Contents ( 110)
- The Joy Delivered Duet
- Lauren Blakely
- Copyright
- Also By Lauren Blakely
- ONE NIGHT WITH HER
- One Night With Her - Chapter One
- One Night With Her - Chapter Two
- One Night With Her - Chapter Three
- One Night With Her - Chapter Four
- One Night With Her
- NIGHTS WITH HIM
- 1
- Surprise
- 2
- Improper
- 3
- Pressure
- 4
- Proposal
- 5
- After Hours
- 6
- Addictive
- 7
- Services
- 8
- Surface Scratching
- 9
- Disguises
- 10
- It is Certain
- 11
- Dirty Inquisition
- 12
- Fit
- 13
- Sooner or Later
- 14
- Peaches and Lace
- 15
- Misbehave
- 16
- Fall Apart
- 17
- Perceptions
- 18
- Too Far Gone
- 19
- Illusions
- 20
- Mais Oui
- 21
- Turn Around
- 22
- New
- 23
- Blunt
- 24
- Closed
- 25
- Consumed
- 26
- Slammed
- 27
- Spin
- 28
- Plan B
- 29
- Seemingly Impossible
- 30
- Incandescent
- Epilogue
- Forbidden Nights
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- 6
- 7
- 8
- 9
- 10
- 11
- 12
- 13
- 14
- 15
- 16
- 17
- 18
- 19
- 20
- 21
- 22
- 23
- 24
- 25
- 26
- 27
- 28
- 29
- 30
- 31
- 32
- 33
- Epilogue
- Also by Lauren Blakely
- Acknowledgments
- Contact
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 10, 10:32 AM
subject: Your email address
Been meaning to ask this—I take it there are no devilishly handsome CEOs of lingerie companies who have access to this email? That you set it up just for me?
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 10, 10:55 AM
subject: Spotting it from across town
You have a bit of a jealous streak, don’t you? And I assure you, there are no other devilishly handsome CEOs that I know at all, lingerie or otherwise, and they certainly wouldn’t be emailing me here, seeing as I just set it up for you. But I have often thought the handyman in my building is quite cute.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 10, 10:56 AM
subject: Couldn’t resist
I’m just kidding. He’s not that cute. OK, maybe a tad cute.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 10, 10:57 AM
subject: Couldn’t resist either
Not as cute as you though, when you’re jealous.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 10, 11:01 AM
subject: A mile wide
My jealous streak knows no bounds. Especially not after this weekend. Not after the hallway. Not after the couch. Not after the shower. Hell, not after what you did to me on the Met Life Tower.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 10, 11:03 AM
subject: WHAT I DID TO YOU?
I think it was the other way around.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 10, 11:11 AM
subject: YES
No. It was not. What you did to me was make me want more of you. I have a large appetite when it comes to you.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 10, 12:01 PM
subject: I have to ask
Why?
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 10, 12:18 PM
subject: I have to answer
Why do I want you? Because you are smart. Because you are beautiful. Because you make me laugh. Because you are sensual and passionate and the way you give me your body drives me absolutely fucking wild, and now I am rock-hard again for you. There. Satisfied?
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 10, 12:56 PM
subject: With you? Always satisfied . . .
Thank you. That was very nice of you.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 10, 1:08 PM
subject: Nice is a bad word
It wasn’t nice. There was nothing nice about that. It was true, is what it was. Which is why I set up this email just for you. Why aren’t you here working in the same fucking building? I want you, Michelle.
Because if she were in the same building she’d get nothing done. She’d keep popping up to his office to visit him. Better that he worked across town. Besides, she had a packed schedule, and another new client in ten minutes, so she clicked out of her email and skipped over to her patient notes from the office manager. Another scant set of details, as was expected. The only info she had on the man named Clark Davidson was two words long—marital challenges.