One Night Stand With The Billionaire Boss

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be under the tabl

cue to retire for the night. See y

s for all yo

.” She nods at me, the

ever fails to make my heart skip a beat. He’s tall, and the fact that he took up the unusual sport of archery at school and has practiced it ever since is reflected in his well-muscled shoulders. He has brown hair that’s short

Ian behind the bar, an

est. “I should be he

l be drinking alone,

-lamé? I thought you’d hav

mused look. “She

reathing,

t’s Valentine’s Day. Why would I want t

le. “Technically, it

Ian as he brings two

glasses. “You’re trying to

uxley says. “It files

edges? I don

is glass, and I tap mine to it. “I always drink to wo

orld

uthful of the amb

e your flowe

n pink roses delivered t

nd thank you very much. But you’v

best friend

ng me

that I’d ask you out every

n my heart by then, which I’m sure he knows, although we’ve never openly discussed

s gorgeous light-gray eyes on mine. Then, lowering his

dmonish.

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friends, and I don’t

? Isn’t that the b

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friends wit

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give me point

any points. S

out battery-powered devices. It

nently a hundred degrees.

erous

hat you have a reputation in th

a moment. “So do

up, livid. “The guys have been talking ab

s discussing what you’re like in bed, but I’m supposed to be flatte

lose my mouth. “All right,”

ttle bit flattered,” he conced

augh. “What do t

know I’d shut down a conver

ay, “You’re n

n to gossip to know yo

, harder, and I nearly fall off my chair. Lu

rate him, “do

this should be

thi

ith other women, Huxley prides himself on being a gentleman. He’s respectful and polite, and even wh

monthly enquiry, it won’t progress beyond platonic, and because of that we tease each other almost continuously. But although sometimes our teasing gets near the knuckle

says. “I hope it doesn’t involve deta

me giggle

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as you are—allegedly—shouldn’t worr

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