Moment of Weakness: One Moment, Book 1 Read Free

her list of potential bed partners the moment she’d met him. And every minute she’d seen of him since. Being in his presence roused thoughts and feelings Abby no longer had room for. He tipped her perfectly ordered world off balance.
    She pulled her gaze away from his provocative stare. It was none of his business what she did with her time. Her work at Crovens was completed and as far as she knew, Marcus’s consultancy contract had finished too. Abby intended to leave first thing in the morning without seeing Logan or Marcus ever again. Perfect.
    “He’s in a relationship, you know.”
    Abby’s attention snapped back to Marcus and she raised her brows. His eyes locked with hers in a cold, unwavering stare. Icy fingers danced across her shoulders.
    “Then I’m probably doing her a favor.” She answered with a cool smile.
    Marcus leaned in. “Oh, undoubtedly you are,” he said conspiratorially. “Although I’m not sure his fiancée would see it that way.”
    Fiancée. The word struck Abby and twisted around her head to squeeze tight.
    He was bluffing. Abby shook off her unease. Nothing Logan had said or done pointed to any significant other. And she could tell. She always made sure.
    Or had she been so desperate to find someone—someone who wasn’t Marcus—she’d overlooked her one, big, unwritten rule?
    “How do you know?” she challenged softly.
    Marcus smiled and lifted his shoulders. “Check.” He nodded toward the cell phone lying next to Logan’s abandoned wine glass.
    “It’ll have a password,” Abby argued. But she picked the phone up anyway. A tap of the navigation key and the screen filled with icons. Her breath caught. Expelled in relief. “See.” She waved the phone in Marcus’s direction. “If he had anything to hide, he would’ve locked it.”
    “So, what will it hurt to check then?”
    Something about the way he spoke, quiet and confident, made it impossible for Abby to put the phone down. He was right. What could it hurt? And wouldn’t it be better to know rather than spend precious time cooling her hormones wondering whether or not he was lying? With a flick of her thumb, Abby opened the message folder. She was determined to prove Marcus wrong.
    The name at the top was Madison. Abby gave a mental shrug. Could be anyone. The air grew thick and cloying as she thumbed through the texts. ‘Sorry I can’t be there, babe’ ‘Don’t wait up for me’. Oh, and this was the kicker: ‘You know I want you so bad’.
    Abby kept the polite smile on her face as she got up. It stayed intact as she marched stiffly to the men’s room and entered, uncaring that waitstaff stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching her. Three stalls faced a bank of gleaming white urinals. Two doors were open but the one at the end was partially closed. Abby stalked over and smacked it with the heel of her palm.
    With pants around his ankles and dick in hand, Logan had obviously been a busy boy. He started as she smashed the door open, then his face split into a welcoming grin.
    “Babe, you’ve come.”
    Abby’s gaze dropped briefly to his half-formed erection. “So have you, by the looks of it.”
    He smirked. “I was just thinking how a blowjob might bring me back to life.” He waggled his cock in invitation.
    Abby could only stare at him, her breath coming out in a slow hiss. “If I get anywhere near your cock with my mouth, I will gnaw that fucker right off at the base.”
    The expression on Logan’s face told her he believed every word.

Chapter Two
    Marcus handed his menu over to the waitress and put in his order for rare filet mignon, accompanied by candied yams with roasted red potatoes. He beamed, almost humming with contentment, an emotion that didn’t come around to visit often. Marcus decided he liked the feeling. A lot.
    The pretty waitress’s smile deepened. “Is there anything else I can get you, sir?”
    “No thank you. I’m quite satisfied.”
    If she’d been taking notice,