Millionaire Under The Mistletoe: The Playboy's Mistress / Christmas in the Billionaire's Bed / The Boss's Mistletoe Manoeuvres. Linda Thomas-Sundstrom
Is that why you came to the Hall?’
‘My company is involved in property development,’ Reece agreed, not mentioning that this property development didn’t include small country houses being renovated on a shoestring.
It did involve a string of brand-new hotels in various capitals of the world which the leisure arm of his empire now ran. A good many office complexes and several sports stadiums which had popped up all over Europe had also begun their existence on a drawing board in the Erskine Building—he didn’t mention this either.
‘Then you’re some sort of property developer…?’ she prodded.
‘That was one of the areas we’ve diversified into during the last few years.’
‘We?’
‘Well, it’s not a one-man show; my sister Kate is heavily involved in the running of the hotel chain, and my cousin Declan has just joined us. My kid brother has just finished his stint at Harvard, so hopefully he’ll—’
‘You told me you didn’t have a family!’ Darcy twitched her rear-view mirror and saw an almost comical grimace of dismay register on his drop-dead gorgeous features.
‘I did…?’ he echoed evasively.
‘Yes, you did.’
‘They’re a lovely bunch but a bit…overwhelming en masse—like at Christmas time. Don’t you ever wish you were an only child…?’
The encounter with Nick still fresh in her mind, Darcy found herself nodding. ‘When I’m around Nick, yes, I do.’
‘The guy’s only trying to protect you.’ Reece had a sister of his own, and a real headache she was too.
Darcy could hardly believe her ears—Reece, defending Nick of all people! ‘This male bonding is all very sweet but have you forgotten it’s you he wants to protect me from?’ she reminded him.
‘I’d not forgotten. I have this nasty feeling when he gets me alone he’s going to ask me what my intentions are.’
Did he really expect her to appreciate the humour of this remark? ‘He already knows. That’s the problem.’
She sensed his looking at her, and couldn’t stop herself taking her eyes off the road for a split-second…he was pushing an unruly hank of glossy almost black hair from his eyes. Did he always have to look so damned pleased with himself? she wondered, resenting the way just looking at him sent her temperature rocketing.
Reece would have been astonished if he’d been privy to her thoughts. He had rarely felt less complacent in his life; things were happening to him that he didn’t want or need—his eyes were drawn to the shell-like shape of her ear—cancel ‘didn’t need’. Every time he looked at this woman he needed with a capital N.
‘Perhaps he could tell me,’ he muttered under his breath.
‘Pardon?’
She wanted to know; well, he’d tell her! ‘I can’t look at your ear without wanting to whisper in it. I can’t look at your mouth—’
‘Stop!’ Darcy yelled, her stressed heart pumping out adrenalin like a pneumatic drill. ‘If you say things like that I’m likely to crash the car.’
‘In that case, wouldn’t it be far safer if you parked somewhere? Somewhere quiet and secluded would be good.’ From what he’d seen, that shouldn’t be too difficult—they’d barely passed another car.
Darcy broke out in a cold sweat. ‘You can’t say things like that to me!’ She could hardly hear herself speak above the frantic clamour of her heart.
Reece sighed. ‘I can’t not say things like that to you. Do you think it’s possible they’ve put something in the water…?’
‘I think it’s possible you’ve got nothing better to do than harass me,’ she responded weakly in a strangulated version of her own deep, husky voice.
‘Actually, I brought a heap of paperwork with me.’
‘I’m flattered no end.’
‘Do your boyfriends always have to work so hard?’
She could have said What boyfriends? but she didn’t want to reveal the disgraceful lack of sexual encounters in her work-orientated life. ‘You’re not a boy or my friend.’
‘I’m your lover.’
This man was the master of the one-liners; there was no doubt about it. Darcy dabbed the beads of sweat from the full outline of her upper lip with the tip of her tongue and tried to coax her respirations into a more manageable rate.
‘You’re my one-night stand,’ she bit back coldly. He would never know that this admission hurt her more than it did him. ‘Listen, I can see why you might think I’m up for…that I might want you to…’ Darcy’s voice dropped to an agonised whisper. ‘You know what I mean.’ Still he didn’t respond. ‘Last night wasn’t me…’
Even though her eyes remained rigidly fixed on the road, she could feel his eyes travelling over her body, her skin prickling in response to the unseen scrutiny.
‘I have to dispute that.’
The low rasp of his voice was like a caress, and she could picture his slow, sensual smile in her head. She ground her teeth in frustration.
‘I don’t normally act like that,’ she insisted.
‘Then last night was special…?’
‘Last night was mad, a mistake!’ she yelled. ‘I’m not passing judgement on people that do act like that, but it’s just not me.’
‘I think it is you.’
‘Haven’t you heard a thing I’ve said?’ she asked shrilly.
‘You’ve made a lot of noise but you haven’t come right out and said no.’
She gave a contemptuous laugh. ‘And I’m supposed to believe that’s all it takes…?’
‘Believe it or not, it’s true.’
You could have taken a chainsaw to the tension in the air.
‘Will you fasten your seat belt?’
Reece smiled, but didn’t push his advantage. ‘It hurts the bust ribs,’ he explained mildly.
So would being thrown through the windscreen. ‘Don’t be such a sissy!’ she admonished sternly.
‘You’re the boss.’
If only, she thought wistfully. I should have said no—why didn’t I say it…? ‘If the word “mouth” crosses your lips once more I’ll make you walk back,’ she warned him sternly. Darcy had no intention of becoming a rich man’s plaything—no matter how tempting the notion was.
‘Last night—’
Darcy cut him off. ‘That too.’
‘I have a very extensive vocabulary, Darcy.’
‘And I have a very low tolerance level.’ Her angry sneer morphed into a weak scowl. ‘Why the hell did you come here?’ If he hadn’t been doing so she’d never have met him and her life would have been a lot simpler.
‘Maybe I got tired of well-meaning people trying to rehabilitate me.’
Darcy puzzled over his obscure reply. ‘I don’t understand.’
‘That’s the way I’d like to keep it for the moment.’
There was only a handful of people in the garden centre, but Reece suspected they’d have come in for personal attention even if the place had been packed out. As if he’d been expecting them, the guy Reece assumed ran the place appeared as soon as they drew up. He greeted Darcy warmly and