The Billionaire Bargain

e said stubbornly. ‘I don’t rem

e felt a stab of satisfaction

and then he shrugged. ‘Which is n

ith heat, his sneer

a wai

se me-' she be

ie to me,’ he

‘Fine. So I know who you are! So wh

angerously foolhardy, because this is my buildi

her skin, sending flickers

n pale, Christopher f

ed, maybe she wasn’t the hardene

was stil

the slight tilt of her chin, the wash of colour on the flawless cheekbones. He’d known women like her before. One in particular

nd, eyes narrowing, he let the silence lengthen until finally, with a mixture of defiance and

‘And yet you didn’t put on the lights? You

, she’d imagined what would happen if she got caught. But in her head she had pictured some bumbling security guard. She certainly ha

because I thought somebody w

of his body was messing with her head so that

, but I’ve worked here a couple

ave possibly -believably-wan

ely past him at the lit-up skyscrapers and then

ring in relief. ‘Everyone says the view from up

d that she had to clench the muscles in

ow

inked.

his level? Catering staff only have cle

told herself. ‘I don’t know,’ she lied

onger. It was time for a dignified retreat. David would understand, and together they

ere, okay? It was a bad idea-a mistake-and I promise I will never do anything lik

t silence as hi

ty name...’ h

was battling to c

oned. Swee

smile that sent a shi

you don’t l

‘I don’t know what you

hen let me explain. I

ure. The deal was generous he’d offered way more than the market value of the building and yet o

approve of him, or his reputation for ruthlessness and womanising and so he wouldn’t sell. Christopher breathed

ehow persuade Geller

just thinking about it. And now, as if he didn’t have enoug

ty, he told hi

ason for him to

t Rachel, he felt

t the

es rested on her face. Aside from a faint smudge of pink on her lips, she was make-up-free. But then beauty like hers nee

oyance he found himself wanting to loosen it more. Could almost imagine what it would feel like between his fingers,

ted his head, h

, I’ve had a lon

t lurching like a ship at sea, Rachel edged backw

used on reaching the door of freedom, and then he

’t thi

ouch searing her skin. ‘You’re not goin

give in to the cold, slippery panic curling around

oug

, like a guillotine falling,

might fall for this eyelash-fluttering, little-girl-lost routine, but I’

n, she tightened her fingers involuntarily around the swipe card. ‘And most men-m