One Night With MorelliBy: Kim Lawrence
Warning: one night will never be enough…
Draco Morelli: ruthless businessman, adoring father and wary ex-husband. This gorgeous Italian only ever signs up for temporary flings with glamorous women who know the rules of the game. Until he is blindsided by the one woman in all of London not interested in a relationship with him…
Eve Curtis: dedicated workaholic, loyal friend and self-professed singleton. Determined to remain independent, Eve has been happy keeping men at a safe distance. Until now. Because when Draco sweeps her off her feet and into his bedroom, he opens her eyes to a whole new world of sin and seduction!
“I don’t want a full-time relationship, Draco, and I’m not into one-night stands.” A bit late to remember that, Eve.
“Believe me, one night with you would not be nearly enough for any man. Most men will say anything to get you into bed.”
“But you’re different, I suppose?” Eve asked.
“As a matter of fact I am. I am exactly the sort of man you need.”
“Is that meant to be a turn-on?” She had no idea if this arrogant pronouncement was intended to arouse her, but it did.
“Think about it. I can give you great sex—and it was great—with no strings, no emotional upheaval, just satisfying sex.”
Draco’s husky laughter rang out. “Stay with me long enough, angel, and I will corrupt you. You do have a body made for sin.”
SHE HATED BEING late and she was—very.
Her jaw ached with tension. Obviously it served no purpose to get stressed about stuff you couldn’t control, like fog at airports, traffic jams or—no, dropping in at the office had been completely avoidable and a major mistake, but it was human nature and she couldn’t help it.
Weaving her way neatly in and out of the crowds still wearing her sensible long-haul-flight shoes, Eve flicked open her phone. She was studying the screen, her fingers flying, when a sharp tug almost pulled her off her feet.
Instinct rather than good sense made her grip tighten around the holdall slung over her shoulder. The tussle was short but the thief who grunted and swore at length at her had size on his side; although he was skinny, he was wiry and tall and he easily escaped with her bag.
Dozens must have heard her anguished cry but nobody reacted until the tall hooded youth—a stereotype if there ever was one—who was shouldering his way through the crowd clutching her bag hit one pedestrian who did not move aside.
She saw the thief bounce off this immovable object and hit the pavement face down before crowds hid him and her bag from view.
She missed the thief shaking his head as he looked up, a snarl on his thin, acne-marked face aimed at the man at whose feet he lay sprawled. The snarl melted abruptly and was replaced by a flash of fear as he released the bag handle as though it were alight and, lurching to his feet, ran away.
Draco sighed. If he weren’t already very late he might have chased the culprit but he was, so instead he bent to pick up the stolen bag, which immediately opened, disgorging its contents at his feet and all over the pavement.
Draco blinked. In his thirty-three years he’d seen a lot and few things had the power to surprise him any more. In fact, only that very morning he’d asked himself if he was in a rut—the trouble with ruts was you didn’t always recognise you were in one—but standing ankle-deep in ladies’ underwear—wildly sexy lingerie, to be precise—most definitely surprised him.
Now that, he thought, was something that didn’t happen every day of the week—at least not to him.
One dark mobile brow elevated, and with a half-smile tugging his sensually sculpted lips upwards he bent forward and hooked a bra from the top of the silky heap. Silk, and a shocking-pink tartan, it was definitely a statement and, if he was any judge, a D cup.
Under his breath he read the hand-sewn label along one seam.
‘Eve’s Temptation.’ It was catchy and the name rang a faint bell.
Had Rachel had something similar in a more subdued colour? He sighed. While he missed the great sex, if he was honest—and he generally was—he didn’t miss Rachel herself, and he had no regrets about his decision to terminate their short and, he had assumed, mutually satisfactory arrangement.