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    Into the Night: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance: Night Games, #1
    Into the Night: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance: Night Games, #1
    Into the Night: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance: Night Games, #1
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    Into the Night: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance: Night Games, #1

    By Peter Presley

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    Jill Monroe leads a seemingly ordinary life. No controversy. No drama. And definitely nothing kinky. But while out with her girlfriends at a local bar, no one is more surprised than she when Brian Thomas, a devastatingly handsome and uber confident tech billionaire, sets his sight on her.

    What begins as an unusual proposition soon turns into a whirlwind romantic adventure that leaves Jill questioning how she wants to proceed. If she makes her demands known, she could lose the man she's fallen for. If she remains quiet, she will undoubtedly compromise her vision of love and romance.

    Will the once innocent customer service representative let go of her inhibitions and embrace the billionaire's inclinations or will she find another way to satisfy his desires?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPeter Presley
    Release dateMay 1, 2018
    ISBN9781386460114
    Into the Night: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance: Night Games, #1

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      Into the Night - Peter Presley

      One

      Jill

      Pat’s Pub is a trendy downtown bar. You can drink here, but they’re also known for some of the best casual dining in the city. It’s Monday night, and we’re seated at a bar counter, in a row, our meals in front of us. Teresa and Monica ordered salads. I ordered chicken fingers and so did Allison. She’s always got my back. She knows I hate salads, and I’m sure she wanted me to feel better about my high-caloric meal. I sip my beer and, once again, look at the guy in the booth who’s staring at me. Why is one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen staring at me? I mean, you should see this guy.

      He’s bald but sexy bald like Vin Diesel. He’s got a short, trimmed beard and piercing eyes. Sitting from this far away, I can’t tell what color they are, but he’s got beautiful eyes. His V-neck t-shirt partially covers the tattoo on his chest. It makes me think he’s got tats on other places besides his chest. I love tats on a man.

      The thing about this guy is, he’s wearing black pants and a matching black suit jacket that, I’m sure, are mega expensive. You know . . . like . . . Armani expensive. No, I don’t have proof, and I’m not some fashion expert. But you don’t have to be a fashion expert to see what I see. Based on the quality and on the way they fit him, I would bet his clothes are by some fancy designer. He’s holding a glass of red wine. What I’m trying to say is he looks like he’s got money even though he’s got tats on his body. This is not to say you can’t have tats and have money, but this guy looks like a bad boy with money, you know? A man who makes a ton of cash and who doesn’t play by the rules. A rebel.

      Is he a criminal? I don’t know. All I know is every time I turn my head to look at him, he’s staring at me.

      My name is Jill Monroe. I’m 26-years-old, and I’m from Indiana. I graduated from college, but I’m nothing special. I’m just an average looking brunette girl who works as a sales representative in a nighttime shift which, by the way, is not what I thought I would be doing with my life. I thought I’d become an attorney. I passed the LSAT, got all my recommendations, and I got into one of the law schools of my choice. But after only one year, guess who flunked out? Well, I make decent money as a sales rep, and I can support myself. So, I suppose that’s better than nothing, right? People say I’m pretty, but I don’t think of myself that way, especially not based on what my friends look like.

      I’m on my hour break at work. If my boss knew I was drinking a beer now, he’d be pissed. But this gives me a chance to spend some time with my friends. We wanted a table. But nobody, including me, had the bright idea to reserve a table at this popular place. So, when we got here, the only availability was at the bar’s counter. I’ve got to get back to work when we’re done. The girls knew it was either the bar stools or meeting at another time.

      Anyway, I’m not in a job where I have to dress up. I just sit at my desk and talk on the phone. But even though I’m an average looking brunette in some casual blouse and slacks, this hot guy is staring at me.

      Jill! Yoo-hoo? says Allison, looking at me and waving. She’s sitting at the end with Teresa and Monica between us. Teresa and Monica are looking at me too.

      Yeah?

      You haven’t said much down there.

      I shrug. I’m just listening to you girls and enjoying my meal. I look at the guy again.

      Then I guess you heard us gossiping about you, says Teresa.

      I glance at Teresa. She’s got that expression on her face I hate. Uh . . . actually, I didn’t. I take another swig of my beer. What did you say about me?

      We want to know more about that guy you work with, says Teresa. His name is Steve, right? Does he still have a hard-on for you, or what? You haven’t said much about him lately.

      Monica, who is sitting next to me, playfully punches Teresa on the shoulder. You’re horrible! she says.

      I roll my eyes. They always start this, eventually. I’m their easy target, the one who can’t keep a man. I don’t know. Okay? He’s cute and everything, but he hasn’t paid attention to me in weeks. In fact, I’ve seen him talking to another girl in my department. So, he’s clearly not interested in me, anymore. To be honest, I feel pretty pathetic ever telling you guys about him.

      We’ve got to get you set up with someone, says Monica. You’ve been single for too long.

      I force a smile, look at my plate and then look at the guy again. But, he’s not sitting anymore. He’s heading right toward me.

      Oh shit! Monica nudges my side. Look at that guy.

      My heart is pounding because now he’s standing right in front of me, looking into my eyes, with a serious expression. The girls have all stopped talking.

      Meet me outside, he says. Then he walks out the door.

      What . . . do you know him? says Monica.

      Yeah, who is that guy? says Allison.

      I’m at a loss for words, but I pull it together. No . . . I don’t know him.

      Then why did he tell you to come outside? says Teresa. He’s hot as fuck. But do you need us to call the cops or something?

      No! I shoot Teresa a look. I don’t know who that guy is, and maybe I should be scared or concerned, but I’m not. I want to know why he was staring at me. I want to know why he wants me to meet him outside. I want to know why he never looked at any of my friends, just me.

      He’s standing with his back against the window, just waiting for you, says Allison. What the hell is going on with that guy?

      Something comes over me. I’m going outside.

      No! Are you crazy? says Allison.

      No, I’m not crazy. I’m going outside to see what he wants.

      We’re coming with you, says Teresa.

      No! I’m so forceful with my words the girls’ eyes practically pop open. I’ll be back in a minute.

      My friends are all staring at me as I walk out the revolving door. The guy is standing there, and now I get a good look at him under the streetlights. Those eyes I was talking about are a mysterious hazel. Fuck! He’s hot.

      Hello, he says. Now he’s smiling. The serious expression is gone.

      Hi . . . do I know you? I can honestly say this guy is better looking than any guy I’ve ever met.

      No, but you do now. I’m Brian. He holds his hand out to me and smiles even more.

      I shake it and take a deep breath. His smile is making me weak in the knees. I lean against the brick wall. I’m Jill. Why did you call me out here like this?

      To rescue you. You looked like you were bored stiff.

      I shake my head and laugh. Excuse me? I was with my friends. I wasn’t bored.

      Then why are you out here with me?

      Because you asked me out here! I’ve raised my voice, but I don’t mean to.

      You look like a woman who could use an adventure. Am I right?

      No! I mean . . . what are you talking about? I glance at the window. My friends have left their bar stools and are all staring at me like a trio of vultures.

      I’m going to a private party this Saturday. I want you to come with me.

      I laugh again. Okay, you’re weird, crazy or both, but I’m going back in with my friends. I don’t know you, and I don’t know why you would ask someone to a party who you don’t even know. I don’t care how gorgeous this guy is. Asking someone you don’t know to go with you to a party is strange. I turn to the door, but he grabs my arm, not rough, just to stop me.

      Take this, he says, handing me a card. He releases my arm.

      The business card is solid black with gold lettering. It says Brian Thomas and your phone number. That’s it? What kind of card is this? You want me to get involved in some scam, right? I wave my hand. Forget it.

      Brian smiles. "The party starts at nine at night

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