The Secretary's Secret
Nick Bateman lay in bed in the honeymoon suite of the hotel, pretending to be asleep, wondering what the hell he'd just done.
Instead of spending his wedding night with the woman who was supposed to be his new wife--the one he'd left at the altar halfway through their vows--he'd slept with Zoë, his office manager.
He would have liked to blame the champagne for what had happened, but two shared bottles wasn't exactly enough to get him rip roaring drunk. He'd been too intoxicated to drive, no question, but sober enough to know it was a really bad idea to sleep with an employee.
And even worse, he considered Zoë one of his best friends.
He rubbed a hand across the opposite side of the mattress and could feel lingering traces of heat. The scent of sex and pheromones and her spicy perfume clung to his skin and the sheets.
He heard a thump and a softly muttered curse from somewhere across the room. She had been slinking through the darkness for several minutes now, probably looking for her clothes.
His only excuse for what he'd let happen, even if it was a lame one, was that on the night of his failed wedding he'd b ... read full excerpt from: The Secretary's Secret ebook
