One More Night: One Night, #2

By A.M. Willard

My playboy billionaire wants one more night to work me out of his system. There's one tiny problem with this - I don't think I'll ever get enough of him. I knew accepting that one night challenge would tilt my world upside down, I just wasn't ready for how much would change. We both still have an empire to run while figuring out if we can mix business with pleasure. I vote for pleasure!

Due to sexual situations, this novella is not intended for readers under 18. *Contains adult content and language *

One Night Series Reading Order:

One Night Volume 1

One More Night Volume 2

Forever Night Volume 3

One Night Box-Set 1-3

One More Christmas Volume 4

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.M. Willard
• Release date: Aug 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524213640

Book preview

Chapter One

I stand before Logan Black or who I believed to be Mr. Bartender. Papers are spread across the conference room floor like we’re playing fifty-two-card-pickup. I can’t think straight, I thought I would never see him again after he left my room last night.

Where’s Mr. Mitchell? I ask while bending down to pick up my papers.

He’ll be along soon, I asked for Mr. Mitchell to give us a little time this morning. You know, get to know one another.

His gaze pierces me, but I refuse to make eye contact. I’m embarrassed by my actions from last night. I don’t know what to say. This could ruin everything for my company. What if he thinks I go around sleeping with all my clients? What if Mr. Mitchell finds out and refuses the contract I have to offer Black Enterprises? Or worse, let other companies know that I slept with him. It’s hard enough being a woman in a man’s world. Let your guard down by showing that you’re weak, you’ll be working for Motel Six. Not the five-star hotels that I’m accustomed to.

Standing up with a pile of mess in my hands, I make the mistake of looking Logan in the eyes. I was instantly transported back to last night. His chocolate eyes full of lust draw me in.

Where’s the ladies room? I need to freshen up for a moment, please, I ask, placing my items on the table.

Out the door and to the right, third door, go pull yourself together. Old man Mitchell will be here soon. Time for your game face sweetheart, I hear him say as I leave the room in search of the ladies' room. Shoving the door open, I look under the stall doors making sure I’m alone. Fortunately, I still have my purse over my shoulder when I walked out on him. I’m in a panic, I have to call Tabitha. She’s going to hit the fan when she finds out, but I know she’ll pull me back off that cliff that I want to jump off of right now.

After a couple of rings, she answers. Dang Angela, I know you’re fast and all, but didn’t your meeting just start like five minutes ago. I believe you broke your own record with this one.

Listen, I don’t have time to give you all the details. No, I’m not done with the meeting because I screwed up. My breaths are panicked and rushed, and as the tears sting my eyes, I know that I have to stop myself before I can continue.

What the hell, Angela? Are you okay? I’ve never heard you like this. What happened?

Here’s the cliff note version, tomorrow you can have the whole story. I met a bartender last night, got drunk after a butt dial from Christopher, said bartender escorted me to my room, and I ended up being an escort. Said bartender is Logan Black. I spill in one long breath.

Dead silence.

I wait for Tabitha to respond to what I’ve just told her I glance at my phone to make sure the call is still connected. Are you still there?

Angela, I don’t even know what to say to all that. I’m processing, give me a second.

Tabitha, I don’t have a second. I’m in the bathroom trying to pull my shit together. I have to get back to the meeting and face him and Mr. Mitchell, who, in fact is very oblivious to our tryst, and I can’t let him find out. We worked hard to get this meeting, what if we lose it?

Here’s what you need to do. First, empty your bladder, wash up and splash some water on your face. Secondly, take a few deep breaths and try to relax. Finally, go back into that meeting like nothing happened. Angela, it was one night. Not like it will ever happen again. You got this.

Fine… I’ll call you afterward. My flight leaves at two this afternoon.

By the time you get home, I’ll have something to say about all this, and I’ll need details. Go knock it out of the park like always. I’ll see you tonight, or do you want me to wait until tomorrow?

Okay… Thanks, Tabitha. I’ll see you tomorrow. It’ll be late when I get home, and I need to process everything. Later. I switch my phone to silent and throw it into my purse. I’ll empty my bladder later. I splash cold water onto my face then up, noticing myself in the mirror. Two days ago, I had dark circles and bags under my eyes. Today, they’re still black, but the bags are gone. Last night was the best night’s sleep that I’ve had in, well, years. Even at home I don’t think I’ve slept that well.

You’d have thought I would’ve tossed and turned the whole night. My conscience felt clea, and I wonder; does Christopher sleep well at night? I have to decide soon how I’m going to deal with him and his call, and I’m going to have to tell him about Logan.

Applying a fresh coat of lip gloss, I sweep my chestnut brown hair up into a high bun. Straightening my blouse, I look myself over one last time. I can do this, I repeat to myself out loud. I head back out and down the hall to the conference room. With a deep breath in and out, I turn the knob and walk in. I see he’s taken his place, back in his black leather chair while an older man with graying black hair sits to his left.

Pulling my shoulders back to show confidence, I stride over to who I assume is Mr. Mitchell. Lord, I hope it’s Mr. Mitchell. I don’t think I can take another