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Adam traced his fingers up and down her spine as Melanie leaned into him.
He was drawn back into the memory of having her in his apartment, the way she felt in his arms. Her words from that night came rushing back. You feel like a dream.
“I shouldn’t have hugged you. It was unprofessional.”
“I thought we were taking a break from professional.”
She reared her shoulders back and looked him in the eye. “Are you going to let me go?”
“As near as I can tell, you’re holding on to me just as tight.”
She rolled her eyes—childish from most women, adorable from Melanie. “I’m trying to keep myself upright.”
He was certain he’d heard every word she’d said, but her lips were so tempting and pouty that it was hard to grasp details. “Then stop being upright.”
Before Melanie knew what was happening, Adam was kissing her. And like a fool, she kissed him right back.
That Night
with the CEO
Karen Booth
KAREN BOOTH is a Midwestern girl transplanted in the South, raised on ‘80s music, Judy Blume and the films of John Hughes. She loves to write big-city love stories. When she takes a break from the art of romance, she’s teaching her kids about good music, honing her Southern cooking skills or sweet-talking her supersupportive husband into mixing up a cocktail. You can learn more about Karen at www.karenbooth.net.
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Women had done some nutty things to get to Adam Langford, but Melanie Costello was going for a world record. Adam watched on the security camera as her car pulled through the gate in the most relentless rain he’d seen in the four years since he’d purchased his mountain estate. “I’ll be damned,” he mumbled, shaking his head.
Thunder boomed.
His dog, Jack, nudged his hand, whimpering.
“I know, buddy. Only a crazy person would drive up here in this weather.”
The hair on his arms stood up, but the electricity in the air wasn’t from thunderstorms. The anticipation of seeing Melanie for the second time in his life left him off-kilter. She’d done a number on him a year ago, giving him the most consuming night of passion he could remember and then slipping out the door before he awoke. There’d been no goodbye whispered into his ear, no nudge to wake him for a parting kiss. All she’d left behind was a memory he couldn’t shake and countless questions, the most pressing of which was whether she’d ever make him feel that alive again.
He hadn’t even known her last name until a week ago, not that he hadn’t tried like hell to figure it out after she disappeared. No, it had taken a personal nightmare of monstrous proportions—a tabloid scandal that refused to die—to bring Melanie Costello to him. Now she was here to save his ass from the gossip rags, even though he doubted anyone could do that. If any other public relations person had been given this job, he would’ve found a way out of it, but this was his chance to capture lightning in a bottle.