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The Virgin’s Price
By Melanie MilburneTORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDONAMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURGSTOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRIDPRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND
CONTENTS
 
CHAPTER ONE
‘I CAN’T believe he wrote that about me!’ Mia threw the morning’s newspaper down indisgust, her grey eyes flashing with rage. ‘It’s the first real acting job I’ve had and hecompletely rubbishes it. My career will be over before it even starts.’‘I wouldn’t take it too personally,’ Shelley said as she reloaded the café dishwasher. ‘BrynDwyer rubbishes just about everything. Did you hear him on drive-time radio yesterday?He made a complete fool of the person he was interviewing. It’s how he gets the ratingshe does. You either love him or you hate him.’‘Well, I hate him,’ Mia said with feeling. ‘I just wish I could have the chance to tell himto his arrogant, stuck-up face.’‘Yeah, well, you never know your luck,’ Shelley said as she placed the washing powder in the compartment of the dishwasher. ‘He was in here three mornings in a row last week,each time with a different woman. You should have seen the way Tony gushed all over him as if he was royalty. I nearly puked.’‘In here?’ Mia’s eyes began to sparkle with hope. ‘Bryn Dwyer?’Shelley straightened from the dishwasher. ‘Listen, Mia, just remember you’ve only juststarted and Tony only gave you the job in the first place because I put in such a goodword for you. If you so much as—’‘One cappuccino and a double decaf latte on table seven.’ Tony Pretelli, the café owner,slapped the order on the counter and scooped up a plate of raisin toast on his way past.‘And make it snappy. Our favourite celebrity is here again this morning.’‘Uh-oh,’ Shelley said as she took a quick peek over the counter.‘Who is it?’ Mia asked as she peered over Shelley’s shoulder. She whistled through her teeth when she caught a glimpse of a tall man with dark brown shiny hair and broadshoulders sitting chatting to an attractive brunette. ‘Well, I’ll be damned.’Shelley grabbed her by the arm. ‘Don’t even think about it, Mia. You know what Tony’slike. He’ll fire you on the spot if you do anything to upset a customer, celebrity or not.’Mia unpeeled the waitress’s fingers and, giving her a sugar-sweet smile, reached for thecoffees the barista on duty had just made. ‘I think I’ll risk it just this once. Anyway, it will be worth it to get back at that pompous jerk for giving me such a bad review.’Shelley winced as Mia swept past with the coffees. ‘I don’t think I can watch this…’Mia sauntered up to the table where Bryn Dwyer was seated with his back to her. It was avery broad back, she couldn’t help noticing, and even though he was wearing a pale blue
 
 business shirt she could see the bunching of well-developed muscles through theexpensive fabric. His shirt cuffs were rolled up at the wrists, revealing tanned forearmssprinkled with dark masculine hair, and an expensive silver watch on his left wrist. Hishair was neither long nor short or straight or curly but somewhere in between, and wasstyled in a casual manner that suggested his long, tanned fingers had been used as itslatest combing tool.She didn’t need to see his face; it had been splashed on the cover of just about everywomen’s magazine for the past month as for the second year in a row he had beenawarded the Bachelor of the Year title. His prime-time radio slot and popular weeklycolumn in a Sydney broadsheet gave him the sort of fame and fortune most people onlyever dreamed of, but even without that, he was a multimillionaire from some clever  property investments he’d made all before he’d hit thirty-two or-three years or so ago.Mia gave her reflection a quick glance in the mirrors above the booth section of the caféon her way past, reassuring herself that he couldn’t possibly recognise her from lastnight’s performance. With her shoulder-length blonde hair scraped back in a high pony-tail and no make-up on she looked just like an ordinary café waitress. She gave amischievous little smile as she mentally rehearsed an Irish accent; even better—avisiting-from-abroad café waitress.‘Top of the mornin’ to you both. Now, what do we have here—a cappuccino and a doubleskinny decaf?’ she lilted cheerily, as she hovered by Bryn’s elbow.‘Mine is the decaf,’ the brunette woman said with a friendly smile.Mia reached over to place it in front of her and then turned to the woman’s dark-hairedcompanion, who hadn’t even bothered to acknowledge her presence. ‘And what is it thatyou will be having, sir?’‘The cappuccino,’ he said without looking up from the document he was reading.‘One cappuccino coming up,’ Mia said and proceeded to pour it into his lap.‘What the hell…?’ Bryn sprang to his feet and tugged the fabric of his trousers away fromhis lukewarm groin.‘I’m terribly sorry, how very clumsy of me,’ she said with no trace of sincerity. ‘I’ll getyou another one straight away.’‘I don’t want another one!’ He glared down at her and then, narrowing his eyes a fraction,asked, ‘Hey, don’t I know you?’She gave him a vacant look and began to turn away. ‘Sorry, but I think you must bemistaken. I have never met you before.’
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can u please email me this book my id is pscsp14@gmail.com

Australian millionaire Bryn Dwyer was looking for a wife--quickly, conveniently and temporarily. But not one of the empty-headed bimbos he usually had adorning his arm. Hotheaded Mia Forrester promised much more.... Bryn was offering a large amount of money, which Mia seemed happy to accept. But he was unaware of the very good reason she had for accepting his proposal--and his cash. He was also about to discover that he'd employed a virgin to be his new bride!

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