The Billionaire Bargain

he knew that this time she was telling the truth. David Adams was clearly not a crimin

orough-health records, academic results and employment history. And one line noting the existe

in his chest; he felt weightless, off balance, as though he'd been drin

the way her eyes softened when she talked about her brother. Or that

eek, then carry on touching, his fingers sliding over the soft skin of her throat, then lower still, to the

r reasons he didn't want to examine, he'd broken with protocol and convinced his security team to let him deal with her personally.Only now here she was, clutching his phone like an amulet to ward off e

hought she could

utterly deluded; there was no way he

t he would

dn't watched her breaking in he would have believed every word, trust

erate, the blood humming inside his head, as slowly, miraculously he real

d love to hear your views on social housing some other

ause. She stared at hi

do you do when you're not breaki

up your mind that David and I are some of kind of Bon

say for sure that it'll change anyt

to reveal a triangle of sleek golden skin.Angry, Christopher Woods was formidable, but she was just starting to realise that anger was not the

u weren't interested

His gaze rested on her face-cool, unblinking,

are you

tunity to redeem yoursel

her eyes, her distrust of him battling with her impulse to protect her brother. He

y twin. And I'm a waitress.' Her eyes flared. 'Just a waitress. But not th

harp, complic

up defensively. 'I tol

was a flush of colour on her cheeks and he

smoothly. 'A half-point swing in my commoditie

. Something was happening a

er eyes. 'What

th curved upwards into

found a way for all of us to move

going to have sex with you, if that's wh

than any emerald. 'And don't flatter yourself, Miss Adams. I like a woman in handcuffs as much

ue. 'So what do

ing to see through her or past her. It made her feel taut, trapped

smile that tore th

e said softly. There was a mo

d proved unequivocally that Christopher was a cold-blooded megaloman

slowly. 'I think I must have m

is eyes flickered over her stunned

er hand to her forehead, as though to

talking about?

el small. She stared wildly round the room, hoping to find some explanation. But