Bad Boys in Black Tie

FBI Agents- Completed Series

First Published 2004-05-01 in Trade Paperback

Publisher: Kensington Brava

Miss Extreme Congeniality

CJ White knows there must be a catch when Wyatt Maddock — her despised FBI partner — offers to transfer out of Chicago and far, far away from her. There’s a catch, all right, and it’s a big one: CJ has to spend one sexy night with the untamed playboy, wearing the outfit of his choice, the pig. Okay, so the guy’s hot. So his reputation in the bedroom is the stuff of legend. So CJ’s been in a dry spell for about, oh, three years. So maybe one night to be rid of him isn’t so unbearable. But once the sheets have cooled, CJ’s just starting to heat up, and moving away is the last thing on Wyatt’s mind…

CJ White hated Wyatt Maddock. She hated the way he walked, always leading with his dick, and hated the way he talked, like he was determined to coax a giggle from every woman he approached.

She hated the way he grinned, all white teeth and wolfish charm. She hated the way he propped his feet up on her desk at work, and she hated the way he was leaning over Special Agent Dempsey right now, whispering in her ear as he held her close enough to inhale her, breasts first.

Yep, she hated him and every single minute of the last lousy three months that she’d been stuck working this insider trading case with him for the Bureau. It hadn’t been as bad before, when they’d been working a price fixing investigation, because she’d had Agent Knight to buffer her from Wyatt’s stupidity. On this case it had been just the two of them until tonight.

Yet despite that stupidity, somehow Wyatt had managed to snag the exciting side to this investigation. Their boss Nordstrom had claimed Wyatt fit the corporate image, and she had to admit he was right. The man dressed like a CEO instead of an FBI agent, and could charm the bite off a snake. So Wyatt got to head off to the Chicago stock exchange every day and play stockbroker undercover, while she got stuck transcribing tapes, filling out forms, and dealing with Nordstrom and his temper tantrums. Then at the end of each long day spent playing secretary, she had to deal with Wyatt and his amusing stories of his adventures as a fake financial whiz.

Which didn’t amuse her at all.

“Hey.” Fingers snapped in her face. “Get that table cleared, we’re running behind.”

CJ looked at the man frowning in front of her and promised herself she would be a good FBI agent and not fling him over her shoulder like she really wanted to. His name was Fisher Carter, and he was just one more reason to hate Wyatt. Somehow it just had to be Wyatt’s fault that she was stuck being a catering assistant to Fisher at Sharecron’s annual Christmas party, an offensive display of wealth and ego. Sharecron was the target of their current investigation, and the company was knee deep in insider trading.

“Sorry, Fisher, I’ll get right on it.” CJ started slapping dishes onto the metal cart she had pushed over to the table.

The plan was that Wyatt was supposed to use his image as corporate playboy to feign drunkenness, and whisk his date off down the hall to his office for a little Christmas cheer in private. Really, he was going to search the computer database for evidence. CJ was supposed to be the look-out, make sure no one followed him, since he needed a good agent covering his back.

At least, that had been the official reason given to her by Nordstrom. Somehow she thought it wasn’t coincidence that Brandy Dempsey, a blond and buff agent just helping on the case for tonight as Wyatt’s date, looked a hell of a lot better in a dress and heels than she would. CJ didn’t even own a pair of heels and she suspected her hair was stuck into the permanent shape of a ponytail.

Not that she cared that she was here wearing a waitress white shirt and Wyatt was in an expensive tux, looking like he’d been born in it. She had too many concerns in life to worry about being anything but comfortable in her clothes. Let Brandy deal with Wyatt Maddock and his roving hands, which were now sitting right above the curve of Brandy’s ass. Like that was necessary.

She snorted as she finished loading her tray, hearing Wyatt’s deep laugh as he bent over Brandy’s neck. She should be absolutely grateful that she’d been spared the hell that Brandy was enduring in the name of the Justice Department.

Hell. Hah.

Because that was the real reason CJ hated Wyatt.

She hated him because every time she looked at him, she wanted him. In her bed, over her, under her, sliding into her hard and deep, pleasing her the way he had pleased so many other women, reminding her that somewhere locked inside her frozen body, she was still a woman.

Like that was going to happen.

He didn’t think of her that way, and even if he did, she’d never let him. He was all wrong for her, the exact opposite of what she needed in her life right now, when she needed to concentrate on her son.

So if Wyatt ever did decide he was up for a challenge and put the moves on her, he’d be wearing his balls like earmuffs.

Let’s see how Pretty Boy liked that with his tux.