In His Wildest Dreams

Debbi Rawlins

Nick Ryder isn't happy about anyone analyzing his dreams, even if it's only as a favor to his sister's friend Emma.But after getting an eyeful of Emma au naturel, his dreams become more like an X-rated movie - with Emma in the starring role! Which would be fine - if Emma didn't expect him to share every little detail with her…. With her graduate degree in jeopardy, Emma Snow knows she should be grateful to Nick for volunteering at the last minute.But when the playboy's provocative dreams start to become her fantasies, she has a hard time separating work from play. Somehow she has to get Nick to take her study seriously. And it would be a lot easier if Emma wasn't so tempted to make all of Nick's erotic dreams come true….

“Tell me more about your dream,”

Emma probed

“Well, I stood there while the blonde tore off my clothes. The brunette just lay back and watched. I was getting pretty hot by then with all the tempting and teasing—”

Emma’s pencil snapped. She jumped and stared down at the stub left in her hand.

“Take it easy, Doc.” Nick laughed. “I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

She took a deep breath. “Are you sure this was a dream?”

He seemed momentarily disconcerted. “What? You think I made this up?” He moved closer and slipped his hand around her waist. “Doc, you wound me. I thought we were getting to be…close.” He lifted her chin and leisurely trailed his lips down her neck.

She moaned softly. “Nick, this isn’t right. If the study were over—”

He captured her mouth with his, her eager response fueling such a raging desire it made him so hard he throbbed.

“Doc, I think the study is going just fine….”

In his Wildest Dreams

Debbi Rawlins

Contents

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

Epilogue

1

“BULL. HE’S NOT on a conference call. He’s watching the Lakers game. Tell him it’s Nick Ryder and to get his butt on the line.” Nick adjusted the phone between his jaw and shoulder, leaned back in his sister’s office chair and got comfortable.

On the other end of the line, the temp hemmed and hawed for a moment. Nick sighed, taking pity on her. If she’d been his financial planner’s regular secretary, she would’ve laughed, told him the latest dirty joke she’d heard, and then patched him through to Marshall.

“Just tell him I’m on the line, okay?”

“All right, Mr. Ryder, one moment please.”

He squinted out the apartment window, hoping he’d see Brenda coming down the street. When he saw no sign of her, he cleared a spot between the two stacks of student papers she was grading and swung his feet onto her desk.

“What the devil are you doing calling me in the middle of the game?”

Nick chuckled at his friend’s gruffness. They went way back to prep school days, followed by Yale. After graduation, Marshall had stayed for another two years of graduate studies, but Nick couldn’t wait to get the hell out, and he had. Not because school was hard, but because it was too easy. The curriculum bored him silly.

“By your pleasant tone I take it I’m winning our bet?”

“One of these days, Ryder, you’re going to fall on your ass.”

Nick snorted. “Tell you what, without even asking the score, I’ll give you another four points.”

“Smug bastard.”

“Man, that’s what I get for practically giving you your money back?”

Marshall’s laugh was interrupted by a cough, and Nick winced. He wished the guy would quit smoking like the doctors had advised. “What do you want, Nick?”

“I got a tip on a new restaurant chain. Their stock is about to go up and I want five hundred shares before it does.”

“You know restaurants are risky.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got this hunch.”

Marshall sighed. “Far be it from me to underestimate one of your hunches. No matter what, you always manage to land on your feet.”

“What’s life without a few risks?”

Marshall muttered something Nick didn’t hear. Just as well. He was sick of the “Golden Boy” cracks, even though he knew Marshall