One Night in Paris

ONE NIGHT IN PARIS JACOB PARKER STARK KEY PRESS CONTENTS Find Jacob ParkerDescriptionIntroductionDedicationChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21Chapter 22Chapter 23Chapter 24Chapter 25Chapter 26Chapter 27Chapter 28Chapter 29Chapter 30Chapter 31Chapter 32Chapter 33Chapter 34Chapter 35Chapter 36Chapter 37Chapter 38Chapter 39EpilogueInsiders GroupAbout the AuthorCopyright FIND JACOB PARKER https://jacobparkerbooks.com/ DESCRIPTION Best part about just one night? You can be whoever you want. But so can they. She was my mystery girl. Until she wasn’t. Turns out I wasn’t the only one who lied about who I was that night in Paris. Now I see the real her. And she needs help. I’m willing to give her more than that. Working together is just what I need. Her curves are the best part of my day. My night, too. But nothing this good is easy. When someone threatens to burn us down, I’m left wondering. Was one night in Paris all it was supposed to be? Introduction Hey! I’m missing you over here in my Insiders Group. Where you at?!? Come grab your spot and let’s connect. Also, you get a FREE novel for joining. Trust me, you DON’T want to miss it! See you on the inside… Join my insiders HERE! DEDICATION To all of you. I am so grateful for you and hope you love this adventure to Paris. Jacob Parker 1LOGAN “Yes, Mr. Aubert. We are prepared to decrease our offer by twenty percent, if that’s what it takes to gain your business.” I steadied my hands on the armrests of the opulent chair across from him. Behind him, the Paris skyline stretched out in both directions. One could even see the Eiffel Tower from here with a bit of contorting. Right now, though, my eyes were locked on the older French gentleman sitting with his hands steepled on top of his desk. “We are more than happy to work on the new building project with you under the terms you’ve set forth, so long as we can agree to the materials I’ve outlined in this document.” His face was statuesque. I couldn’t read his thoughts at all. In a moment, he would either accept the terms and our two companies could move forward, doing business together, or I’d be sent right back to the drawing board. I kept my stoic smile in place as well. Winters International Architecture Firm had a reputation that spoke for itself. The fact that I’d flown all the way from New York City to Paris to meet with the president of Aubert Constructeurs myself should speak volumes about how serious I was about taking this project on. I could’ve sent someone else, but being the CEO, I wanted to handle a project of such magnitude personally. Not to mention, who didn’t want to visit Paris for a few days in the spring when they got the chance? Jean Aubert’s face finally melted. Scratching his chin, he pursed his lips for a moment before he said, “I like you, Logan Winters. I like your company. I think we will do good business together.” His expression was still thoughtful, so I waited, hoping the next word out of his mouth wasn’t “but.” His thick French accent was difficult to understand, but his English was a thousand times better than my broken French. Continuing to smile, I added a head nod, waiting… praying… hoping. “Very well.” Mr. Aubert broke into a hardy laugh, clapping his hands together. “Let’s do this together. Your company and mine. We will build the finest business complex La Defénse has ever seen!” Standing, he offered me his hand, and I took it, both of us laughing and patting one another on the back. “That’s wonderful news, Mr. Aubert.” Once I pulled my hand away, I offered the paperwork to him, waiting for him to sign. When it was finalized, I offered him a gracious, “Merci!” one of the only words I knew in French. After a few more pleasantries, I told him goodbye, picked up my briefcase, and headed out the door. The grin on my face was uncontrollable. I couldn’t wait to get to a location where I could call my best friend, Trevor, and let him know the good news, that I’d secured the account. Not that he’d know a damn thing about how hard work like this was when he hadn’t done a single day of it in his life. Sometimes I envied him, coming from money. Still, he’d be happy for me. Waiting until I was out of the building so I could navigate the unfamiliar terrain a bit better, I took my cell phone out of my pocket and clicked on his name. Doing the math quickly in my head, I figured it was mid-morning back in New York. He should be awake by now, I hoped. With Trevor, one never knew. “Yeah?” His groggy voice told me I had, in fact, woken him up. Chuckling under my breath, I asked, “Hungover or just tired?” “Mom?” he joked. “Nah, just got up a few minutes ago. Dude, what time is it there?” “Almost four, man.” Looking around, I oriented myself to make sure I was walking in the right direction. My hotel was close by, so there was no reason to flag down a cab. Dozens of people rushed past me on the sidewalk. Locals, tourists, all races and nationalities blended in with one another. Seeing all of the different cultures melt together was one of the things I loved about big cities like Paris—and New York. “It’s four? In the morning? Why the hell are you up, dude?” Trevor exclaimed. “Did you just leave the bar? Don’t you have a meeting today?” Shaking my head at his idiocy, I reminded myself he was much brighter when he’d had some coffee. “No, man. It’s four in the afternoon. Listen, I was just calling to tell you I nailed it. I was able to lock up