Bond Girl

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Erin Duffy. Bond Girl

ERIN DUFFY. Bond Girl

Prologue. The Giant Adult Sandbox from Hell

One. Leatherface and Starfish Ted

Two. She’s Cute. Would I Do Her?

Three. Girlie

Four. If I Wanted to Educate the Youth of America, I’d Have Been a Fucking Nursery School Teacher

Five. Bonus Season

Six. Hotel Cromwell

Seven. Sake Bombs

Eight. Go-Go Gadget Undies

Nine. You’re Going to Eat the Vending Machine for $28,000?

Ten. Charity Begins at Home

Eleven. The Petting Zoo

Twelve. I’m Responsible for the Destruction of Corporate Feminism

Thirteen. Eat My Dust, Tony the Tiger

Fourteen. Buyer of That Babe in Size

Fifteen. Wet My Lips Wednesday

Sixteen. The Sugar Sweetie

Seventeen. Financial Armageddon

Eighteen. Golden Handcuffs

Nineteen. Payback’s a Bitch

Twenty. Capiche?

The Blackout: A True Story

A Girl’s Essential Guide to Surviving the City:

City Dating 101

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Copyright

About the Publisher

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For my family.

For my brothers: Scott, James, and Christopher. Thank you for always making me laugh, hard. But especially for my parents. For my father, my idol, who always encouraged me to go to the Street, a life I still don’t think I deserve but am so proud to have. And for my mother, my mentor, who quietly supports even the worst of decisions (and believe me, there are many) and who always thought I should write. I guess you both had a point.

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I STOOD HELPLESSLY CLUTCHING my chair like a security blanket, staring at my fellow team members, none of whom made a move to introduce themselves. I walked down the first row, feeling as if I was walking the plank, until a man who looked an awful lot like Andy Garcia intercepted me. He had the same tan skin, the same black hair, the same brooding eyes, and thankfully, a smile.

“Hey,” he said as he shook my hand. “I’m Drew. Why don’t you hang out with me today?”

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