One Night With My Billionaire Boss

promised a day of misery. She kept her eyes closed, unwilling to let the morning light assault her retinas just yet. She shifted, expecti

t usually smelled of stale coffee and the vanilla candle she burned to mask the scent of the city. This

er hand did not find wood or plastic. Instead, her palm landed on the rumpled mattress. The high-thread-cou

red against her ribs, a fra

ped her

floor-to-ceiling windows or the modern art on the walls. Her gaze was locked on the frosted glass door

of champagne she had consumed to numb the boredom. The elevator ride where the air had suddenly become too thi

topped breathing. This was a catastrophe. This

three times last night. He had not answered. That was

clutching it to her chest. She had to l

felt heavy, uncooperative. She managed to sit up, swinging her legs over the side,

a designer gown, was lying in a heap near the door. It was ruined. The zipper was torn, the fabric ripped at

e was naked, stranded in th

oom cut off. The silence that fo

her chin, scrambling backward until her back hit

om door cl

his hips, water droplets clinging to his broad shoulders and tracking down the defined ridges of his abdomen. He moved with a stiff, controlled grace. The

ing over her, clutching the sheet. He did not look embarrassed. He d

orning,

red her throat, her voice trembling when she finally s

ment fluid yet careful, toward the massive walk-in closet. He dis

em on the fo

hese,"

x. Chanel. She looked back at him

er his bare chest. "Given the events of last night, a

inked.

The word hung in the

laugh. It was a hyster

rice, especially with a vital, confidential brand acquisition currently in the sensitive negotiation phase. A sudden ma

ght where he had touched her in ways that made her burn just th

ispered. "I am not marryi

t is a contract. A business arran

friend," Hali

en degrees. Ezra's eyes narrowed, a flicker

sive, as if referring to a minor clerical error. "H

r chin, trying to salvage so

lls last night," Ezra sta

d. "That doe

ed his back to her, walking toward the coffee machine in

g under his skin. He was dismissing her. H

ag and sprinted into the bathroom, lo

he mirror. Her hair was a disaster. Her lips were swollen. There were r

er on her face, scrubbing hard, trying to wash

Chanel silhouette but with a modern, edgy cut. It was from

on. It fi

the skirt. It fit remarkably well-standard sample size, perhap

want to know. She opened the box. Underw

fasten the buttons. She felt like a doll he had dressed up. She

ing on a velvet sofa, a cup of black coffee in hi

You'll n

to pretend this never happened. I am going to work, and I am going to be a junior

e door, her heels si

was quiet, but it commanded obedien

er the door handle. She didn't t

was empty. She practically ran to the elevator, pressing th

nd leaned against the mirrored wall, closing h

, the numbers counting

ng her hair as a shield. She walked fast, ignoring the doorman,

h, thinking she had m

o the curb, blocking her path. Th

ght hand, sat in the driver's seat. He looked at her wit

id. "Mr. Gardner instruc

no taxis. The subway was three blocks away. She was

as tr