One Night Stand With The Billionaire Boss

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d at seven, and it’s now almost one a.m. Fortunately nobody else can tell, as he’s always been able to h

r doubles of the most expensive whiskies all evening. Earlier I complained that he was trying to get me drunk, and he replied that he was hoping I’d fall over to entertain the guests. It’s not beyond the realms of possibility considering

rother’s tonight, and I won’t pick her up until the mo

ng is to summon the courage to talk to

joke or anecdote that’s made them all burst out laughing. He looks gorgeous tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day and the height of summer in New Zealand, so he discarded the jacket of his three-piece da

at’s unbuttoned almost to her navel, has been making eyes at him all evening. She’s

ng her rounds through the various rooms in the club, ensuring the Valentine’s Day party is running smooth

f I could summon the energy. He said he only had four

lack of sleep if the

r tongue rolled out like

ot spiteful. We’re well used

n’s-only port and smoking rooms with something that catered for the young entrepreneurs of Auckland. Trust in business is essential, especially in our current economic climate, and he recognizes t

club, holding meetings here, bringing our clients, and introducing as many new faces as we can. And it seems to be working; Huxley’s won second

ifferent vibe. The one we’re currently in is called the Churchill Lounge. It’s a bit old boys’ school, which I moan about, but secretly I love all the dark-brown wood, the red leather seats, and the bottles of whisky and brandy above the bar. The whole build

cks and shares rather than sweet nothings over their champagne, although I suspect romance has flowed beneath the surface, as it often does when people get together. But it’s quiet

se eyelashes as they’re annoying me. I’m ashamed to say I made an extra effort on my appearance this evening, knowing he finds it harder to say no to me when I use my wo

Victoria says, referring to one of our other

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nuine pleasure. “Oh, no, I

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ds with a grin. “I’ve never see

able to distract him from his res

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woman who isn’

ges, thank you very much. Battery-po

so he’s sitting like me, with his back against the wall. “I’m always interested when women start talking about their—Jesus!” He slams his hand on the table, making u

ased he’s joined us.