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One Night (Lighter Ones)
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1947189077 (ISBN13: 9781947189072)
A sweet, fun, and sexy stand-alone romance from New York Times bestselling author Aleatha Romig.
Is that too much to desire?
One night for fun, passion, and a chance to remember what it’s like to be woman.
One night to help a friend.
Why did I agree to this?
A night doesn’t end with a kiss. It begins with one.
Be ready to laugh, cry, and fall head over heels as you let Leatha, the lighter side of Aleatha, take you away with this sweet, sexy, new, stand-alone romance, ONE NIGHT, the perfect reading to keep you warm…hot…steamy…on a cool night.
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The hum of the office around me disappears as I notice the small clock at the bottom of my computer screen. How did I miss lunch again?
I shake my head and reach for my emergency stash, hidden at the back of my desk drawer. A protein bar isn’t exactly the lunch of champions—or the breakfast—but more often than not it’s what I end up eating. Maybe I should think of a better stash. Like those little tiny wine bottles. If I drank a white, I could pretend that it’s water.
Instead, I unscrew the cap from my real water bottle and take another bite of my protein bar.
“Oh my God,” Sally says as she slips into my cubicle. “Tell me that’s a midafternoon snack and not your lunch.”
“I would but…” The words come out scratchy from the dry oatmeal and peanut butter that’s currently working more as a glue to keep my lips stuck to my teeth. I wiggle my lips as I try to swallow.
“Seriously, I texted you about lunch.”
I down a gulp of water and pry my lips from my teeth. “I know. I saw it. But Cruella de Vil has been on the warpath today.”
We both turn as an interoffice communication pings from my computer and my manager’s name appears on the screen.
“See,” I say.
Sally laughs. “Have you thought about Friday night?”
“Are you serious? I didn’t have a chance to remember lunch; Friday night is too much for me to think about right now.”
She settles her behind against the edge of my desk. Crossing her arms over her chest, she lowers her voice. “I promise you’ll like him.”
“I’m not you.”
“That’s good. I’m seeing someone. I can’t go on a blind date.”
My nose scrunches. “Why do they call them that? Even the idea makes my skin crawl.”
Sally is my best-est and longest friend. We’ve been like two peas in a pod since we were young, since the time we both discovered that boys weren’t just smelly, cocky pests, but actually had appeal. A lot of appeal. We’ve seen each other through life’s ups and downs. It’s true that her life has had a few more ups, but no matter what, we’ve been there for one another.
“Oh, sweetie,” Sally goes on, “Brian’s friend Pep will NOT make your skin crawl. No…those goose bumps will all be from the heat.”
“Sally, seriously, I’m not ready.”
“You are. You need to be. It’s just a date.”
My bottom lip disappears between my teeth for only a moment. It’s been a long time since I’ve thrown caution to the wind and let myself go. One night of abandoned, reckless fun. How difficult would that be to do? Would I even remember how?
“See,” she says with a knowing grin. “You’re thinking about it. You’re actually considering it.”
My computer pings and I turn back to the screen. It’s another message from my manager, no doubt reminding me about something she’s reminded me about fifty times, or maybe it’s a new trivial task that she’s come up with for me. God knows messaging me to email someone takes her more time than if she’d actually write the damn email herself.
Shaking my head, I look back at my friend’s big hazel eyes.
She bats her eyelashes and opens them wide as she tries one more time. “Okay, I wasn’t going to tell you this, but even though he’s new in town, gorgeous, funny, and sexy as hell, we’re worried.”
“Well, Brian more than I. I’ve only met him once and he seems really nice. It’s just that Brian’s concerned that there could be something wrong with him.”
“Like what?” I ask.
Her head tilts to the side. “Come on, Amanda. You’d be helping the poor guy out, and I know how partial you are to helping the less fortunate.”
“I leave food out for the puppies and kitties. I volunteer at the homeless shelter at least once a month. I’m not in the habit of helping twenty- to thirty-something-year-old men.”
“Hey, those men need a little help sometimes too. I never thought you would discriminate. I mean, what if he was at the shelter?”
“No. But doesn’t everyone deserve a little help now and then?”
I take a deep breath, my attention torn between Sally and the persistent pinging of my computer messages. “All right, spill. What’s wrong with him? Is he color-blind? Dyslexic? Does he have one testicle that’s smaller than the other?”
I cover my grin as my eyes open wide. Only with Sally would I say such a thing.
She leans closer. “Well, I’m not sure about his testicle. You see, Brian and I made this bet. Brian thinks that his old friend may have an issue with getting it up…too many PED’s when he played for the Lightning.” She shrugs. “That’s what Brian thinks. Me, I think that he has a playboy rock-hard body with a soft heart and just hasn’t found the right lady.”