The Billionaire Bundle

by Michele De Winton

“What?”

  “You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Lia? Treacherous, deceitful, but basically a good girl.” He made the words sound like something dirty. “Or at least I’d bet the people you work with think you are. How would you like those pictures posted on the Internet?” He paused, no doubt to let the idea sink in. “Perhaps e-mailed to your friends, colleagues, the local newspaper.”

  Lia shook her head, bewildered. “Why would you do that?”

  “I won’t need to if you tell me what I want to know.”

  Faintness washed over her. “You wouldn’t.”

  He didn’t reply, and looking at that hard, implacable face, Lia knew he was capable of anything. The nausea rose suddenly, hot and bitter in the back of her throat, and she reeled away, stumbling in her need to put distance between them. She retreated into the stable and threw up until her stomach was empty then stood leaning against the wall for support.

  “Lia?”

  She thought about ignoring him, but knew he was unlikely to go away. “What?” she asked bitterly.

  “What were you looking for?”

  He was remorseless, and she felt the first stirring of anger. She couldn’t believe he had taped their meeting and was threatening to publish pictures of her. If they got out, there would go her clean-cut image and her chance at the sponsorship deal. She glared at him, in hatred. Even though he might be despicable, she had to tell him something.

  “I need a drink. Come on.”

  When he didn’t immediately follow, she stopped. “Look,” she said, “I promise I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

  Her brain was working furiously as she led the way across the yard to the room they used for breaks. She switched on the coffee machine and took a bottle of water from the fridge. Ignoring Luc, she went to the small bathroom and splashed her face with water, then rinsed her mouth out over and over again until the sour taste was gone. In the mirror, she appeared pale, her eyes huge and shadowed. What she needed was a plan, but her mind refused to cooperate.

  Luc rapped on the wood. “Lia, come out of there.”

  Finally, she opened the door.

  “Are you all right?” he asked

  “Like you care.” She wanted to rant and rage, but it wasn’t going to help—she had gotten into this herself—so it was up to her to get out of it.

  “Do you want a coffee?” she asked and was pleased at the surprised glance he threw her way. It was good to get him off-balance.

  He nodded. “Black, no sugar.”

  As she went to walk past, he touched her arm and she flinched. “What now?”

  He nodded to the strapping on her right wrist. “Your arm—you’ve hurt it?”

  “I fell off. It’s nothing.”

  “Fell off? Fell off what?”

  “A horse.” What the hell else would I fall off?

  Lia made the coffee, adding milk and sugar to her own. She handed him his mug, took hers over to her favorite seat, and sank down. He remained standing, but Lia refused to be intimidated further.

  “Is that why you slept with me?” she asked. “Did you have this planned?”

  “No, cara.” he drawled. “But I could hardly resist such a willing offer.”

  She stared at him, making no attempt to hide the hatred in her eyes. “Would you really publish those pictures?”

  He didn’t answer, just took a sip of his coffee, and stared at her.

  “Stupid question,” she muttered more to herself than Luc.

  “Tell me what you were looking for, Lia.”

  “I was looking for my father. I thought you might have some information about him. You said you knew him.”

  Luc studied her, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “So you really don’t know where he is?”

  “Why the hell would I be looking for him,” she said slowly, enunciating each word, “if I knew where he was? Are you being purposefully obtuse or just stupid? I do not know where my father is.” She sighed. “Look, Mr. Severino…”

  “Don’t you think we’ve gone a little past such formalities?”

  Lia gritted her teeth at the reminder. “Luc,” she said, “I haven’t seen my father in over ten years.”

  “Letters? Telephone calls?”

  “I haven’t seen him, heard from him. Nothing. I went to see Harley Watson because I remembered him from when we lived in London. I thought he might know where my father had been for the last ten years.”

  “Why didn’t you just ask? Why the charade about the job?”

  She glared at him incredulously. “I didn’t know my father well, and I hardly knew Mr. Watson at all. But I do know something of what he was, what they both were, and I couldn’t just walk in there and ask.”

  “Why did you leave with me?”

  Lia looked away and shoved her hands in her pockets. “For the same reason. You said you knew my father and…” She cast him a bitter glance, “at the time I believed you were the safer bet. Anyway, I thought you might have some information. You said you were an acquaintance. I don’t know anything about you apart from that. Then we…” she paused at a loss for words.

  “Had wild, mind-blowing sex,” Luc said, and she glared at him again.

  “Anyway, I felt uncomfortable, so I ran, but I didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “I told you the job was separate, nothing to do with sleeping with me.”

  “And I told you I don’t want your stupid job, I only wanted to find my father.” She looked at him and suddenly realized that it had all been for nothing anyway. “You don’t know where he is either, do you?”

  Luc sipped his coffee. “No, but I want to find him.”

  “Why?”

  “Unfinished business.”

  “What sort of unfinished business?” she asked.

  “That’s unimportant. So, why do you want to find him now after all this time?”

  Lia thought for a moment. She didn’t want him to know her financial situation; it was none of his business.

  “I promised my mother,” she said at last.

  “Why?”

  “My mother loved my father. She was very upset when he left. And my father hasn’t even met Mike, my brother, he’s only ten—he was born after my father disappeared. My mother wanted him to see Mike, and I promised I would try to find him.”

  “Very admirable. But what’s changed? Why now?”

  God, he was persistent. “My mother died six months ago.”

  “You told Harley she was fine.”

  “I thought Mr. Watson might not help me. He and my mother were friends, sort of, but I was nothing to him. Look, my mother’s dead, and I wanted to find my father, that’s not a crime.”

  “Do you love your father?”

  “Of course,” Lia said, lying.

  Chapter Six

  Until that point, Luc hadn’t been sure, but now he knew she was lying; she had that same innocent look in her big blue eyes that Jimmy Brent used to get. Right before he stabbed you in the back. No, she was definitely lying; he just wasn’t sure why.

  If he had any sense, he would hand this whole mess over to his security team and get them to investigate Lia Brent and discover whether he was being set up. Obviously, he had no sense. He’d spent the last three weeks abroad; it was all that had kept him away this long. Nothing was going to keep him away longer. Instead, he’d come here determined to find out what she was up to, what she’d been searching for that night.

  At first, he hadn’t recognized her. When he’d pulled up in the well-kept yard, he’d seen a tall blond man talking to a girl outside one of the stables. Only when she had turned slightly had he realized the girl was Lia. As he’d watched, she’d leaned over and kissed the man. It was a light kiss, but Luc had felt an almost primal fury well up inside him. And at that point, he’d admitted to himself he wanted her in his bed again.

  But this was a different Lia from the one he’d met at the club and the one he’d had in his bed. No makeup, dressed in faded jeans, the soft, blue denim
molded to her long legs and the slight curves of her bottom, and an equally faded T-shirt clinging to her small breasts. The sleek fall of hair had been replaced by a mass of blond curls pulled ruthlessly back into a ponytail. He found her natural beauty a refreshing change from the sophisticated, made-up women he usually dated.

  So which one was the real Olivia Brent? Was she setting him up so Jimmy Brent could finish the job he’d started all those years ago? She honestly didn’t look treacherous—she looked gorgeous and real, and down to earth.

  She’d put down her coffee cup and sat curled up in the chair, hugging her knees to her chest, nibbling on that succulent lower lip, obviously deep in thought. Then she glanced up at him.

  “So, now I’ve told you what you wanted to know, will you give me those pictures?”

  “No.”

  A scowl flashed across her face, and she jumped up and paced the room in frustration. She came to a halt in front of him hands on her hips, and Luc almost smiled.

  “How do I even know they exist?” she asked, staring at him through narrowed eyes. “You could be making this up.”

  He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a photo. “I like to keep this one with me. It raises all sorts of…” He stared into her eyes, his lips curling into a slight smile. “Fond memories.”

  …

  Lia slowly took the picture from his outstretched hand. She had to force herself to look down and then wished with all her heart she hadn’t pushed it, had taken his word. At first glance, she didn’t recognize herself, but it was definitely her. Naked from the waist up, with a man’s dark head against her breast, and her hands burrowed in his hair, holding him to her. But even worse was the expression on her face. She would never forget that look. If this picture became public, she could kiss her sponsorship deal good-bye.

  She closed her eyes. When she opened them, he was staring at her, that slight smile still on his lips. Reaching out, he took the photo from her limp fingers and studied it.

  “Tell me, Lia,” he said, “did that feel as good as it looks?”

  In all her life, she had never wanted to physically attack someone—until now. “What is it you want from me?”

  “I want to help you find your father.”

  Lia snorted in disbelief. “How freaking noble of you. But why do I find it hard to believe that you’re doing all this for me?” She stared at him through narrowed eyes. “I don’t trust you. What are you really? Some kind of mob guy? Exactly how did you know my father?”

  Luc regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. “My father worked for yours, and I did a few jobs for Jimmy before I…” he paused as if about to say something then changed his mind. “Before I started my own business.”

  “And what is your business?”

  “Oh, I buy and sell things. Lia, you’ll be coming to stay with me in London for a while. Organize it.”

  “What? Stay with you? I don’t think so. I have a life here, a job, things I need to do. ”

  He ignored her. “I have an apartment. It’s big enough for both of us. We hardly even need to see each other. And Lia,” he added almost gently, “it doesn’t really matter what you want. Besides, it will be safer.”

  Her brows drew together. “Safer? Why do I need to be safe?”

  “You said yourself, you didn’t know your father well, but why do you think he’s stayed away all this time?”

  Actually, she didn’t know; she’d never really considered his reasons, just presumed that maybe he’d gotten bored with his family, taken the money, and run. Was Luc suggesting that somebody was after her father, might use her to get to him? That her father was some sort of mob guy? Like Luc. What the hell was going on?

  When she didn’t answer, Luc lounged back against the wall, arms folded across his broad chest. “Besides, I have a few ideas for flushing out your father, and they include us appearing close.”

  “What ideas? And how close are you talking?” she asked. It was clear from his behavior that he really disliked her, and had no more interest in her that way. Why should that make her feel strangely deflated?

  A tentative knock sounded at the door, and Lia glanced up. It was one of the stable girls.

  “Lia?” She peered into the room, her eyes flickering nervously from Lia to Luc. “Your ten o’clock lesson is here.”

  Lia nodded, and the girl hurried away.

  “You teach horseback riding?” Luc asked her.

  “Yes. Look, I’ve got to go. I need to get changed. I’ll call you, okay?”

  Not waiting for an answer, she hurried into the bathroom. She took her time changing into the cream jodhpurs and white shirt she wore for teaching, pulling on black knee-high boots. Hopefully, he’d be long gone. But when she reopened the door, he was standing in the same spot.

  “You’re still here?”

  He didn’t answer her rhetorical question, just stared at her, as his hot, hungry gaze drifted down over her body. “Madre del dio.”

  “What?” she snapped.

  “I like your outfit.”

  He was watching her, an intent expression on his face, almost predatory, and Lia had a sudden urge to run. Her instincts were screaming danger, but her body refused to move as he strolled over to where she stood, halting a mere foot away. His eyes were no longer cold, they were smoldering, and it occurred to her that she had been wrong; he might not be pleased about it, but he was definitely still interested.

  “Lia,” he murmured, before reaching out to drag her toward him until the heat of his long body burned into hers. His mouth came down and she melted against him, opening her mouth to the slide of his tongue, letting him fill her with the hot, wet heat of him. One hard hand slid down the length of her back, cupping her bottom, pulling her against the rigid length of his rapidly hardening erection. Heat flooded her, turning her insides molten and her nipples to hard, painful nubs. She wanted nothing more than to forget everything, let him take her clothes off, lie naked with him.

  Her mind jerked to an abrupt halt. Naked? With him? No way! Wasn’t this the man who minutes earlier had threatened to blackmail her? How could she let him kiss her? Touch her?

  Dragging herself out of his arms, she took a step back. “I don’t want this.”

  “But I do.”

  “And what will you do if I say no?” Lia didn’t try to keep the bitterness out of her voice. “Threaten to publish those pictures again?”

  He studied her, his lips pursed; he picked up his glasses and slid them on, once again hiding his expression. “You’ve got two days. I’ll be in touch.”

  Chapter Seven

  “Mike, why don’t you go and play outside for a while?”

  Mike didn’t argue, and that worried her—he’d been very subdued since their mother’s death. It wasn’t unexpected, but that didn’t stop her worrying. The door slammed shut behind him, and Lia stared at it.

  “He’ll be okay,” Sally said. “He just needs time.” She left the dishes in the sink, wiped her hands, and came and sat next to Lia. “So, what do you want to talk about that you don’t want Mike to hear?”

  “Have you ever heard of a man called Luc Severino?”

  “No.”

  Lia had been doing her best to forget that Luc even existed, but that was impossible. Even though the guy could be a real jerk, he made her feel things, things she’d never known she could feel. Now, her time was up, and she’d spent all day on edge, expecting him to show at any moment.

  So far, nothing. No Luc. No blackmail. No nothing.

  Maybe he’d forgotten all about her, but instinct told her she wouldn’t be that lucky. Then during supper, it had occurred to her that maybe Sally might know something about him, something that might help her work out what he really wanted. “My mother never mentioned him? It would have had to do with my father.”

  Sally’s face took on that closed expression she always adopted when Lia’s father was mentioned. “You know your mother never spoke to me about him. She knew I wouldn’t liste
n.”

  “But you’ve been with us forever, Sally, you must know something.”

  Sally had worked for them since Lia was a baby, and had moved in five years ago after her husband’s death. Now she stayed with them by choice, and was part of the family rather than an employee.

  “I know your mother was better off without him. I was glad when he went, but she would never listen to me.” Sally sighed. “I know you think you need to find him. Make him pay back the money from the house. But what makes you think he’ll go along with that plan even if you do find him? He may just laugh in your face. Forget him, Lia.”

  “I’m going to. Pete’s offered to buy the piece of land that runs next to his. It will solve our problems, at least for the moment.”

  “That’s great. So if you don’t need to find your father, why the questions about this Luc Severino?”

  Lia pursed her lips and did her best to look innocent. “No reason. I heard the name, that’s all.”

  After Luc had gone, she’d thought long and hard. He was using the threat of those pictures to blackmail her. But into doing what? What did he really want?

  With the threat of losing her home gone, she wanted to forget all about her father; instead, Luc was forcing her to continue the search. And she hated to be forced.

  If he did turn up, she was going to appeal to his better nature, tell him that she didn’t want to find her father anymore. And Luc would go away, and she need never see him again or think of him again.

  Yeah, right. She snorted. Just how likely was that to happen? Not a night had gone by that he hadn’t come to her in her sleep, and that was what was bothering her the most—she hated him for what he was doing, but part of her couldn’t forget how he had made her feel.

  Outside, the dog started barking. Mike poked his head around the door. “Lia, there’s a man here to see you.”

  Lia’s hand tightened around her mug of coffee; her heart sank. “There is?”

  “Yeah, and he’s got the coolest car.” Mike didn’t wait for an answer, just disappeared again.

  “Shit,” Lia muttered.

  “Lia!”

  “Sorry—horse manure.”

  Sally smiled. “You want me to go?”