One Night in Buenos Aires

By Amanda K. Byrne

As a reward for a hard-won contract, best friends Drea and Joe head to Buenos Aires for sun, wine, and the tango. But their week of relaxation is off to an ominous start when a reservation mix-up leaves them with only one option: one room…and one bed.

Exhausted from travel, the two friends figure it won't be a big deal to share a bed for one night—right up until they wake wrapped around each other and seconds away from, well, you know.

When the two decide to follow through on their impulse, they protect their friendship by agreeing that when the vacation's over, the fling's over. While Drea's convinced it's nothing more than a mutual itch, Joe discovers Drea might be everything he's ever wanted. Now all he has to do is convince her that what happens in Buenos Aires doesn't always have to stay in Buenos Aires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jul 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781622667673

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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Two friends. One hotel room. And a whole lot of heat.

As a reward for a hard-won contract, best friends Drea and Joe head to Buenos Aires for sun, wine, and the tango. But their week of relaxation is off to an ominous start when a reservation mix-up leaves them with only one option: one room…and one bed.

Exhausted from travel, the two friends figure it won’t be a big deal to share a bed for one night—right up until they wake wrapped around each other and seconds away from, well, you know.

When the two decide to follow through on their impulse, they protect their friendship by agreeing that when the vacation’s over, the fling’s over. While Drea’s convinced it’s nothing more than a mutual itch, Joe discovers Drea might be everything he’s ever wanted. Now all he has to do is convince her that what happens in Buenos Aires doesn’t always have to stay in Buenos Aires.

One Night in

Buenos Aires

Amanda K Byrne

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by Amanda Byrne. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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ISBN 978-1-62266-767-3

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition July 2014

Chapter One

Buenos Aires, Argentina

Drea stifled a sigh and dug down for more patience. Joe looked about ready to explode. Red-faced, tight-lipped, eyes narrowed, the whole deal. She didn’t blame him. It had been an aggravating day, and it had just gotten worse.

She turned back to the desk. Are you certain there’s no reservation? For either of us?

The clerk shook his head. My apologies. His accent was thick, and the two words were difficult to understand. We have a room available, if you would like—

We’ll take it, she said, elbowing Joe before he could open his mouth to say no. And he would say no. With the mood he was in, he wouldn’t stop at no. He’d add in a whole lot of cussin’, too.

The clerk handed her the key card. Before she could pick up her bag, Joe nudged her hand aside, grabbed it, gave her a tired smile, and headed for the elevator. She hurried after him and caught up as the doors were closing. He set the bags down and muttered something unintelligible, flexing his hands. She ignored him. If she didn’t, she’d do something stupid. Like hit him.

He was her friend, she reminded herself. A good friend. A close friend. This trip was supposed to be a celebration of sorts. The hotel chain wanted to expand their advertising presence in the States, and they’d ended up with the winning pitch for the San Mateo account. Their new client was so excited, they’d ponied up an all-expenses paid trip for a week in their newest hotel in Buenos Aires.

A trip that was supposed to have included a suite with two bedrooms.

Their room proved to be quite lovely, albeit much smaller than the suite they’d been promised. The walls were painted a soft gray, the spread on the king sized bed a shinier version of the same color. She shivered. The air-conditioning was on high to combat the ninety-plus-degree heat outside. A long way from the freezing temperatures and snow in Boston.

He set his suitcase down and scowled at the bed. I’m gonna—

Do what? Throw a temper tantrum at the front desk? They lost the reservation. We’ll deal with it. I’m sure they’ll give us another room when one becomes available.

Right, he grumbled.

She stopped her tour of the room by the balcony doors and glared at him, her temper slipping its leash a little. You know what? I get it. It’s been a long day. A very, very long day. Nothing’s gone right. But we’re here, and I intend to enjoy myself. You have two choices: you can shut up and deal with it, or you can march your skinny ass out that door and go back to the airport. She ignored his narrow stare. "I’m going to take a shower, and then I’m going for a walk. Alone." It would give her temper time to cool.

She brushed past him and hauled her suitcase onto the bed and pulled out clean clothes, then shut herself in the bathroom.

The shower stall was huge. Sandy-brown tile threw her whimper back at her as the hot water hit her shoulders, and she wallowed in it for several minutes. The back-to-back flights on little sleep had worn her out, and listening to Joe gripe about it hadn’t helped.

She was never traveling with him again. Not if she could help it.

Clean and feeling marginally more alert, she pulled on the dress she’d taken from her bag, pinned her hair into a messy bun, and went back to her suitcase to dig out a pair of sandals.

He was stretched out on the bed, his shoes off, dark stubble covering his jaw. She softened. He looked as exhausted as she felt. She jostled his foot. Hey. No falling asleep on me. I’ll be back in a little bit, and we’ll go find something to eat. Unless you decide you’d rather drag yourself back to Boston and hole up in your apartment for a week.

He grunted and pushed himself into a sitting position. Are you sure you should be walking around by yourself? Let me come with you. It’s a strange city, Drea, and it’s going on nine at night.

She smiled. I’ll be fine. I’ve got my phone, and I’ll stick to the busy streets with lots of streetlights. I need a little time to myself, okay?

He stared, uncertainty giving way to exhaustion as he nodded his head. Sure. I’m still going down to the front desk.

Oh, for the love of—

Fine. Scooping up her purse, she stalked out the door.

The fierce heat felt amazing, at first. Until it sapped the last of her strength. Drea shuffled through the lobby toward the elevators, slumping against the wall of the car as soon as she stepped on. She counted backward to figure out how long she’d been up. Almost twenty-four hours. The flight from Boston to Miami had only been a few hours, but the best they could manage and still make the connection to Buenos Aires meant they’d had to leave obscenely early. There’d been some issues with security in Miami, and they’d had to run all the way to the gate. The flight to Buenos Aires was turbulent for most of it, and neither of them had eaten much as a result. Or slept. Traffic from the airport into the city was miserable. Then there was the mix-up with the reservation. This day needed to end soon.

She’d collect Joe, they’d go out, grab something to eat, and come back and pass out.

He was stepping out of the bathroom, clad in a pair of boxer shorts and rubbing a towel over his hair when she opened the door to their room. She couldn’t stop the shriek of surprise. Crap. Sorry!

He dropped the towel. It’s fine. Didn’t know when you’d be back. The crack coming from his jaw as he yawned made her wince. Ouch. Fuck. He rubbed a hand over it. You hungry?

Yeah.

She waited while he pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt, trying not to stare at the intriguing ropes of muscle flexing and stretching in his back. Her cheeks heated as she realized what she’d been doing, and she dropped her gaze