she wanted to do, but it paid the bills. That was until Bennett Wade, the Bennett Wade of Wade industries showed up. He was an arrogant pig and Taylor couldn't keep her loud mouth shut, causing her to insult him and then get fired.
That's ok though, she decided to start her own business showing CEO's how to treat their people better, a little tribute to Bennett Wade and his hot jerkiness. Only her business wasn't going so well. Then Bennett showed up and tried to hire her. Only she didn't want to work for him.
Unbeknown to them both, someone is trying to settle Bennett down. Bennett's mother is sick and dying so she contacted the owner of Happy Pants Cafe, and requested her special cookies to help her son find love. So when Taylor and Bennett share a cookie they have no idea what is in store for them both.
TAILORED FOR TROUBLE is a love story about two people both pretty screwed up, but despite it all they find each other. You have the regular pushing away of each other and no one listening to the other. But it is well done and you really come to like the characters and their story.
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff has a way with words that keeps you laughing and enjoying the story as it grips you and draws you in. TAILORED FOR TROUBLE continues her excellent story writing and great characters, almost too flawed to realize just how screwed up they are until it's too late. Happy Pants Cafe will have many more customers in the future.
A sassy, sexy, laugh-out-loud rom-com between the
hottest
man never to be tamed and the woman crazy enough
to
try
SHE WANTS TO CHANGE THE WORLD.
Taylor Reed is no stranger to selfish, uncaring CEOs. She
was fired by one, which is why she has created her own
executive training programโhelping heartless bosses
become
more human. So Taylor shocks even herself when she agrees
to
coach Bennett Wade, the cutthroat exec who got her
unceremoniously canned. Sheโd love to slam the door in
his
annoying but very handsome face, but the customers arenโt
exactly lining up at her door. Plus, this extreme
makeover
will give Taylor the golden opportunity to prove that her
program works like a charm.
HE WANTS TO BUY IT.
Bennett Wade is many thingsโarrogant, smug, brusqueโbut
trusting isnโt one of them. Women just seem to be after
his
billions. So when he hires Taylor Reed, he has no desire
to
change. Bennett is trying to win over the feminist owner
of
a company he desperately wants to buy, but something
about
the fiery Taylor thaws the ice around his heart, making
Bennett feel things he never quite planned on. And if
thereโs one thing Bennett canโt stand, itโs when things
donโt go according to plan.
They are a match tailor-made for trouble.
EXCERPT
โLet me speak to the captain.โ Taylor reached for the
cockpit door, but it was locked.
At the same time, the attendant picked up the phone
situated to the side of the door and pushed a little
button. โCaptain, the young woman would like to speak
with you. She says she doesnโt want to be on this
flight.โ The attendant listened for a moment. โYes. All
right. Iโll tell her.โ She hung up the phone. โIโm sorry,
maโam, the captain says weโre on a schedule so itโs time
to take your seat.โ
What a complete assho .?.?. Taylor gasped. โWait. Mr.
Wade is flying the plane, isnโt he?โ
The attendant smiled. โOf course. But donโt you worry,
Sugar, heโs a very good pilot. The best. I go everywhere
with him.โ She winked.
What was the wink supposed to mean? Was she his
girlfriend? Lover? Or was it just one of those friendly
southern hospitality winks meant to create an atmosphere
of levity?
Who cares!
โYou canโt do this,โ Taylor protested. โYou canโt kidnap
me to .?.?. to .?.?. where is this thing going?โ
The woman continued smiling politely. Did she ever stop?
โSan Francisco.โ
โFine. You canโt make me go to San Francisco.โ
Ironically, that was her hometown, but not where she
lived. In any case, this was kidnapping!
โOh. Donโt worry. Iโve already booked a connecting flight
to Phoenix for you. Mr. Wade says we wouldโve taken you
all the way home, but he has an important early dinner
appointment in San Francisco. You are going on to
Phoenix, right?โ
โThatโs not the point. I want to speakโโ
A little bell chimed. โPlease take your seat, Ms. Reed.
Weโre about to take off.โ The attendant moved past her,
sat in the first row, and buckled her seatbelt.
โI canโt believe this. Seriously. Canโt. Believe this.โ
Taylor sat down on the other side of the aisle, her mind
filling up with the many unsavory things she planned to
say to that miserable asshole Bennett Wade the moment she
laid eyes on him, starting with how insanely insensitive
he was.
Donโt forget predictable. Yep, sheโd been dead-on about
his inability to accept โnoโ for an answer. And this was
just the sort of bulldozer tactic Mr. Wade was famous
for. Didnโt he understand that forcing people into
situations wouldnโt win him anything but animosity? It
was the exact behavior her program warned against doing.
Employees wanted leaders who not only respected them as
individuals and sought to understand them, but who also
inspired. That was the key to running a successful
company. Empowering versus dominating. Collaborating
versus dictating. A man like Wade would never understand
these concepts.
Hire me to train him? What a frigging joke! He wouldnโt
make it past session one.
She dug a pack of gum from her purse and popped a piece
in her mouth, preparing for takeoff.
After about thirty minutes, the small jet was up in the
air and leveling off. The attendant unbuckled, stood, and
immediately went for the phone. โHello, sir, just
checking in to see if I can bring anything to the
cockpit.โ
How about a kick in the pants? Taylor thought. I deliver
free of charge.
The attendant listened for a moment. โYes, sir. Iโll let
her know.โ
โWhat? Is he ordering me to parachute out now?โ Taylor
said. Why not? The man was completely ridiculous.
โNo, silly. That door wonโt open in flight. Thatโs why
Mr. Wade uses the Cessna for skydiving. This Grayson-500
is only for short business trips.โ
โOf course he has a plane just for skydiving. Why
wouldnโt he?โ Taylor commented to herself out loud.
โAnd he has one for international flights, tooโneeds a
bigger engine.โ The woman crinkled her pert nose. โBy the
way, sweetie, my name is Candy. Can I get you anything to
drink?โ
โNo thank you, Candy. Iโm just fine.โ
Candy shrugged and pulled out an apron from the closet.
โYou let me know if you change your mindโoh! And Mr. Wade
says heโll be with you shortly.โ
I canโt wait. Taylor mentally rubbed her revenge-hungry
hands together.
Candy turned her attention to making coffee and setting
up a tray. After a few minutes, the cabin filled with the
delicious scent of rich, nutty java, and Taylor inhaled
deeply.
No. You donโt want any of his goddamned coffee. Heโll
think heโs winning. Winning what? Taylor didnโt know, but
she wasnโt about to settle in and get comfy in his big,
fancy, stupid plane.
A few minutes later, with tray and coffee in hand, Candy
knocked on the cockpit door. It popped open, and Bennett
Wadeโs imposing frame appeared in the doorway, his
intense blue eyes immediately locking onto Taylorโs face.
He had taken off his jacket and was wearing just his
white button-down shirt and black, nicely tailored pants
that accentuated his muscular thighs. Taylor tried not to
notice how attractive his shape was.
He stepped out into the small galley, allowing Candy to
pass. She flashed a nervous glance at the back of his
head before closing the door behind her.
โWhoโs flying the plane?โ Taylor asked.
Bennett smiled, and it was that condescending grin Taylor
was learning to loathe. โFrank, my pilot. Who else?โ
Whatever. Now that thatโs out of the way .?.?. Taylor
unbuckled her seatbelt and stood. โYou have some nerve.
Who the heck do you think you are?โ
His condescending smile turned smug. Did the man think
heโd won some giant victory?
โI think Iโm a man who always gets what he wants. One way
or another.โ Crossing his well-built arms, he leaned
sideways against the doorway separating the cabin from
the galley. With his considerable height, he had to bend
his neck just a little.
โYouโre not getting anything from me,โ she shot back.
โNot now. Not ever.โ
His smile faded into that icy look, making Taylor
suddenly aware of every inch of her skin and every breath
her body took. The man knew how to set a vibe and
intimidation was his special gift.
โI wanted to talk to you, didnโt I? I think I got that,โ
he gloated.
Taylor clamped her mouth shut.
He dropped his arms and frowned. โI said, โI wanted to
talk to you,โ not the other way around. So feel free to
give me the silent treatment. Probably easier, anyway.โ
Why did every word out of this manโs mouth have to be
about proving his dominance? โYou had no right to pull me
out of the terminal and put me on this plane.โ
โI did you a favor,โ he said calmly in his deep, slow
voice, oozing with loathsome, annoying confidence.
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