One Mad Night: A Novella
Julia London
Language: English
Pages: 0
ISBN: 1511308907
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
One winter's night a blizzard sweeps across the country, demonstrating that fate can change the course of lives in an instant...and fate has got a sense of humor.
Chelsea Crawford and Ian Rafferty are high-profile ad execs in cutthroat competition for a client. When a major winter storm puts New York City on lockdown, the two rivals have to make it through the night together. Oh, the many ways in which opposites attract...
leather chairs. Brad’s desk was oversized, and with the exception of a few files neatly stacked in one corner, it was clean. This was exactly how Chelsea pictured her new office would look. A bit smaller, of course. And with a few touches to make it a little warmer. Maybe some flower arrangements. And definitely a more casual desk— “Tuscan chicken or vegetable lasagna?” Ian called out. Food. Chelsea darted across Brad’s office, careful not to put her tennis shoes on his rugs, and peeked in the
ol’ boys club, and they can’t deal with a woman who might be smart or capable. They want us all to wear tight skirts and say yes sir, no sir, do you take cream with that coffee?” “Hey,” Ian said, and he put his hand on her arm. “I think you’re overreacting—” “Then explain to me why Jason would tell me this gig was mine and then offer you a lot of money and not me? There has to be some reason, right? I don’t think it’s my work because everyone says my work is great. It’s not my work, is it? So
and put her hand on the handle. “You know what you are?” she said, and she yanked the door open, startling Ian as she walked in. He was still on the conference table, the highball glass dangling between his fingers. He’d pulled his shirttail free of his trousers and had undone a couple of buttons. He eyed her apprehensively, as if he expected her to come in and do something to his person. But then his gaze moved down her body, to her legs, braced apart, and her shoes. “I am an idiot,” she said,
closer, and another, until he was standing on the stoop with her. He looked so good, and Chelsea’s heart began to pound in her chest. “Can we talk about this inside?” he asked. “It’s freezing.” “Sure,” she said absently, and she turned around and opened the door to her apartment building. Seeing him here, so unexpectedly, was overwhelming her. It was impossible to believe that the man who had haunted her dreams and her waking thoughts for the last two weeks was here and had quit because of
everything he’d worked hard to achieve at Huntson-Jones, because Grabber-Paulson was offering him the same thing, only faster. But it all hinged on getting the plum accounts, like this one. And he realized, too late, that he wasn’t as sure of his decision as he had thought. The truth was that Ian had liked Huntson-Jones. But in the end, he thought taking the leap was what he was supposed to do after all the years spent building a reputation. His friends had told him to leap too. “They don’t