Tempting The Billionaire (The Sherbrookes of Newport Book 13)

by Christina Tetreault

  Tempting The Billionaire

  The Sherbrookes of Newport

  Christina Tetreault

  Tempting The Billionaire, ©2020 by Christina Tetreault

  Published by Christina Tetreault

  Cover Designer: Amanda Walker

  Editing: Hot Tree Editing

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  Digital ISBN: 978-1-7329429-6-7

  Print ISBN: 978-1-7329429-7-4

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Books By Christina

  About the Author

  One

  Early December

  Sliding open the glass doors, Courtney stepped outside, closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath of fresh air. Nothing else in the world smelled like the air in Hawaii, and she should know, considering all the places she’d visited. For a few minutes, she stood there with her eyes closed and let the sun warm her face while the sound of the ocean washed over her.

  Paradise. There really was no other word for the island. How could you call it anything else? The temperature never dipped too low, unlike in Boston where the whopping temperature this morning when she stepped on the plane was twenty-eight degrees. At the same time, the island rarely saw temps go higher than ninety. As if the wonderful weather wasn’t enough, Hawaii had gorgeous beaches and water perfect for swimming and surfing.

  Yep, as much as she loved New England and its four seasons, she adored Hawaii. It was by far her favorite place to retreat to when she wanted to get away. Actually, more than once she’d considered moving out here permanently. Each time, though, the fact that such a move would take her so far away from her family stopped her. Instead, she settled for owning a suite at the Sherbrooke Hawaiian Village Resort and coming whenever she could.

  Unfortunately, the past seven months had been hectic thanks to both family and work obligations, making a visit impossible. For the next two weeks, she planned to soak up as much sunshine as she could before heading back to Providence and diving into her new position at the Helping Hands Foundation while at the same helping with her uncle Warren’s reelection campaign.

  Not that he needed much help. Even though the other party had yet to even hold their primaries, political polls were predicting her uncle would win a second term, a fact that didn’t come at all as a surprise. Throughout his presidency, Uncle Warren had maintained a high approval rating, and since he took office, the economy was doing well. Still, the man was her uncle, and she wanted to help him, so whether or not his campaign needed her, she’d be there.

  The opening to Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture reached her out on the balcony, and Courtney opened her eyes. Glancing inside, she considered letting the call go to voice mail. If it was important, the caller could leave a message, and she’d call them back later. On the other hand, the responsible thing to do would be to take the call now and handle the matter before she did anything else. And if Courtney was anything, it was responsible. Sometimes maybe even a little too responsible, according to her younger sister, Juliette, who often insisted she needed to be more spontaneous and fun loving. Unlike when it came to several of her cousins and sister, those two words never appeared in a sentence alongside the name Courtney Belmont.

  She left the doors open when she stepped back inside and retrieved the cell phone from her purse. She expected the call to be from one of three people: her mom, Juliette, or her best friend, Meg, since they called her the most. A glance at the screen showed it was instead from her cousin Leah.

  “Hey, are you around this upcoming weekend? Gavin and I are heading to Providence. I thought we could get together. I haven’t even seen your new place yet,” Leah greeted.

  While Leah and Gavin called Connecticut home, Gavin’s daughter, Erin, lived in Providence. Rather than waste time driving back and forth, Gavin kept an apartment in the city, and he and Leah usually stayed there when it was his weekend to have Erin.

  “Sorry, no. I’m in Hawaii.” If she was at home, she’d love to spend some time with her cousin. With so much else going on, including her move from Boston to Providence, she had spent little time with any of her cousins. The same was true of her siblings.

  “Did you go straight from the reception to the airport?”

  Leah wasn’t too far off. After her brother Scott’s wedding reception, she’d stayed at her parents’ house before driving into Boston early this morning to catch her flight. “No, I flew out today.”

  “Good timing. It’s supposed to snow again tonight. Hopefully, they’re right this time and we only get two inches.”

  The previous week the meteorologists had predicted they’d get a mere inch or two before the snow changed into rain. They’d been off by about eight inches.

  “Hawaii. Nice choice. I wouldn’t mind being someplace warm right now. When will you be home?” Leah asked.

  “The seventeenth. I want to be there for election night.” There wasn’t a doubt in Courtney’s mind that her cousin Brett would win the special election being held to fill the vacant Senate seat on December 19, and she wanted to be there to congratulate him when he did.

  “Can you believe my brother still refuses to admit he’s going to win? Every poll has him ahead of Gina Hammond. There is no way he’ll lose.”

  Courtney agreed. However she, like everyone in the family, knew changing Brett’s mind about anything was impossible. So until they counted all the ballots and declared Brett the winner, he’d remain open to the possibility that he might lose.

  “Then I guess we’ll get to say ‘we told you so’ on election night,” Courtney replied before moving the conversation on to something she’d wanted to ask Leah Saturday but couldn’t since Gavin had stayed by her side all day. “Any idea when Gavin will ask you to marry him?”

  Thanks to Gavin’s daughter, Leah knew he’d bought an engagement ring months ago. Despite having it, though, he hadn’t popped the question, and the wait was driving her crazy. In Leah’s shoes, Courtney would be going a little nutty too.

  “No clue.” Leah’s exasperation traveled through the phone. “But I’ve made a decision.”

  Sitting inside and talking on the phone while in Hawaii made about as much sense as wearing a bikini while skiing, so Courtney grabbed a bottled water from the kitchen and headed back onto the balcony. Having a well-stocked kitchen waiting for her thanks to a single phone call was just one of the many perks of owning a suite inside a hotel.

  “If he doesn’t propose before the end of the month, I’m going to ask him to marry me on New Year’s Eve,” Leah explained.

  Cour
tney unscrewed the cap and took a sip as she sat down. “Why wait until then? Do it now.”

  “I.... Honestly, I don’t know. Waiting until the end of the month feels right.”

  Courtney could almost hear her cousin shrugging back on the East Coast.

  “I know it makes no sense. But I’m going to wait and see what happens. If he hasn’t asked by New Year’s Eve, I’ll ask him before the party,” Leah continued, referring to the annual New Year’s Eve bash the Sherbrooke family had been holding every year for decades at Cliff House in Newport.

  Part of her hoped Gavin proposed before the end of the month, because if he’d bought a ring and told his daughter, he obviously wanted to do it. At the same time, she liked the idea of Leah taking control of the situation and asking him. Regardless of which way it happened, Courtney was happy her cousin had such a great man in her life. Considering the creeps she’d dated in the past, Leah deserved to be with someone who adored her. And no question about it, Gavin Kincaid was crazy about Leah.

  “Well, if he asks before I see you, call me.”

  “Don’t worry, I will. Have fun on vacation, and I’ll see you on election night.”

  After ending the call, Courtney remained outside enjoying the view and thinking about how she wanted to spend the next few hours. Did she want to go down to the beach and work on her tan? It’d been a while since she was in the ocean. She could grab her surfboard and head for the waves. Or did she want to take a dip in one of the many hotel pools and then sit in the sun with a fruity umbrella-decorated drink? As much as she loved the beach and the ocean, between her late night on Saturday and her long flight today, she was tired. A relaxing afternoon doing nothing more taxing than lifting a drink and maybe reading a book seemed like a better way to kick off her vacation. Tomorrow she’d grab her surfboard or snorkel and enjoy the ocean.

  While there were certainly downsides to calling a hotel home, in her opinion the perks outweighed them. First, she never needed to worry about employing staff to maintain the grounds or the interior. When she used the suite, the hotel staff took care of vacuuming and making the bed just like they did in the rest of the hotel. Second, she had access to room service and all the other amenities the hotel offered, including a five-star spa and both freshwater and saltwater swimming pools. Really, with so many benefits, unless she moved out here permanently, it made no sense for her to purchase any property.

  Unlike a lot of her friends, when it came to swimwear, Courtney’s middle name was modesty. So after changing into one of the swimsuits she’d bought specifically for this trip, a crimson tankini, she headed up to the rooftop pool armed with everything she needed to spend a few hours in the sun.

  Although not the largest of the pools at the hotel, the one on the rooftop allowed you to swim while looking out over Waikiki Beach and the Pacific Ocean. Besides the pool, there was a hot tub for relaxing. If water wasn’t your thing or you wanted a break from it, there were padded lounge chairs, several small tables, and a full-service bar. After a quick but refreshing lap in the pool, Courtney snagged an empty table since there were no vacant lounge chairs and ordered a Mai Tai, because when it came to tropical drinks with little umbrellas, it didn’t get much better.

  “He really is too yummy for words,” the thirty-something-year-old brunette sitting at the next table over said to her companion. Although Courtney couldn’t place her or the woman who had to be either a sister or cousin based on the resemblance, both of them looked vaguely familiar.

  “Who?” the platinum blonde wearing a bikini that left nothing to the imagination asked.

  Courtney pulled the latest book by one of her favorite mystery writers from her bag and ignored the conversation. Or at least she tried.

  “Scott Belmont,” the brunette replied.

  Courtney pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. She couldn’t deny her older brother was handsome, but to hear the woman describe him as too yummy for words was downright funny.

  “According to the Star Insider website, he got married yesterday,” the brunette continued.

  She mentally groaned. Courtney, like most of her relatives, hated the Star Insider, a popular tabloid television show, because nine times out of ten the stories they reported were pure trash. Even when they got some of the details correct, they embellished them to get a bigger wow factor. If there was a story about Scott on the site now, she didn’t expect it to be any different.

  From the corner of her eye, she saw the woman look back at her smartphone.

  “Scott Belmont, the nephew of President Sherbrooke, married his longtime girlfriend, Paige Foster, Saturday in a small and intimate ceremony surrounded by family and friends,” the brunette read from the popular tabloid website.

  Courtney stifled a laugh when she heard the article describe the ceremony as small and intimate. She couldn’t help herself. Since the guest list had included more than one hundred people, most individuals wouldn’t consider her brother’s wedding an intimate affair. However, considering that the groom was the great-grandson of the late hotel magnate Gabriel Sherbrooke and the grandson of former newspaper giant Thomas Belmont, it had been a small affair with only family and close friends in attendance.

  “Readers might recall the two met last year at a Helping Hands Bachelor auction in Providence where Ms. Foster bid on and won four dates with Mr. Belmont. This marriage marks the eighth Sherbrooke wedding in less than four years.” The woman finished reading the article and set down the device. “I almost went to that fundraiser. If I had, I would have paid anything to win Scott or his cousin.”

  The platinum blonde laughed and reached for her drink. “As if you would’ve been able to win either of them, Kylie. I read somewhere that Paige Foster’s grandfather owns Foster Oil, and the winner of Scott’s cousin bid more than one hundred thousand dollars.”

  Courtney wanted to tell them the article was wrong. While Paige’s grandfather was the owner of Foster Oil, she didn’t rely on any of his money. In fact, she worked as a nurse, and the night of the auction she hadn’t bid on Scott. Her aunt had tugged Paige’s arm in the air when the auctioneer asked if there were any more bids. The same aunt had dished out the money later. But if she set the record straight, people would wonder how she knew, and she’d prefer to stay under the radar and not be recognized as a member of the Sherbrooke family—something she could usually manage since, unlike a lot of her relatives, she didn’t have the signature Sherbrooke blue eyes or light hair. She found avoiding any outrageous behavior helped too.

  “If the foundation holds another auction, Bella, we should go,” Kylie said.

  The event had been such a success that her mom, the current director of the foundation, was considering holding it again. Courtney had mixed feelings about it, and now that she worked for the foundation, she planned to have an in-depth conversation with her mom when she got back.

  “Sounds like a plan. Mom might even—” Bella stopped and pulled her sunglasses off. “Is that J.T. Williamson over there by the bar?”

  As if they had a mind of their own, Courtney’s eyes glanced at the bar, but unlike her neighbor, she kept her sunglasses on. No need to give away that she was staring at the guy if he happened to look this way.

  It wasn’t hard to pick out the man in question. Joshua Thomas Williamson, better known to his fans as J.T., was the epitome of the term Hollywood heartthrob. If a list existed of all the necessary requirements, he’d be able to put a check mark next to all of them. Dark hair? Yep, he had that. Chiseled jaw? Yes. Tall? Courtney estimated he was about 6’0 or 6’1. Broad shoulders? Most definitely. Sexy barely there beard? Check.

  Yep, the guy was the total package, and he knew it. The only people who’d possibly appeared on more tabloid covers than him were two of her cousins before they met and married their wives.

  “Yes, and I think he’s looking this way,” her brunette neighbor answered.

  Kylie, the woman she was still trying to place, was right. J.T. Williamson, perh
aps the biggest playboy in Hollywood, was glancing in their direction. For perhaps the first time, Courtney wished she had on a swimsuit more like her neighbors’, because she’d never catch his attention dressed in her modest tankini, especially with the platinum blonde bombshell at the next table. And even though she never went for the playboy types, man, Courtney wanted to catch the attention of this one for reasons she couldn’t identify.

  “Thanks.” Josh accepted the drink and surveyed the area. There was no shortage of beautiful women on the rooftop this afternoon. He’d come to Hawaii for some rest and relaxation, something he needed now that he’d finished work on his most recent project. While he had perhaps the best job on the planet, even he needed a break sometimes—especially after working with Nicole Sutton for the past six months. Anyone who watched them on screen together would never guess it, but he couldn’t stand Nicole. Thankfully, he’d learned early in his career how to put aside his personal feelings and get the job done. Josh didn’t know how Nicole felt about him, but since she never sought him out when they weren’t working together, he assumed she wasn’t his biggest fan either.

  His eyes passed over a brunette and a platinum blonde. Both were pretty with gorgeous bodies—the type of women he usually spent his time with. Considering the way they were both looking at him, either would be up for a little fun while he was here. Something he wouldn’t object to if the right woman came along, because a person could only surf and swim so much every day.

  Josh put them in the “maybe” category and continued his survey of the guests gathered around the pool. At first, his eyes passed over the occupant at the table next to the blonde. But then, as if attached to a rubber band, they snapped back. Unlike most of the women, including her two neighbors, she wasn’t wearing a barely there bikini. Instead, she had on a modest swimsuit. Her brown hair hung past her shoulders, and she had a sexy librarian look about her. He didn’t usually go for her type. Instead, he went for the platinum blonde with the large breasts spilling out of her top who was smiling at him. He’d always had a thing for large breasts. Today, the sexy librarian had his full attention.