His for One Night by Octavia Wildwood Read Free Book Online

sometimes say.  It doesn’t necessarily mean anything.  But the ferocity with which Hayden said it made me think it did mean something to him. 
    His temper cooling somewhat when he saw me begin to calm down, Hayden offered me a devious grin.  “So what’s this…what did you call it?  A virgin-whore complex, was it?  Whatever it is, it sounds like fun.”
    I grinned and rolled my eyes.  “You don’t want to know.”
    “You’re right,” he agreed.  “I’m happier inventing my own dirty, dirty definition.”
    Clearly the effects of alcohol and being caught up in the moment weren’t responsible for my attraction to Hayden.  As I stood there in my office in front of him, I felt weak in the knees.  In a desperate bid to change the subject, I asked, “So what’s in the bag?” nodding to the package Hayden had set on the floor beside him. 
    “Ah yes, the bag,” he remembered, picking it up and holding it out to me.  “Open it.”
    I opened the bag and pulled out a black silk cocktail dress.  Holding it up in front of me, I was immediately taken with the delicate lace and intricate beadwork around the plunging neckline.  Setting it aside gingerly, I reached back into the bag and pulled out a second black dress.  This one was backless and made of velvet.  I noticed the price tag on it and my eyes widened – my entire wardrobe probably didn’t cost that much!  I looked at Hayden questioningly.
    “I couldn’t help but notice that I ripped your dress last night,” Hayden said.  “I’m sorry about that, it wasn’t intentional.  I just got so caught up in the moment that I lost control for a second.  Anyway, I wanted to get you a replacement but I wasn’t sure what you’d like…so I got you six replacements.”
    I stared at him with my mouth agape.  “Hayden, I can’t accept these.  They cost a fortune!”
    He didn’t want to hear of it.  “I had them shipped here from New York overnight – I ordered them last night while you were sleeping.  Please, just take them and enjoy them.”
    I didn’t know what to say.  “They’re gorgeous,” I breathed, afraid to even touch them.
    “I’ll have to confess,” Hayden admitted, “I came here with an ulterior motive.”
    “Oh?”
    “It’s a selfish motive,” he warned.
    “Well out with it, then!” I ordered him, intrigued by what this rich, successful, gorgeous man could possibly want or need.  Mostly I was just happy to see him again. 
    “I have a function to attend this evening,” he explained.  “I t’s the whole reason I’m in town, actually.  Are you familiar with Neville Whittaker?” 
    I shook my head, drawing a blank.
    “That doesn’t surprise me,” Hayden replied.  “He’s a rich old oil tycoon from Texas.  About fifteen years ago he moved here to Vermont.  He lives in a mansion out in the countryside, about a twenty minute drive from Burlington.  He’s a bit of a recluse, and an art connoisseur.  His collection is worth millions and Neville himself is worth billions.  He wants to donate some pieces to a museum my father is opening in Berlin.”    
    “Oh,” I replied, not knowing what else to say.  “That’s nice of him.”
    Hayden nodded.  “It is.  Do you know how my father is repaying him?  He’s throwing a party tonight in Neville’s honor…at Neville’s place.  A large social gathering for a recluse – can you even imagine?  But that’s my father for you.  He doesn’t consider anyone else’s feelings but his own.  Anyway, I’m expected to attend and I’d like you to come with me.”
    “Me?”
    “Yes.”  Hayden’s voice grew huskier as he drew me closer, his arms wrapping around my waist.  “This morning when I pinned you to the bed you liked it, didn’t you?” he asked.  “Being held down was what sent you over the edge and made you cum.”
    Immediately, I blushed.  “I, uh…”
    Hayden chuckled.  “You don’t have to say it,” he informed me with all