Once Upon A One Night Stand (E-Book)

Romancing The Boss and Billionaire

1 - Once Upon A One-Night Stand

2 - Once Upon An Unrequited Love

Also connected to this universe.

1 - Crossing The Line

2 - A Fake Love Deal

3 - Boss On Notice

CHAPTER 1

Wednesday Evening

I can't believe what just happened.

That’s why I’m pacing in front of the stacked
washer/dryer unit in my cousin Lilly’s apartment. I’m like a pinball bouncing
between two pegs, mortified by what came out of my mouth. I shouldn’t have said
it, even if it was true. Not every thought or emotion a girl experiences needs
to be expressed verbally.

I exhale heavily, expelling the air from deep within my
throat. My head feels like it wants to burst as I picture myself blurting out
to our unexpected dinner guest that his mere presence has made me wet down
there. Those were the words that came out of my typically thoughtful and wise
mouth. Sure, I can be a little cynical sometimes. But crass? Never.

"Ugh..." I groan, the weight of my
embarrassment still lingering.

I know why I feel less inhibited this evening. Today was
a tough day at work, and to unwind, I brought two bottles of red wine and rum
to my cousin Lilly's apartment in Chelsea. I mixed the drinks in a glass
pitcher and indulged in a few too many. Then, Mr. Gorgeous Billionaire crashed
our dinner, which was originally meant to be Lilly and me venting about our
exes, our jobs, and, before the night was over, my mom. Our unexpected guest
had no clue that my tongue was looser than usual. He must think I'm a promiscuous
fool.

All of a sudden, a realization hits me, and I come to a
halt. I would, though. I would sleep with him in a New York minute. Our
unexpected guest's name is Lynx Grove—yes, the Lynx Grove from that prominent
family of tech billionaires. When he crossed the threshold, carrying Lilly's
grocery bag, I couldn't help but notice how incredibly attractive he was in
person. No man's bone structure should be so perfect. And his lips... They're
like succulent rose petals. I still have the urge to kiss them.

I take a deep breath, attempting to regain control over
my long-burning arousal towards the man in Lilly's kitchen, who is now peeling
and deveining shrimp—an unexpectedly mediocre task for someone of his stature.
The worst part of my impulsive remark is that I wasn't lying about my panties.
While we were preparing dinner, Lynx and I had been maneuvering around each
other, reaching for ingredients and rinsing utensils. Despite Lilly's spacious
kitchen, it still feels too confined to accommodate a man of Lynx's height and
athletic build. He's like a statue sculpted by Michelangelo himself. His arm
even brushed against mine—twice! It was firm, akin to granite. And those navy
blue track pants he's wearing, made of a generous satiny material, accentuate
his lean muscular legs and enticing bubble butt. Oh, and the way his tan
T-shirt clings to the hard contours of his chest is undeniably sexy. His
tapered waist is the proverbial icing on the cake. Or perhaps the icing is his
tantalizing cologne, a blend of citrus, sandalwood, and vanilla, that makes me
yearn to devour him. Any red-blooded woman would react to him the way I
did—it's simply unavoidable. Lynx Grove is objectively a perfect ten out of
ten. Therefore, it was virtually impossible for my panties to emerge unscathed
from his presence.

Lilly only discovered Lynx’s true identity recently. But
before we knew his name, whenever she gushed about him, we referred to him as
Mr. Eleventh Floor since Lilly only encountered him whenever he entered the
elevator from the eleventh floor. Now, they’re friends, and she said something
about him recently that might help resolve my lust.

“Lynx Grove is in love with someone,” I whisper and then
pinch my nostrils as I groan with dread.

But my next thought makes me chuckle. I bet he’s awful
in bed. He’s probably never had to work hard to please anyone, let alone
the woman he’s having sex with.

I look down at my crotch. “So get it together Girlie. He
won’t be able to satisfy you.” My ex-boyfriend’s face comes to mind. “Haven’t
you had enough bad sex?”

Suddenly, a man's voice booms from the front of the
apartment, capturing my attention.