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  Epilogue

  Dear Readers,

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

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  Mixed Into Love

  A Bachelorette Party & Yeah, Baby Crossover Novella

  Rochelle Paige

  Contents

  Dear Readers,

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Sex, Vows & Babies Kindle World

  Books By This Author

  About the Author

  Dear Readers,

  Welcome to the Sex, Vows & Babies Kindle World! In this combination of my Sex & Vows and Yeah, Baby series, we’ll bring you new books by some truly amazing authors. From sexy stories of married couples fighting against outside forces to keep their happily ever after, to unexpected pregnancies that lead to forever afters… the Sex, Vows & Babies world is full of over the top alphas, sassy heroines, insta-love, wedding bells, and growing families. Although the wide cast of characters in both series have managed to find love, there’s plenty more out there who could use Sex, Vows & Babies in their lives—like the couple in this story!

  If you’re familiar with the Yeah, Baby and Sex & Vows series, you’ll see a familiar face (or more) in this story. I am so excited this author agreed to bring their storytelling talent to the Sex, Vows & Babies Kindle World! However, please keep in mind that this book is entirely the work of the author, and I didn’t have any part in the process of writing this book.

  For more about the world, stop by the Sex, Vows & Babies website: http://www.fionadavenport.com/kindle-worlds/.

  Happy reading!

  Fiona Davenport (Elle Christensen & Rochelle Paige)

  1

  Dane

  My trip to Atlanta was supposed to be a quick one. The plan had been for me to fly in on Friday evening and back out again on Sunday morning. A friend from college called me up a week ago and asked for some advice because he was thinking about buying a bar. Since I owned a fairly successful one in Chicago, he wanted me to come down and take a look at the place to see if it was worth the investment.

  My travel plans flew out the window the minute I walked into the bar he wanted to buy and caught sight of the blonde bartender working there. Her hair was pulled into a braid that hung down to the middle of her back, showing off her face—high cheekbones, plump lips, and eyes so blue it was hard to believe they were real. She was a good eight inches shorter than my six-foot frame, but from what I could see she didn’t lack any curves. Her tight blue t-shirt was stretched tautly across a perfect set of tits that were practically begging for my touch—and had drawn the attention of every other guy sitting at the bar.

  I’d spent time around my fair share of attractive women over the years. I had even dated some of them. The staff at my bar back in Chicago all tended to be lookers since the clientele liked it that way. But every other woman paled in comparison to the blonde behind the bar I’d just walked into. She was, without a doubt, the most stunning woman I’d ever seen. Something else I’d never seen before was my jealous side, but the lewd stares guys were sending her way had my previously undiscovered possessive nature roaring to life.

  I responded to her as I’d never reacted to another woman. It wasn’t only my body, even though there was no ignoring the way my cock hardened just at the sight of her. It felt like my heart and my mind were engaged, too. As fucking ridiculous as that sounded. Somehow, in that instant, I knew what we could—no, make that would because I refused to consider any other option—have was more than just physical. She was meant to be mine. It struck me like lightning, and I didn’t bother questioning it. I wasn’t a man who second-guessed himself, even when I was about to act pussy-whipped apparently.

  If I saw something I wanted, I went after it. Like my car, a 1967 Shelby GT500 that I’d bought from a seller halfway across the country because the restoration job had been superb. Or my bar, which hadn’t even been up for sale when I’d first decided I wanted to own it. I’d known right away that they were supposed to be mine, and I was filled with the same kind of certainty when I looked at my blonde bombshell. That meant a thirty-six-hour turnaround wasn’t going to work for me. Not unless I could convince her to abandon Atlanta and hop on the plane to Chicago with me on Sunday.

  With the way the blue of her eyes deepened as they scanned me, I thought it might not be impossible. There was definitely some interest there. But then her gaze slid from me to a guy at the end of the bar, and a flirtatious grin curved her lips.

  A quick text to my pilot to inform him of the change in plans was all it took to extend my trip. When I returned to the hotel, I’d push back my checkout date there, too. The little minx had no idea what was in store for her with me, but she was about to find out.

  I strode towards the bar. My entire focus was on her, and I didn’t notice a group of women moving in my direction until they intercepted me when I was only a few feet away from the bar. There were six of them; all dressed in little black dresses with shot glass necklaces hanging from their necks and tiaras with different sayings on them. It wasn’t quite nine o’clock yet, but it looked like they’d been partying for a while already.

  “Wanna buy the bachelorette a shot?” Crazy Bitch—since I didn’t know her name, I was going off what was printed on her tiara—asked. She jerked her thumb over her shoulder at a tall brunette wearing a Bride-to-Be tiara.

  “Of course,” I murmured, stepping away from her and making my way to the bar. Not only was buying a shot for the bachelorette a tradition; the more drinks I ordered, the more time I’d have the bartender’s attention focused on me. She must have been paying attention because she was waiting for me when I got there.

  “What’ll it be?” Her gaze slid over my shoulder to the group of women I could hear approaching behind me. “A slippery nipple, sex on the beach or a blowjob?”

  My brain knew she was just rattling off popular shots for bachelorette parties, but my cock didn’t want to listen to reason. It was so hard; my cock felt like it was about to break through my zipper. I moved in front of a stool and leaned against the bar, hoping to hide the steel rod in my pants. “How about a round of lemon drops for the whole bridal party?”

  Her eyes widened in surprise, but they also flared with a hint of approval. It could have been because I didn’t use her dirty shot suggestions to make a pass at her. Or it might have been because I was buying a round of drinks instead of just one. Either way, I was determined to see those pretty blue eyes filled with appreciation often.

  “Coming right up.”

  I enjoyed the confidence with which she moved as she set the sho
ts up, adding sugar to the rim of each glass and lining them up in a neat little row. She flashed me a sassy grin as she flipped the bottle of vodka in the air, twirling it around before she poured it into a shaker with lemon juice and ice. I studied her face as she filled the shot glasses and slid them towards me, along with a pile of lemon wedges. Up close, she looked younger than I initially thought. Young enough that I had to question how the fuck she had a job as a bartender.

  “That’ll be thirty-six dollars.” I slid a fifty towards her and waved off the change.

  “Are you sure you’re old enough to be working here?” I asked in a low voice.

  Her spine straightened, and those blue eyes heated with irritation. I should have kept my stupid mouth shut, especially since it didn’t really matter how old she was as long as she wasn’t jailbait.

  “Silly man, you never ask a girl her age,” Miss Priss giggled as she snagged one of the shots. She glanced over at the bartender. “Although you can’t really blame him for thinking you’re young since you look it.”

  “I’m twenty,” she snapped. “I’ve been tending bar for a year, and I’m damn good at it.”

  Ten years was a big age difference, but she was legal and that’s what was important. I held up my hands in surrender. “I never said you weren’t. I didn’t even think it, especially not after watching your trick with the vodka bottle. But I’m from Chicago, and bartenders there have to be twenty-one.”

  She nodded, her shoulders relaxing at my explanation. The bachelorette party had downed their shots while we were talking, and her eyes darted from their empty glasses on the bar to me. “I didn’t even ask you what you’d like.”

  “Your name.”

  “To drink,” she clarified.

  “Aww, come on. Tell him your name,” Hot Mess urged her, waving her hand up and down in my direction. “Look at the guy. He’s hot.” I took notice of the way my blonde bombshell’s eyes narrowed at the other woman’s description of me. “He’s nice, too. He didn’t have to buy all of us a drink.” Hot Mess’s gaze turned calculating, and she inched closer to me. “He didn’t even blink at the cost, and he’s a good tipper. On second thought, don’t tell him your name so I can give him mine instead.”

  “Addilyn,” the bartender blurted out. “My name is Addilyn.”

  “C’mon. Leave them alone. He’s so into her he barely looked at any of us when we’re all looking our best.” Miss Priss practically dragged her friend away from the bar.

  “It’s no fair,” Hot Mess complained. “All the good ones are always taken.”

  “You practically waved the red flag at her. What did you expect would happen? If you’d been a little more patient and let her shoot him down, you might have had a chance.”

  “Bachelorette parties,” Addilyn laughed. “Sometimes they bring out desperation in the bride’s unmarried friends.”

  “You saying she’d have to be desperate to want me?”

  “What? Umm, no,” she sputtered, a light pink blush tinging her cheeks. “Of course not.”

  “I’m just teasing.” I leaned closer, enjoying the fuck out of the way she blushed as I offered her a wolfish smile. “Not that it would matter because there’s only one woman I need to want me, and that’s you.”

  2

  Addilyn

  “So what you’re saying is that it’s okay for me to be desperate? But not her or other women?” I deadpanned, resorting to sarcasm because I wasn’t sure how to react to what he’d said. I was used to guys hitting on me while I was at work, but never by someone who made me feel like I was the only woman in the place.

  His hazel eyes filled with humor, making him even sexier. It shouldn’t have been possible since Hot Mess’s description of him was a major understatement. His dark hair was styled to look like he’d just rolled out of bed, and it had my fingers itching to reach out and muss it up further. His forest-green dress shirt was a great color on him, and it did nothing to hide his sculpted chest and arms. He was impossible to miss, even when I’d been trying to ignore my reaction to him.

  “Beautiful and witty.”

  I felt the impact of his compliment a heck of a lot more than I should have considering I never got personal with male customers. “Bartending’s taught me the fine art of the quick reply.”

  “I like it.”

  His smile deepened, and it sent butterflies swirling in my belly. Guys didn’t get me all flustered, but this one had managed to throw me off balance with just a simple conversation. It was past time for me to take back control and remind us both why he was here. “How about a drink for you?”

  “Dane,” he answered.

  “Dane?” I echoed, tilting my head. “You’ll have to help me out here. I’m not familiar with that one.”

  Those hazel eyes twinkled at me, looking more green than blue as they filled with humor. “Dane Edwards. It’s my name, not a drink.”

  “Crap,” I mumbled to myself as I felt my cheeks fill with heat. Of course he had a name that matched his ridiculously good looks. “So much for those quick replies, huh?”

  “How about you show me what else bartending has taught you instead? Surprise me with a drink.”

  “I can do that.” I nodded decisively and went about grabbing the items I needed for one of my favorite drinks—one that I could only drink at home since I wasn’t old enough to enjoy all the concoctions I mixed up while at work. I combined dark rum with some fresh lime juice and poured it into a tall glass full of ice. Then I added ginger beer to the mixture and stirred it gently with a straw before garnishing it with a lime and sliding the glass his way.

  Dane looked skeptical, but he took a tentative sip anyway. The sip turned into a gulp, and he licked his lips after downing about a quarter of the drink. I tore my eyes away from the sight, silently cursing my damp panties and my sudden urge to nibble on his plump bottom lip.

  “That’s damn good.” He took another sip. “Refreshing, and exactly what I needed after my flight down here.”

  “You in town for business or pleasure?”

  “My trip was supposed to be business, but now I’m thinking it’s going to be all about pleasure.”

  His heated stare made it clear that he expected that pleasure to be with me. It was tempting—too much so, considering my plans to work through Spring Break while most of the students I knew were off to the beaches of Florida or Mexico. It figured that I’d finally meet a guy who got my sex drive revving when I actually had some free time on my hands, but that he’d be in my no-go zone because he was a customer. And one who was only in town because of a business trip at that, making spending time with him an even worse decision. “I better go check on my other customers.”

  I hurried off and did just that, managing to avoid Dane for the most part over the next few hours. I served him another dark ‘n stormy before he switched to coffee, shivering when his fingers slid against mine as he took the mug from me. The sexy smirk he flashed at me made it clear he’d caught my reaction and appreciated it. But he didn’t push his advantage and let me continue to pretend that I wasn’t tuned into his every move.

  He was cool about it, too… right up until the first time I aimed a flirtatious smile at one of my male customers. I felt the heat of Dane’s glare between my shoulder blades but tried to ignore it while I got my customer his beer. I never let it go far, but a little light flirting made for better tips. After working at the club for a year, it wasn’t something I even thought about. It was part of the drill, like the tight shirts my boss insisted I wear. With Dane glaring daggers, it didn’t feel natural anymore. It felt like I was doing something wrong.

  After I set the beer on the bar and turned away, I wasn’t surprised to find Dane’s lips twisted into a scowl. His eyes weren’t on me; they were on my customer—who noticed and abruptly moved to a table, leaving a ten-dollar bill on the bar. Thinking about his nine-dollar tab, I frowned.

  “How long did you say you were going to be in town?” I asked Dane.

 
; “I didn’t.”

  I gave him a look that said I wasn’t happy with the lack of reply, but it didn’t seem to faze him much. If anything, he looked more relaxed with my attention focused back on him.

  “I was supposed to head back to Chicago on Sunday, but I’ve bumped back my return date.”

  “You did?” When I’d served him his first drink, he’d made it sound like this was his first stop, or close to it. After buying the bachelorette party a round of drinks, he hadn’t talked to anyone else in the club except for me. It couldn’t possibly mean what it seemed like he was implying, though. “Problems with the business that brought you to town?”

  “Nope.” He let the P pop at the end and smiled at me.

  “Then why did you change your plans?”

  He quirked an eyebrow at me. “Why do you think, Addilyn?”

  “Because of me?” He nodded, and the butterflies went swarming in my belly again. “So you want to spend more time with me while you’re here?”

  “That’s an understatement if I ever heard one.”

  I glanced over his shoulder at the guy he’d scared away. “If you keep coming in while I’m on shift, you’re not going to do me any favors when it comes to tips,” I grumbled. “And I was kind of hoping I’d be able to pad my checking account by working extra over Spring Break.”

  “I’ll more than make up for it,” he promised, and I had a feeling he didn’t just mean the tips I’d get from him.

  “Promises, promises,” I teased.

  “I will always keep my word when it comes to you.”

  “Wow,” I breathed, speechless for the first time in my life. He said it with such conviction; I couldn’t help but believe him.

  The bachelorette party called me down to the other end of the bar, and the spell was broken. I made them a round of blowjob shots and took a couple of photos of the group with the maid of honor’s phone. When I was done, Dane was on his cell phone. He was speaking softly, but in a firm tone, and I caught the tail end of his conversation when I walked up.