Crazy Nights (The Barrington Billionaires Book 3) by Danielle Stewart

her voice was so authentic Emmitt could tell her nerves were rattled.
    “Don’t’ worry,” Sinclair whispered. “I know how it is. It happens more than you think. I’m not even sure why we have these silly badges in the first place. I let everyone up anyway.”
    “You sweetheart,” she chirped. “Why aren’t there more men in the world like you? I swear I can’t remember the last time I crossed paths with a gentleman like yourself. Your wife is a lucky woman.”
    “Oh I’m not married,” Sinclair corrected. “Divorced and single, ready to mingle.”
    “For fuck’s sake,” Emmitt groaned. “Wrap it up already.”
    “How in the world are you single? Stop it,” Evie continued. “I’m sure the right woman is around the corner for you. Just keep being you, Sinclair.”
    “Shucks,” Sinclair chuckled, and Emmitt could practically see his pox marked face blushing.
    “Hey love doctor, he never told you his name. Good thing he’s busy staring at your tits, or you’d be blowing this whole thing up right now.”
    “I better get going.” She sighed. “The guys I work for are real,” she dropped her voice to a whisper, “jerks. They tell me what to do all day and treat me like an idiot. Not to mention there’s this one really bad one who started helping me on this project. I thought things were going great, I was really excited and then boom, he just bails on me. He just left me standing there like he couldn’t even see me. It was very embarrassing.”
    Emmitt felt his dick react before he could figure out what to say. He knew exactly what “project” Evie was alluding to. Walking away from her smooth skin, her arching back, and her moaning lips had taken all of his willpower. Just the thought of it now was enough to zap his logic. All he could picture was her until some chattering women passed by, laughing, and finally centered him again.
    “You remember where you’re going from here?” he asked, clearing his throat and shifting his body so the firm bulge in his pants couldn’t be seen by every passerby.
    “Mhm, I’m great,” she said with, in his opinion, far too much confidence. Nothing jeopardized a mission more than arrogance. “If you’re really concerned with not adding this to your list of recent mistakes you might want to do exactly what I tell you.”
    “I know what I have to do,” she whispered. “And you’re freaking me out. I’ve got this.” He heard the familiar static rustling of the earpiece being handled, and he could tell instantly it was switched off as was the microphone.
    “Evie,” he growled, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hear him. Emmitt stood, took five steps toward the street, ready to cross, then stopped. Looking down at his watch, remembering the plan, he knew Evie would already be upstairs. She’d be looking for the utility room that, with any luck, would be unlocked. Considering the lack of security for the building, the odds were in their favor. If she was paying attention in the car, she’d know exactly where to plug in the zip drive, and she’d remember to wait for it to turn green before removing it.
    He backed himself up to the bench and sat down again. There would be nothing for him to do out here but wait. Wait and plan exactly what he’d say to her when she came out. Once he saw her strut across that street, once he knew she was all right, he was going to have to find a way to punish her.

Chapter 10
    E vie could only imagine how pissed Emmitt was right now. His instructions had been explicit and unwavering. He’d gone over every step ten times, but the look of unease in his eyes was freaking her out. His voice in her ear, like an intimate whisper, only made her legs shake even more. Pulling the earpiece out and turning off the little microphone taped to her shirt wasn’t about making some power move. It was self-preservation. She needed his low rumbling voice out of her head so she could stop imagining his tongue crawling up her neck. She