Jen Appleton is the woman who always says yes. To her boss. To her employees. To charity. To everyone except herself. But when she rear-ends a red Porsche on her way home from a nasty day at work, and the man driving the midlife-crisis cliché turns out to be hot, hot, hot, Jen decides tonight’s the night to say yes to things she’s never said yes to before.
Yes, to a one-night stand in a motel.
Yes, to the hottest night on record.
Yes, to anything Garrett Tracy wants to do to her body.
Garrett knows the chemistry between them can only be described as extreme. But it’s just one night. And then he can get back to work convincing his ex-girlfriend to give him another shot.
When Jen approaches Garrett as the only person in Chicago who might solve her massive work problem, he agrees to help—on the condition that Jen will coach him in winning back his ex. As they work on their projects, Jen and Garrett can’t resist the incredible attraction sparking between them. It’s the perfect friends-with-benefits situation. Until Jen’s heart finally forces her to start saying no.
She was damn sexy when she was concentrating. Garrett finished laying out a somewhat sneakier strategy for her to follow at work and tried not to laugh when she jotted notes on a cocktail napkin.
“Text me early next week and let me know how it goes.” Then, impulsively he added, “We could even meet again in person if you need a sounding board.”
She folded her cocktail-napkin notes and put them in her purse. When she turned to him, her big brown eyes were shining. “I cannot thank you enough. This might actually work.” She bounced a little on her barstool and took a sip of beer. “I’m a little giddy,” she laughed. “I’ve been feeling so awful and hopeless this week, and it feels so good to have a plan of attack.”
It was inevitable. His dick had been at half-mast for most of their time together tonight, and he went fully hard at “it feels so good” in that low, prim voice. Both his brain and his cock remembered the last time she said that. Vividly.
Shifting in his seat to ease the discomfort, he just said, “You’re very welcome,” in a voice that had dropped by a half-octave.
Leave it alone, idiot. They had a good deal going here. She’d actually made a lot of sense when it came to the Melissa situation, and he really believed in the advice he’d given her about work. The electrical current between them was inconvenient, to say the least.
Besides, she didn’t seem to have the same problem around him. She hadn’t made one flirtatious comment, and she hadn’t made any reference to their night in the motel together.
Of course, she went and picked that moment to say, “Did you bring the Porsche tonight?”
Her lips were curved in a coy smile, topped with a too-innocent bat of her lashes. His pulse leaped. She wouldn’t have mentioned the Porsche unless she wanted him to think about last Friday. And she wouldn’t want him to think about last Friday unless…
“Unfortunately, no,” he answered smoothly, moving his arm on the bar so that it ever-so-lightly rubbed against hers. Her bicep tensed and released quickly, and he heard a quick, excited inhale of breath.
“I did notice, however, that you appear to be wearing a dress.” Boldly, he let his gaze wander all over her, loving the way she squirmed and squeezed her thighs together.
“It’s not the same one,” she said, and her voice was definitely sultrier.
He moved one hand to her warm knee and stared her in the eyes. “No, I took care of that one but good,” he said, smiling at the memory. He’d torn the cheap dress right in half with a single sharp tug. And then he’d pulled her nipples into his mouth, one after the other.
From her ragged breathing and her heavy-lidded eyes, he knew she was remembering the same moment. “The thing is,” he said, moving his hand higher on her bare leg, “this one looks just as good.”
There are only three things Michelle Dayton loves more than sexy and suspenseful novels: her family, the city of Chicago, and Mr. Darcy. Michelle dreams of a year of world travel – as long as the trip would include weeks and weeks of beach time. As a bourbon lover and unabashed wine snob, Michelle thinks heaven is discussing a good book over an adult beverage.