Title: One Night With Her Boss, One Night With Her Roommate,
One Night With the Best Man
Series: One Night Series
Author: Noelle Adams
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: Available Now
Anne has worked for her sexy, ex-surfer,
businessman boss for seven years, and she’s been in love with him for two. Jake
doesn’t think about her as anything but his ever-efficient assistant, though.
She’s been trying to get over her feelings by dating other men and interviewing
for other jobs—which doesn’t make Jake very happy. But Anne is determined not
to put her life on hold for him.
When she gets a new job offer, Jake will do
anything he can to keep her, but he still only seems to want her as an
employee. Anne might find him irresistible, but she’s learned to resist. There
are lines that he’ll just never cross.
But then everything changes in only one
night...
Ever since her former roommates deserted
her, Meg has had to share an apartment with a lazy, obnoxious ass. He won’t
pick up after himself, and he refuses to get a good job. Plus, he doesn’t
always wear enough clothes—which is really a problem, because he’s
hot.
Maybe he’s occasionally funny. And every
now and then he can be sweet. But mostly he’s just annoying. It doesn’t matter
how much he’s starting to flirt with her—Meg is going to resist. She’s way too
smart to fall for a guy who never takes anything seriously.
But then everything changes in only one
night...
Raney wants to enjoy being a bridesmaid at
her friend’s wedding, but the best man, Justin Woodward, keeps putting a damper
on her mood. He’s brilliant and kind of geeky—not at all the kind of guy she’s
used to—but she’s always been nice to him, so she can’t figure out why he acts
so cool and obnoxious with her.
It shouldn’t matter what he feels about
her, but she can’t stop thinking about him. So her mission for the weekend is
to get Justin to like her. Her attempts don’t seem to work at all.
But then everything changes in only one
night...
One
Night with her Boss:
She leaned down to open the correct drawer and
rifled through files quickly until she
found the right one.
Jake
had followed her over, and she could feel
him bristling behind her as she turned
around to hand him the file.
He stared down at it. “Why aren’t the receipts
in the February
drawer?”
“Because the receipts are all over here. If you
would let me keep the records
electronically, we wouldn’t have this argument
every other
week.”
“Do
you really think I’m going to trust the last
ten years of my life to a computer? You’ve
got to be crazy. I could lose
everything with a key
stroke.”
He’d always been kind of a Luddite. A lot of the
time she found it
adorable.
Not today.
It bothered her unreasonably that he evidently
thought the last ten years of his life were
only about building this company.
As if he was nothing but his
work.
She cleared her throat. “Keeping paper records
means you could lose everything to a
fire.”
“The cabinets are fire
proof.”
She shook her head. “Fine. It’s your business.
Your files. You can keep ancient paper
records if you want. But you aren’t
allowed in here. If you want something, ask
me.”
He stepped a little closer and braced his arm on
the cabinet next to her shoulder. “Who’s
the boss here anyway?”
She could tell his mood had changed. He wasn’t
angry. He was still bristling, but also
almost dryly amused. The transformation
of his expression left her breathless, as
did his proximity.
Her eyes were right at his chin level, so she
had to tilt her head up to meet his eyes.
“I’m not trying to be the
boss.”
His mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. “You’re
pretty bossy, to not be trying to be the
boss.”
She swallowed hard, clenching her fists to keep
herself from putting her hands on his
chest. When he was like this—clever, dry,
focused on her—she always seemed to want
him the most. “Well, I’m the boss of
this room. You’re the boss of everything
else.”
“Is that how it works?” He braced his other hand
on the cabinet, trapping her between his
arms.
“Yes.” She was flushed all over and suddenly
conscious of the ache of arousal between
her thighs. She had no idea when that
had happened. “That’s how it
works.”
She could see that he was breathing quickly too,
and he looked as hot as she felt. Something
new had blazed up in his eyes, and
for a moment she was sure he would kiss
her.
But he didn’t.
Of course, he
didn’t.
She was his assistant. Not his
girlfriend.
“Okay then,” he muttered, dropping his arms and
stepping
back.
“Okay.” She was almost shaking, her body primed
and ready for something to happen. When
clearly nothing was going to
happen.
One
Night with her
Roommate:
“What’s
the matter?” East asked in a different
tone. He was still studying her face,
and he seemed to see a lot more than he
should, despite his lazy
insouciance.
“Nothing,”
she snapped, annoyed mostly at herself for
being bothered so much at the
thought of moving out. Her eyes dipped down
again to discover that he was a
little more erect than he’d been before. In
response to the hot flash she felt,
she added, “Would you mind putting that
thing away?” She waved in the general
direction of his groin, carefully keeping
her gaze from settling there
again.
He
glanced down, as if surprised. Then he gave
her a hot grin. “Where would you
like me to put
it?”
“Put it
behind a towel or
something.”
“And
have a little respect. He’s not an ‘it’,
you know.”
She had
to choke back a laugh at his exaggeratedly
aggrieved tone. “It’s a ‘he,’ is it?
Does he have a
name?”
“Of
course.” East glanced down at himself and
then back up to her face. “His name
is
South.”
There
was no way Meg could hide the ripple of
laughter at this ironic tone. She could
see that East was smiling, as if he was
pleased he’d amused her so
much.
“Well,
would you please put South away? Normal
people don’t parade around naked, you
know.”
“You’re
the one who barged in here.” He was still
smiling, but he wrapped his towel
around his waist, hiding the part in
question.
“And I don’t
even want to know what you were doing in
here on your own with a hard-on.” To
hide her embarrassment as it hit home that
she was with East naked, she made
her voice even dryer than
normal.
He
chuckled again. “I was thinking about you,
of course. And then you came in
wearing nothing but my t-shirt and messy
hair, looking like a wet dream, so
it’s like my fantasies came to
life.”
One
Night with the Best
Man:
“It’s a
wedding,” she said. “I have my bridesmaid
dress and my dress for tonight and
something for tomorrow morning and
something for Sunday—plus shoes and all the
other stuff I need to get ready. Did you
expect me to fit it all in my
purse?”
Justin
seemed to be hiding a smile now—and it made
him surprisingly attractive. His
mobile mouth, finely drawn features, and
intelligent eyes seemed to convey a
lot more than was actually reflected on his
face. “Of course not. Didn’t I just
say I knew you’d bring a
lot?”
She
huffed and was about to snap at him for
being patronizing when she remembered
her mission to get him to like her this
weekend. So she made herself smile
instead. “Well, I guess you were
right.”
He
looked briefly surprised, but she kept
smiling at him as he closed the
trunk.
He was
peering at her as they got back in the car.
“Is everything all right?” he
asked.
“Of
course,” she said, beaming at him. “Why
wouldn’t it be?”
“I
don’t know. Something seems
strange.”
“Nothing
is strange. We better get going, since
we’re already running late. Thanks so
much for picking me
up.”
“Sure.
Any time.” He was still observing her in
quick looks as he started the car.
“I’m surprised you don’t have a boyfriend
to pick you up.”
Yet
again, it sounded like he was judging her
and finding her wanting. “Why are you
surprised by
that?”
“You
seem like the kind of girl who would always
have a boyfriend.”
The
truth was she normally did have a
boyfriend. She’d have one relationship after
another. Each one, she thought would work
out up until the moment it
apart—either when the guy lost interest or
when Raney discovered he just wasn’t
what she’d thought. She was constantly
getting crushed by how her romantic
dreams weren’t coming
true.
But
there was no reason for Justin to know
that.
“Well,
I don’t always have a boyfriend. I could
have gotten a date, but it would be
awkward since I’ll be busy with bridesmaid
stuff. I see you don’t have a
girlfriend to bring
either.”
“No, I
don’t have a
girlfriend.”
For
some reason, she was glad to hear that. It put
them more on an equal playing
field. But remembering she hadn’t been
particularly nice so far, she added,
“Well, I’m sure you could get one if you
wanted.”
“Is
that a
joke?”
She
blinked. “No. Of course, it’s not a joke.
Why would you assume it’s a
joke?”
He
peered at her again and didn’t say
anything.
Be nice. Be
nice. Be extra nice.
“Thanks
again for picking me up,” she
said.
He
frowned, looking both surprised and
displeased. “You don’t have to thank me
again.”
“Well,
I appreciate it. You had to go out of your
way, and it would have been a real
pain for me if I’d had to find another way
to get there.” She smiled at him.
Usually, her smile was enough to disarm
anyone’s bad mood. She’d always been
able to get people to return it, even if
they were in a bad mood.
But
Justin just frowned even deeper. Glancing
over from the road, he scanned her
face. “Why are you acting that
way?”
“What
way?”
“I
don’t know. Did you take something before I
picked you up?”
She
gave a little gasp and stopped
smiling.
Her
mission this weekend was going to be harder
than she thought.
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in
a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing
since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in
Virginia, where she teaches English, reads any book she can get her hands on,
and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
She loves travel, art, history, and ice
cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she
has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary
romances.
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