A Perfect Night: Perfectly Complicated, #1

By Adalind White

Barbara Blackstone has no personal life and she has a secret soft spot for guys named Ken. She never imagined that her childhood nickname Barbie would come into a whole new light when not one, but two gorgeous men named Ken enter her life.

Ken Hunt and Ken Harrington are childhood best friends who now live the dream working together for an up-and-coming PR company. Their six pack abs, their defined biceps and their ability to provide women multiple orgasms distract most people from the fact that at heart, they're adorable nerds.

Life seems perfect for the two Kens and their only committed relationship is their tight-knit friendship. When nerd-goddess Barbara Blackstone enters their life, they both fall for her. Soon, the sexual tension threatens an excellent working relationship. What could go wrong if they use a life-hack? A once in a lifetime night of uninhibited sex. A one-night-stand to reset their systems. Will they be able to walk away unscathed after a perfect night? Or will their developing feelings make things perfectly complicated?

This is an MFM menage. There are no M/M sex scenes, but the book contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adults.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AdalindWhiteDigitalWorks
• Release date: Sep 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533721006

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A Perfect Night

ADALIND WHITE

Text copyright © 2016 Adalind White

All Rights Reserved

Contents

A Perfect Night

Chapter 1 – A perfect choice

Chapter 2 – Barbie meets Ken and Ken

Chapter 3 – Cube, the power of 3

Chapter 4 – The bad day and the bright boy

Chapter 5 – Kiss and tell

Chapter 6 – The most important days of the year

Chapter 7 – Clearing the air

Chapter 8 – The good boy and the bright idea

Chapter 9 – A Perfect Night

A Perfect Secret

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – A Perfect Choice

Burning the midnight oil, Barbara ‘Bobbi’ Blackstone said with a resigned sigh watching the date changing on the screen. Almost literally.

The closest we ever got to an oil lamp was in Assassin’s Creed, her assistant said rolling her eyes.

You really don’t have to stay, Bobbi said.

Will you stop that? Taya replied. I can’t let you waste away at your new desk, in your new office, agonizing over the perfect choice.

She was right. Bobbi knew that she could waste hours obsessing over details. She closed the presentation and dragged the thousandth file to the Serviceable folder. Bobbi loved Rogue Games with fiery passion and serviceable wasn’t good enough. The huge TV screen played a perpetual loop of video game trailers developed by their company to remind her of the stakes of her choice.

Thank you, she said.

Taya grinned and her sapphire blue eyes sparkled as she winked and pointed at the opened door. The metallic plaque proclaiming B. Blackstone, Head of PR flickered along with the game trailer.

The better you do; the better I do. Last week I was a lowly intern, and now I’m the personal assistant of the head of PR for Rogue Games, Taya said.

The blonde hair of the former lowly intern was pinned up in that negligent chic style that suited her so well, and looked like a golden crown. Bobbi’s brittle smile conveyed a small part of the gratitude she felt for her young friend’s support.

Most presentations were perfectly… serviceable. The Good folder had only two, both excellent in every way, and both predictable as gravity. Her The One folder was still empty. She pinched the bridge of her nose, then opened another presentation.

1001, she said through gritted teeth.

The cooling coffee on the desk gave off a smell of exhaustion. Bobbi pushed away the sensation. She decided that she would make her choice before dawn. Taya’s presence ensured that she would not go through all the files again. A second look never worked out well. Always go with your gut.

She was on the third page when her heart sang: The One.

As she read, her heart pounded against her chest wall. Cube had little experience in the field, but that didn’t matter. Bobbi’s gift for spotting talent was legendary. Running the PR department was secondary to her true mission: head hunter. Her main task in the new position was to liaise with whatever PR company she chose while they did the heavy lifting. She had to make the perfect choice that would allow her to focus on talent scouting.

She tugged at her side ponytail as she read aloud.

Ken Hunt. 24 years old, Harvard Business School, Strategy Director for Cube since… 2 months ago.

In her mid-twenties herself, Bobbi had a healthy respect for age and experience but she knew in her bones that talent could shine long before time allowed it to manifest. The best proof was the sixteen-year-old Mozart of the graphics whom she hired with special dispensation, and her nineteen-year-old assistant now looking at her with a mixture of curiosity and awe.

The man on the screen had brown eyes with honey hues, like her own. He watched the