Moment of Weakness: One Moment, Book 1 Read Free Page A

she would’ve seen him glance at the table next to him, not the menu. As horrible as it seemed, ruining someone’s naughty night away had greatly improved Marcus’s appetite.
    Actually, he hadn’t been one hundred percent sure if Logan had a fiancée. That’d been an educated guess. However, anyone looking at the jackhole could tell he probably juggled at least a fiancée, girlfriend, as well as one or two strategically placed fuck-buddies.
    What had surprised Marcus was Abby, the chic, professional tax consultant putting herself up to be one of them. Though by the look on Abby’s face as she’d strutted off to the bathroom, he bet that hadn’t panned out so well for Logan.
    Marcus gave a short chuckle. He’d bide his time well. Did she believe he hadn’t guessed exactly what she’d been up to from the moment they’d met? She’d assessed him, judged him, wanted him…then summarily dismissed him. He’d watched sexy Ms. Harkness walk off with Logan and had known straight away the game she was playing. And Marcus wanted in.
    At least now he had her full attention.
    Initially, Marcus hadn’t been sure his motives weren’t purely about winning. Okay. Yes. He’d be lying if he said a little healthy competition didn’t drive him the hardest. When he’d seen Abby and Logan flirting in the boardroom earlier, hunger for her had buzzed through his veins, along with the urge to compete. Crush. Dominate. But as soon as his eyes had lit on Abby tonight, he’d known there was more to his fascination with her. He couldn’t walk away, not without finding out more. Or without her acknowledging the sexual energy that sparked between them.
    Her tight control triggered all of Marcus’s competitive instincts. He wanted to be the one with his hands on the reins. He wanted to see Abby’s self-control shatter. He wanted her to give him everything, and he wanted it more than anything he’d desired in a long, long time. He couldn’t allow that lowlife Logan to get anywhere near what Marcus now considered his.
    He’d competed with guys like him all his life—arrogant trust-fund babies who bought their time in cushy jobs before being allowed to take over Daddy’s company. While Logan had been fucking his way through his million dollar allowance, Marcus had worked three times harder than anyone else. He’d learned early on that to succeed you had to know the game, gather every scrap of information and carefully calculate your chances. He made sure he always won.
    Marcus tapped his thumb in a thoughtful beat against the top of the table, contemplating Abby—the smokin’ hot redhead who was all luscious curves and litheness, stretching down to her pink painted toenails. Those he had noticed, along with her long, bare legs as she’d stalked back and forth during her presentation today. Her job at Crovens was finished as far as he knew. So what was this? A last minute hoorah with Logan before she left? Here’s my bill and fuck you very much.
    The bathroom door slapped back against the wall, followed by the sound of high heels clipping across the tiled floor. Marcus kept his attention on his cutlery as the footsteps stopped beside him. Wallet and key card were snatched up from the table. A pause, and then those sharp steps snapped away in an angry staccato in the direction of the bar.
    A few minutes later, a pale-looking Logan shuffled to the table. When he spotted Marcus, his back noticeably straightened and two bright spots of color flared to life on his cheeks.
    “Got myself out of a close one there.” He jerked his head toward Abby’s retreating back. “What a cock-tease she turned out to be.”
    Marcus fought the urge to smash his fist into Logan’s idiotic face. He breathed out his nose, his mouth stretching into a humorless grin. “You obviously didn’t have what Abby wanted,” he said blandly. “And she didn’t like the look of your fiancée when she came in looking for you either.”
    The color leached from