One Night Forever (The Cinderella Chronicles) by Lisa Renée Jones Read Free Book Online Page B

prove
we can handle their business line of clothing. Let’s make it a good
one.”
    The conference room door
opened and a man appeared in the entrance. Tall and broad with
raven hair, he stood there, taking in the room, dressed in a
tailored suit, and an aura of power. His presence transformed the
mood of the group, electricity suddenly darting around the
table.
    Lauren couldn’t breathe
because there was no question this was her one-night stand. Her
stranger. Her Matt was Matthew Monroe and her new boss. This
couldn’t be happening. It was an absolute nightmare. She softly
inhaled and then discreetly exhaled.
    Even more potent than she
remembered, his presence wrapped around her like a tight glove. A
comparison came to mind… He reminded her of a tiger on the prowl, a
businessman with money and purpose. His fluid movements were both
confident and menacing. Everyone in the room seemed to sit up an
inch higher in their chairs.
    And she remembered their
difference. Though she was a competent businessperson, they were
from different worlds. If he was caviar, she was a sardine. Tyler
greeted him with a smile. “We were just talking about this great
opportunity you maneuvered for us.”
    The room filled with
cheers but Lauren couldn’t participate. She felt like melting into
the ground or bolting. Yet, escape without recognition simply
wasn’t possible. As if driving the point home, Tyler focused on
Lauren. “Matt, let me introduce you to our new associate. This is
Lauren Reynolds.”
    The moment of truth had
arrived.
    For what felt like a
lifetime, Matt stared at Lauren, yet, his face showed no emotion.
Her chest tightened as a flash of memories played in her mind. Of
him touching her. Pleasing her. Tasting her. His eyes darkened and
she knew he was thinking the same things. Destiny had played a
nasty trick on her. Really, on both of them. Her one night of
pleasure had come back to haunt her. Like a punishment for living a
little.
    Then, abruptly he walked
toward her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Without any options, she
turned in her chair to watch as he stopped beside her. And damn if
her nipples didn’t tingle with the memory of him suckling and
teasing. It made this her biggest test of composure to date. He
held out the hand that had touched her so intimately. So hotly, and
a smile played on those far-too-full and sensual lips.
    Tentatively, preparing
herself inwardly for the impact, she slid her palm against his. And
just as expected a spark of electricity surged through her body,
and then landed with a hard aftershock right between her legs. And
as her eyes locked with his, the words he’d spoken that night
played like a soft whisper in her mind…
    I’m going to kiss every
inch of you so perfectly you will never, ever forget me.
    She hadn’t forgotten him.
Lord help her, she thought about him far too often. And now, he was
here. “Welcome, Lauren Reynolds,” he said in a soft, sultry voice
that played on her nerve endings like a seductive harp.
    She swallowed. His voice
evoked even more memories. Hot, burning moments with naked bodies
entwined. With effort, she managed a steady voice. “Thank
you.”
    He was still holding her
hand, and she wondered if anyone thought he held it too long. It
was as if he was telling her he remembered. Like a secret
acknowledgement of the intimacy they’d shared. But, then he
released her hand and abruptly turned away.
    Lauren struggled to shake
of the impact of his touch as he took his seat at the head of the
table. Reality began to ooze into the thick blanket of arousal this
man evoked. Her career had just taken a sudden, definitive
nosedive. Her body was alive and pulsing over the man who was now
her boss.
    She needed this
job.
    She wanted her
boss.
    Could things get any
worse?

Chapter Eight
     
    Matt sat at
the conference table amidst the people who considered him their
boss. Their future. Their new leader. And his attention was on just
one person. On Lauren. For her to