Title: What We Do in the Night
Series: Day to Night Duet #1
Series: Day to Night Duet #1
Author: Stylo Fantôme
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Release Date: June 21, 2019
Blurb
Just five months ago, Valentine O'Dell started
working at a very special kind of nightclub – one where you can dance the night
away, or live out your greatest fantasy. She's learned to lose herself to her
nights, forgetting all her day time woes as she charms every man she meets.
It's easy enough to do when she doesn't let her feelings get involved.
Then Ari Sharapova walks in and changes
everything.
Working for his father's law firm has left Ari
with very little control over his life, so when he sees Valentine for the first
time, he sees a girl who is desperate for someone to take care of her. To take
over her. So what he can't get for himself in the day time, he'll simply take
for himself at night. But when power struggles lead to real feelings, who's
actually controlling whom?
Some relationships are better left in the
dark.
Excerpt
When Valentine got to the ladies room, she all but fell
through the door. A bathroom attendant jumped out of her chair, asking if she
was alright.
“I'm fine,” she groaned. “Just bumped into a blonde
nightmare.”
“Oh,” the attendant laughed. “One of those, huh?”
“Rich people are the worst,” Val growled, moving to lean
against a sink. “You know? They just think they can talk to you however they
want. Screw them.”
“I couldn't agree more.”
She was ready to go off on another tangent, but then the
door burst open once again. Ari strode into the room, startling both of them.
“Sir, this is the -” the attendant started.
“Leave,” he ordered her, though his eyes never left
Valentine's.
The attendant looked unsure for a moment. Val rolled her
eyes, but she eventually nodded her head, signaling that it was okay. The
attendant nodded back, then demurely left the room.
“A little dramatic,” Val said once the door had shut.
“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” he demanded.
She belatedly realized he was angry. Ari was very, very
angry. She glanced around the room.
“Well, I was gonna pee – I thought this was the best place
to do it,” she tried to joke. His glare grew even more severe and he loomed
over her.
“What are you doing here? At this restaurant? With
that piece of shit out there?” he clarified. Her jaw dropped.
“Uh, excuse me, I think you'll find that your ex is
the only piece of shit here,” she informed him. “You should've told her not to
come where she isn't wanted.”
“Don't you ever tell me what to do. Now explain yourself.”
“Explain myself?” Valentine laughed loudly and
stepped away from the sink, not wanting him to have the power position of
leaning over her. “Excuse me, but I'm not your girlfriend. I don't have to
explain anything to you.”
“No, you're my property, and as such there are rules
you must abide by,” he growled. “Rules we both agreed upon.”
So much of what he'd just said was messed up, but she
decided to save most of it for later and tackle what exactly it was that had
him so pissed off right now.
“That's why you're upset?” she asked. “Because of the guy
I'm having dinner with? Because of Ralph?”
“I'm upset because you're breaking the rules. I paid a lot
of money for you – I won't tolerate insubordination.”
“You paid a lot of money for my time,” Val corrected
him. “So screw you, Ari, I'm not breaking shit.”
“I told you in the beginning,” he started. “No other
'clients' – no picking anyone else up at your club. And I don't believe for one
second you met Ralph out there on Tinder, or at the laundromat, or at school,
or wherever, so he must be a client. What the fuck.”
Oh my god, he's jealous. Jeez, you fuck a guy a couple
times and suddenly he thinks he owns you.
Yet still, somewhere deep down in her chest, her heart began
to beat faster.
“Yes, he's a client,” Val snapped. “But I didn't break any rules.
I agreed to a dinner date with him before I met you, it's been set up
for weeks now, I'm just fulfilling a deal. My world doesn't revolve around you,
Ari.”
“It had better fucking start to.”
“Are you kidding?” she asked. “You're mad? How do you
think I feel, seeing you here with friends and not being able to acknowledge
you, and then having your evil ex talk to me like that, like she's still with
you?”
“Deal with it – you knew what you were signing up for.”
Val was pretty sure steam was about to shoot out of her
ears.
“I signed up to give you exclusive rights to my time,” she
growled. “Not to be verbally abused by your bitchy ex-girlfriend, and not to be
treated like some contractually obligated whore.”
“If the contract fits.”
Valentine slapped him before she could stop herself,
shocking both of them.
“Don't you ever talk to me like that again!” she hissed. Ari
stared down at her, his blue eyes ablaze with anger, that errant lock of hair
falling across his forehead once again.
“I'll talk to you however I want. Don't ever fucking hit me
again.”
She let out a frustrated shriek, then she slapped him again
before pounding her hands against his chest. He struggled to grab hold of her
arms, shoving her across the room and slamming her up against the wall by the
door. He pinned her wrists near her head, then they glared at each other, both
their chests heaving, both their hearts raging.
He's the worst.
She was suddenly kissing him. Or he was kissing her. It was
impossible to tell – they were no longer two separate entities. He let go of
her wrists and she immediately started clawing at the front of his blazer,
trying to pull it apart. His left hand went around her throat, gently
squeezing, while his right hand went to her exposed thigh, rubbing the outside
of it.
“This dress,” Ari gasped against her. “Jesus, when I saw it
…”
“When I put it on tonight, I thought of you,” Valentine
spoke quickly, finally undoing the button and pushing her hands inside his
jacket.
“I want to fucking rip it off of you.”
“God, yes, I want that, too,” she groaned, dragging her
nails down his back, wishing her hands were against his skin.
Then his tongue was back between her lips, just as
aggressive as always. He didn't just take a taste when he kissed – Ari made a
whole meal of her mouth, and she loved being devoured.
Author Bio
Crazy woman
from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a
necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about
right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see
shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm
clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs
more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I
do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the
year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a
curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't
understand me.
Yeah. I
think that about sums me up.
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