The Tryst

THE TRYST LAUREN BLAKELY CONTENTS Copyright About The Tryst Did you know? The Tryst 1. Just So You Know 2. I Don’t Always Follow the Rules 3. A Confidential Matter 4. Ladies Choice 5. The Right Thing 6. Challenge Accepted 7. Treasure Map 8. Sexy Mad Libs 9. Risk Assessment 10. An Absolute Beast 11. Distractible Guy 12. My Proposal 13. A Hint and A Headline 14. Daddy Bancroft 15. No Coincidences 16. A Very Bad Idea 17. You Were Right 18. This Cordial Game 19. The Friendship Strategy 20. The Handle On The Pot 21. Coral Lips 22. Old Standards 23. The Will and the Way 24. Maybe in Connecticut 25. Little Rich Girl 26. Whatever It Was, Whatever It Wasn’t 27. Four Days and Fourteen Hours 28. For Tonight 29. I Am My Past 30. That Night 31. Thank You 32. The Seriousness of Tiramisu 33. Two Girls Again 34. My Utter Obsession 35. Absolutely Everything 36. Coffee After Your Bangover 37. I Didn’t Know You Were Friends With My Dad 38. A Couple of Beers 39. I, Too, Love Leftovers 40. A Deck of Cards 41. A Different Note 42. Good Taste 43. Closet Romantic 44. A Field Day 45. I Had A Feeling 46. It’s Not Mine 47. Please Overstep 48. The Counter Offer 49. Speaking of Bossy 50. Natural Art 51. Anything for You 52. My Home Epilogue Excerpt - My So-Called Sex Life Be A Lovely More Books by Lauren Afterword Contact COPYRIGHT Copyright © 2023 by Lauren Blakely LaurenBlakely.com Cover Design by © TE Black Photo: Wander Aguiar All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means whatsoever without express written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ABOUT THE TRYST Some men are just off-limits. Like your ex-boyfriend’s father. But when I met the sexy, powerful older man shortly after my business school graduation, he was simply the seductive stranger I wanted to notice me, and he sure did. Fast forward a few months later, when my college ex – now a good friend – introduces me to the person he looks up to most…his father. The man I spent that one hot night with. I should stay far away from the commanding business mogul. But my ex and I are planning a charity fundraiser that involves late nights at his dad’s penthouse in Manhattan. Nights where he can’t stop looking at me with desire in his eyes that matches my own. I try to resist him, playing the good girl in the city…mostly. He’s the perfect gentleman…until he comes knocking on my door and tells me exactly what he wants to do to me. And I say yes. Stealing nights with him like this is supposed to be wrong, but it feels so right. And when he saves the day to protect his son at the fundraiser, my heart wants him as much as my body does. Can we ever be more than just a tryst? DID YOU KNOW? To be the first to find out when all of my upcoming books go live click here! PRO TIP: Add [email protected] to your contacts before signing up to make sure the emails go to your inbox! Did you know this book is also available in audio and paperback on all major retailers? Go to my website for links! For content warnings for this title, go to my site. THE TRYST A VIRGIN SOCIETY STANDALONE By Lauren Blakely 1 JUST SO YOU KNOW Layla I only have to last thirty more minutes. Half an hour is a good faith effort, right? I’m trying, really. It’s not like I’m sitting in this bar across from Bryce Fancypants the Third for my health. “So, yeah, when Topher came to me about a top-shelf, members-only distillery in Manhattan, I said, I am so in and here’s the check,” Bryce says, while rotating his tumbler in quarter circles every thirty seconds. I recognize the tactic from a post last week on The Gentleman’s Guide To Dating—do this if you want to communicate power on a date. Because, of course, that’s exactly how a man should communicate power—by reading articles about how to do so. “What a great friend,” I say, like I’m reading from a script. “Topher has been planning this since we went to Princeton together a few years ago,” Bryce adds, no doubt in case I didn’t hear the other three times when he told me he went to the Ivy. “How fascinating,” I say with a smile. You never know who Bryce might report back to. Like his mother at the tennis club, who’ll tell my mother at the tennis club. Since this date, like all my dates, was her idea. But dating is like makeup. I know how to put on a good face to make it through the day. I sit nice and straight and say all the right things to whatever Bryce blathers on about for the next thirty minutes, from the money he and Topher invested in the liquor, to the money they’re making hand over fist, to the way they cater to old money, since old money’s the only thing you can trust, right? When the clock behind the bar strikes eight-thirty, I can taste my freedom. Bryce is paying the tab, and fine, I’ll give