Crazy Nights (The Barrington Billionaires Book 3) by Danielle Stewart Read Free Book Online Page B

service.”
    “I’ll pay you for the work you do today, then you can go eat wherever you want.”
    “Can you just tell me what I’m doing wrong?” she asked in a huff. “I’m a nice person.”
    “Exactly,” he replied as he spun on his heel and headed for the door. “Change and meet me out front. We’ll go over the rest of the plan on the way.”
    When Evie went back downstairs she wasn’t exactly proud of the time she took to perk up her boobs into her most flattering bra and wearing the shirt Emmitt had suggested. But if she was tired of falling short on everything, maybe this would be the first thing in a while she could do right.
    Emmitt had the door to the cab held open already as she stepped onto the street. When his eyes hit her body she felt the force of his stare.
    “This shirt?” she asked, already knowing the answer by the look on his face. He offered back some noise, a grunt of some kind from low in his throat.
    “Last chance to back out,” Emmitt said as he slid into the seat next to her, his thigh banging into hers then retreating back to his side. “I’ve met toddlers with better poker faces than you.”
    “If you don’t think I can . . .” she stammered, a nervous prickle overtaking her body.
    “I’ve made it impossible to screw up,” he said. “You’ll be fine.”
    “What happens if I get caught?”
    “Did you pack your toothbrush and spare underwear for prison?” Emmitt asked, not sparing her a glance as he scrolled through something on his phone.
    “I can’t go to jail,” she chirped nervously. “Are you being serious?” A cold sweat broke over her body at the idea of being put in handcuffs and hauled away.
    “Just do what I say,” he repeated. “You’ll be fine.”

Chapter 9
    A fter surviving dozens of operations through hostile territory, sending Evie into Lance’s office had Emmitt feeling queasy. She wasn’t going to go to jail, even if she was caught. But to keep her out of trouble he’d likely have to out Asher Barrington for pulling the strings behind the scenes. That would almost certainly close the door on any chance of West Oil working with Asher. Failure.
    That would mean not only had he not one-upped his brother, he’d fucked things up too. And as much as Evie talked about her own string of failures, they were nothing compared to Emmitt’s. Everyone considered him an emotional tsunami, leaving devastation in his wake. And he continued to fulfill that prophecy. He always figured consistency should count for something.
    But as Evie disappeared through the doors of Lance’s office building he worried this time was different. Not because he might fuck up, but because for some inexplicable reason, he really didn’t want to. And the idea that he cared about the outcome unsettled him to the core.
    “Can you hear me all right?” he asked in a low voice, making sure no one passing by the bench he was on could hear him. “No need to go talking to yourself in full sentences. The microphone piece I put on the inside of your shirt is very sensitive. I can hear the smallest acknowledgement.” He fought off the image of the top of her breasts, heaving with nervous breaths as he pinned the small microphone piece to her.
    “Mhm,” she murmured quietly.
    “So once you get past Sinclair at the front desk you’ll be heading up.”
    “Mhm,” she repeated, then he heard her break into a breathy laugh. “Oh my word,” she said and giggled. “I swear if my head wasn’t screwed on I’d leave it at home. That’s what my ex-boyfriend used to always say.”
    “What can I help you with?” Emmitt heard Sinclair ask, and he could tell from the tone Evie would get exactly what she wanted. The man was no gatekeeper.
    “I left my badge back home,” she explained, and he could hear her slap a hand to her forehead. “Such a blonde move, I know. I’m with the IT consulting company, and I’m already fifteen minutes late. What do I do?” The desperate little plea in