d="u55a22e0d-0508-5065-abd1-bef44719d2fe">
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.
MILLS & BOON
Before you start reading, why not sign up?
Thank you for downloading this Mills & Boon book. If you want to hear about exclusive discounts, special offers and competitions, sign up to our email newsletter today!
Or simply visit
Mills & Boon emails are completely free to receive and you can unsubscribe at any time via the link in any email we send you.
For Bobbi Ruggiero and Patience Bloom.
We share an unbreakable bond—the sisterhood that comes from loving John Taylor for more than thirty years. Now, let’s arm wrestle for him.
Contents
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
