Secrets Of The Billionaire's Heart

that in itself was enough to turn her stomach. She had been hoping that she wo

is very much a hands-on man with these projects. First thing tomorrow, we're having a me

adier voice, trying to keep it from

The client is pretty anxious to be up and running with t

n smile and a nod

e. It had literally taken her years to hide from that part of her life, and somehow, it was about to barrel do

t could have beens' and slight guilt. Greg's face, his touch, their last conversation, it all came flooding

s away and focus on them. They played; she read them stories; she tucked them in with a kiss. Again there was only pur

des, were created, and through her pitch rehearsal, she took some time every now and then just to gaze at the picture of her family that sat on the mantle

dress with a high, modest neckline and matching heels. Examining herself in the mirror, she tried to rein i

all, to be at a little past mid-morning so Samantha got there early, taking a few moments to get her thoughts toge

d her into a real slick floor-to-ceiling-window conference room, overlooking the city. Samantha set up, tucked-in, an

ath. He looked, as ever, dashingly handsome and dominant, this time in a nice suit that enhanced his ta

it to be a moment of placing a face. She turned to her presentation board quickly and

id as she extended her hand to shake his. 'This

and. 'Good to meet you, Ms. Reynolds. G

antha when she said that, after that flutter in her stomach.

reg's remarks as professionally yet expectantly as she could. She had this sensation all the while that he was watching her, and it

on and Greg lagged behind, coming forward to w

omething?" Greg's

hadn't a clue, he

arpness. "I know something about you.you s

pped a beat. She was

trying to smile. "Maybe you'

completely content. "Maybe. Well, can't wait

d with the almost inaudib

She knew what to do: keep her mind on her work, and guard the life she had managed to build. Somehow, meeting Greg again was meant to ha