One Night for Love by Maggie Marr Read Free Book Online

dinner. At first, conscious of the effect Roger’s touches and lingering gazes were having on Tristan, she’d gotten a bit of a thrill, despite wishing it weren’t true. While she was a career woman who could provide for her every need and desire, she’d be lying if she didn’t admit to the tiny thrill of having both these titans find her desirable. Two of the wealthiest men in the world both wanted her.
    Until she realized that Tristan actually thought she’d slept with Roger for the deal.
    Instead of congratulating Prim on her business acumen and professionalism and how she had managed to get the client to the yes, Tristan had accused her of sleeping with Roger Macon. What a douchebag move. Having spoken with a number of her B-school classmates, Prim knew that Tristan was not usually that kind of guy. According to her former classmates, Tristan was actually professional and fair, at least for a guy who bought companies and then destroyed them by breaking them apart.
    The town car pulled to a stop in front of Prim’s home. She thanked the driver and jumped out. She had to find a way to fix this, find some sort of compromise that allowed her to stay at Metro so she might convince Tristan he was better served by keeping Metro whole and not selling it off piece by piece. A goal that she had three months to accomplish, all the while fighting this insatiable desire for her boss. She pressed her forehead to her front door and looked down at the keys she held in her hand. After tonight, her goals seemed impossible to achieve.
     “I’m sorry.”
    Prim jumped at his voice. Her hand clutched the front of her dress. “I wish you’d stop doing that,” she said. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and not simply because Tristan had startled her. Heat cascaded through her body. Tristan was devilishly handsome; she was stunned by his looks even though she was irritated with his behavior.
    “We can’t discuss this out here,” Prim said and inserted the key into the lock. “I have somewhat nosy neighbors and it’s after ten p.m.”
    She opened her front door and flipped on the lights. She walked across the living room, distancing herself from Tristan and the heat that cascaded through her body. She crossed her arms and waited to hear what he had to say.
    She was surprised. She’d expected everything from him but an apology. She’d anticipated that, like most men in positions of power, he’d regale her with every reason as to why what he’d said, how he’d behaved, had been justified, how he had the right to do and say what he pleased. So the words “I’m sorry” coming out of Tristan Rhodes’s mouth threw Prim off balance. Not what she’d expected at all.
    “I don’t like you jumping out of my car.” His eyes slid down her body and the heat, even from across the room, hit her with force. “Especially in those heels.” His gaze held on her feet and then flicked back up to meet her eyes. “You could break that pretty neck of yours.”
    Tristan stepped closer to her. A tiny gasp pulsed over her lips and her sex clenched. She was cornered, trapped, but not in a way that made her want to flee. Trapped in a way that made her want to step forward and press her body against his. Good God, the man was brilliantly handsome.
    “It’s really none of your concern who I have or have not slept with,” Prim said. Her voice was soft and she stared at Tristan’s lips. Lips now so close to hers, lips she’d already kissed, lips she knew could give her so much damn pleasure. “You’re my employer. I think we’ve both made it quite clear what we want out of this relationship for the next three months.”
    “Yes,” Tristan said. “Quite clear.” He was so close now, the heat of him, the nearness of his skin, the scent of him.
    “We agreed to dismiss that night,” Prim whispered.
    His lips were so close, those lovely lips.
    “I’m finding it difficult to forget,” Tristan whispered, his voice rough with desire. His