Mr One-Night Stand

If he’d only turned up and done what he was supposed to then none of this would have... Ah, hell! He didn’t want that either. He wouldn’t wish away their evening—not if his life depended on it.

But there was no denying it was a bloody mess.

Next to him, Jennifer stirred.

‘Hey...’ He bowed his head to hers. ‘We’re here.’

She mumbled and snuggled down further, teasing out a smile from him despite his creeping unease. A gust of cold air swept through the car and she wrapped her arms tighter around her chest but made no attempt to rouse herself.

He looked to Colin. ‘Get the doorman to escort us. I’m going to carry her up.’

‘Of course, sir.’