The Real Adam Brightman
Step behind the hotel room doors of The Chatsfield, London…Each year on this very night, international media mogul Adam Brightman puts away his playboy façade and drowns his painful past in whiskey. Except this year one woman is determined not to let him escape his demons.The only way Adam - and she - can move on is to discuss the one thing that they’ve never spoken of. But opening Pandora’s box has consequences, and the question remains… will it consume them both or finally set them free?
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Step behind the hotel room doors of The Chatsfield, Londonâ¦
Each year on this very night, international media mogul Adam Brightman puts away his playboy façade and drowns his painful past in whiskey. Except this year one woman is determined not to let him escape his demons.
The only way Adam - and she - can move on is to discuss the one thing that theyâve never spoken of. But opening Pandoraâs box has consequences, and the question remains⦠will it consume them both or finally set them free?
The Real Adam Brightman
Roz Fayrer
To a small group of women who helped my find my voice in Italy.
And to the women in my life who have shaped me into the person I am today. You know who you are.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Adam Brightman settled back into the soft leather seat of The Chatsfieldâs exclusive bar and tried to drown out the sounds of the other customers with a mouthful of whiskey. He shouldnât have come here. God knows, he should have found another bar in another part of London. But his feet had a mind of their own. Daniel Northman, manager of the bar, kept flicking glances his way, but Adam was looking at a different face, from a different time. He always was on this day, each year, for the last ten years.
A womanâs laughter peeled out from another dark corner of the opulent bar, but it sounded off to Adamâs ears, slightly forced and a little too high. He felt Danielâs gaze on him once again. Heâd offered Daniel two hundred pounds to ensure that Adam found the oblivion he was seeking tonight, but Daniel simply pushed back the notes on the bar, and slid over a glass of whiskey. On the house. Jesus, he must have looked bad. The words that Daniel had uttered slid into his mind.
That kind of pain doesnât need a bill added to it.
He caught his reflection in the mirrored surface of the back of the bar, and cringed at the anguish he was sure shone from every pore on his face. He gritted his teeth and took another swig of whiskey, relishing the burn as the alcohol hit the back of his throat and tried, but failed, to warm the hollow in his chest. There would be no warmth. Not tonight.
The womanâs laugh came again and grated over his skin. He hunched forward in his seat, leaning over his glass. He couldnât get comfortable. Usually the bar at The Chatsfield was everything he sought. Excitement, fun and an evening of beautiful women. But what he was looking for tonight couldnât be soothed by luxurious leather and the wicked cocktails cooked up by Northman.
His gaze roamed over the clientele of the bar and snagged on Ally sitting with some suit. A small measure of surprise cut through him, he didnât think that The Chatsfield would usually let an employee enjoy the hotel bar, let alone a chambermaid. But she seemed to have an âinâ with the bar manager and who was he to deny anyone their moment of escape?
Not that Ally looked like an employee tonight. The dress she was wearing must have cost more than her monthly salary, and Adam knew a thing or two about womenâs clothing. Namely how quickly, or slowly, it could be taken off. He also knew a thing or two about a womanâs body language and, interestingly, Allyâs wasnât saying seduction. It was restrained, but companionable. Which was an odd combination for a woman sitting in a dark bar, having a drink with a reasonably attractive man.
A pair of legs entered Adamâs line of sight topped by a short skirt, just at the right height for a man to imagine drifting his fingers beneath.
âIâve been trying to catch your eye ever since you entered the bar, but youâve been staring at that girl for so long, I figured a more direct approach might be called for.â Honeyed tones, with a slight accent were delivered from a mouth that would make most grown men cry.
He angled his head up at her; big blue eyes peered back at him through the dim lighting and all but ate him up. He could feel the familiar buzz of attraction arc between them. On any other day, he would have been tempted. More than tempted.
âDidnât your mamma tell you not to talk to strangers?â he asked.
âShe also told me to leave bad boys alone. But I never listened to her before, so why start now?â Red painted lips curved into a delicious smile.
âRun, sweetheart. While you still can.â His words may have been flirtatious, but the girl must have picked something up from his tone, and with a pout, she turned and stalked off back to whatever part of the bar she had come from.
He caught Danielâs eye again, and his slight nod of surprise. It wasnât unheard of for Adam to turn down a pretty girl, but it was unusual. Heâd been at The Chatsfield a couple of months, almost the longest heâd ever spent in one place. But then The Chatsfield had something that nowhere else had. Aside from the luxury, the sophistication, the understated opulence, it also housed the one person that he couldnât just walk away from. And that person was interfering with things.
