Seduced by the Billionaire: The Complete Collection

by Lee, Nadia

  “A managing director from my office,” she said.

  “Do you often share a room on business?”

  She snorted. “No. Besides, Dan’s got about as much interest in women as I do in astrophysics.”

  Ethan raised an eyebrow.

  “None,” she clarified.

  “Well, I didn’t want to assume. You could be a closet Stephen Hawking or something.”

  “Ha. I can barely remember Newton’s Three Laws. Anyway, I’m sure you’re busy. Thanks for taking the time to come get me.”

  “Oh no. I’m supposed to make sure you’re settled in.”

  “It’s really not necessary.”

  “Actually, it really is.”

  Kerri stopped arguing. The determined look in his eyes said he’d do as he pleased. He’d leave faster if she just went along for the moment.

  The elevator ride to the suite seemed interminable. His subtle cologne was stronger in the close quarters, and her skin prickled with hypersensitivity. She could feel his gaze on her, speculative with unfathomable intent. She licked her lips as the elevator opened with a chime.

  What did Ethan want? Surely he didn’t think he really needed to help her find her suite. It wasn’t like she’d get lost.

  She turned around to face him in front of her room. “Again, thank you, Ethan.”

  “My pleasure. Just so you know, Natalie’s been delayed in Italy, so she won’t be back until the day after tomorrow.” He pulled out a business card and jotted something on the back. “My cell, in case you need anything. And I’m leaving the BMW for you. Impossible to get around here without a car.”

  “I can just get a ren—”

  He kissed her. Nothing passionate, nothing demanding. He didn’t even try to press his tongue past her lips. It was just a peck, but somehow it was enough to make her tremble with unfulfilled longing.

  Her knees weakened. She leaned against the door. What was it about this man that made her lose all her common sense and control?

  “See you in a bit, Kerri.” He walked away with a careless wave. “I’ll pick you up for dinner later in the evening. Say seven?”

  It wasn’t even a question from the way he spoke. He acted as though she’d acquiesced.

  And from the way half-dread, half-anticipation flooded her, she knew she had.

  * * *

  Ethan applied more pressure on the gas, driving a bit faster than usual. The Aston Martin sped away from the hotel.

  Despite his pleasure at this unexpected second chance with a woman he’d thought he’d never see again, a small bit of disappointment permeated his mood. Jacqueline Wilson had never existed. No. It was Kerri Wilson. No wonder he hadn’t been able to find her. But why had she lied about her name?

  He remembered her, the violinist from a quartet at a friend’s baby christening party. Her hair had been strawberry blonde then, her eyes full of an odd envy and sorrow as she’d looked at the infant boy surrounded by happy attendees.

  And she’d slept with him—her body incredibly willing and responsive—then walked out in the middle of the night while he slumbered in post-coital bliss. Just disappeared, like fog before the sun.

  His instincts had screamed at him to go after her, but circumstances had conspired against him. There was a month-long business trip, scheduled almost a year in advance, unbreakable…but she wasn’t going anywhere, he’d reassured himself. He’d even given her his number via a friend, certain she’d contact him once she’d had a chance to think things through.

  “She’ll call you back,” his friend had said, rather smugly, a few days later over the phone. “I made sure.”

  “How’d you manage that?”

  “Told her you were loaded, of course. The girl works like crazy. Her coworkers say she doesn’t ever go out, always scrimping for money. Sounds like she could use a sugar daddy.”

  Ethan had cringed. If she called, he’d always wonder if it was for the possibility of landing a rich boyfriend. If she didn’t… Maybe his friend’s insinuation had insulted her. If he’d been in her shoes, he would’ve been furious.

  Either way, he was screwed.

  To his mingled disappointment and relief, she hadn’t called.

  If his old college buddy Frank hadn’t been such an idiot, would things have been different?

  When he’d returned from his trip and tried to look her up, she’d disappeared. Graduated from college and left town—no forwarding address, no number, no email. And no one knew where she’d gone. What could’ve evolved into a relationship became just a one-night stand, and the sense of loss was surprisingly sharp. Ethan had hated the feeling of powerlessness, but he’d accepted it as a lost cause and never expected to see her again.

  No, that wasn’t entirely true. He had accepted the situation partly because he was afraid of repeating the mistake he’d made with Lisa. That had cost him a great deal and brought an enormous amount of pain and trouble to his family. It would have been selfish of him to move heaven and earth to find a woman who could be another Lisa.

  “Don’t get involved with anyone who seems even remotely broken. You can’t fix them, and they don’t want to be fixed,” his brother Gavin had said.

  Ethan’s mouth twisted at the irony of having Jacq—Kerri—walk up to him at the airport after all this time.

  Now she sported a chic black bob, and her gaze no longer held any shadows. Maybe the years had been good to her. Time healing all wounds and stuff.

  Or maybe she’d just gotten better at hiding her pain.

  He’d made a snap decision to not talk about the past. What had happened was over and done with. Nothing could change that, and there was no point in wondering about what-ifs.

  What they had was the present, and Kerri was too dangerous for his equilibrium. Kerri with her soul-sucking eyes, sassy tone and a body that deserved to be admired and worshiped in every way. And there was the whole Natalie thing. He’d already messed up with Natalie once, in a fairly big way, and didn’t want to complicate things by going after her best friend. That should make Kerri off-limits.

  His fingers drummed the steering wheel.

  Should.

  But he couldn’t ignore the undeniable fascination he felt. He hadn’t been able to forget her after all these years. The impact she had on him was just as powerful as it had been at their first meeting. His body still throbbed when she was near, and her feminine scent lingered in his mind.

  He wanted to start over with Kerri, see how far their attraction would take them. And this time she wouldn’t be able to just walk away on a whim.

  Chapter Two

  KERRI DUMPED HER LUGGAGE and purse next to the four big bags from Hong Kong and sent Natalie a short text message: Checked in. Thanks for the upgrade.

  She glanced over the brochures about the hotel amenities, local sites and so on, ignoring her suitcases for the moment. It was a ritual so she would know what to do to stay occupied when she had some free time.

  She sighed and rubbed her temples. Before, the ritual had usually been pointless. Now, all she had was free time.

  Her gaze drifted to the small fridge. Too bad she couldn’t raid it. She could use a stiff drink, but her liver was shot. It was unfair—she’d never had more than two or three drinks a night. Genetics, however, were hard to outflank. Her father’s side of the family could drink like fish, but bad livers ran on her mother’s side, and in this case, Kerri’s DNA came from the shallow end of the gene pool. Her doctor had been adamant that she give up all drinking, or else get ready to put her name on a transplant waitlist and hope for the best. She chose the former. Even Barron, with all his influence, had waited close to four years for a new liver, and she doubted she could do any better.

  A minute later her phone beeped. Natalie.

  No prob. Ethan got you?

  Yes. Shouldn’t you be asleep in your new darling hubby’s arms?

  The Skype app rang.

  “Why are you up?” Kerri said as soon as the video chat started. S
he put aside the room service menu and grinned at the image of her best friend—long glossy black hair, pale skin and pretty dark brown eyes.

  “Oh my god, your hair!”

  Kerri put her hand on the wig. She’d forgotten about it.

  “You look so…severe. Are you trying to scare the new analysts?”

  “It’s a wig.” She pulled it off. “Ta-da! Just trying a new style.” No point in telling Natalie about the irritating PIs. “Anyway, good to see you!”

  “Good to see you, too. I was wondering when you’d get in.”

  “Flight delay. What can you do?”

  “Ugh. I should’ve checked.” Natalie sighed, then frowned. “Hey, did you lose weight?”

  “No,” Kerri lied. She’d lost weight in the last few weeks because of a loss of appetite. The bad liver apparently had that particular side-effect, the only thing she could consider positive. “It’s probably the lighting.” She studied the screen. “Are you in a bathroom?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Seriously? You’re calling from a toilet?”

  “Best place for privacy.”

  “I can’t believe you!”

  “Excuse me, I’m not using it.” Natalie propped her chin in her hand. “So, what do you think about him?”

  “Who?” Kerri asked, stalling.

  “Ethan.”

  “Definitely not my type.” Liar, her body said.

  A well-shaped black brow arched. “If he’s not your type, what is your type?”

  “Tall—”

  “Check.”

  “—dark—”

  “Make an exception. Or give him that wig.”

  “—and manageable.”

  Natalie choked. “You’re not screening for an associate.”

  “No, but unfortunately that’s the most important quality.”

  “Manageable men are so…” —Natalie made a face, rolling her wrist in a familiar gesture as she flipped through her mental dictionary— “tedious.”

  “Only later on. The newness works to their advantage in the beginning. So all you have to do is keep getting new ones.”

  “What would you do with a manageable man? Make him lie down and roll over? Sit up and beg?”

  “Manageable, not trainable. Although I’ve heard that having a guy sit up and beg can be kind of hot.”

  Natalie laughed. “Oh my god, everyone was right. Kerri Heart-Crusher. You want a man who’ll never ever argue with you or try to compete with The Career for your time or affection.”

  “Whatever. That’s such a sexist attitude. No one would say anything like that about any of the guys at the office.” But she wasn’t inclined to really argue the point. People always saw what they wanted to see, and if her coworkers thought her cold and cruel for putting work over romance, more power to them. “Besides, I kind of get the impression that Ethan’s heart is pretty resilient.” She went to the king-size bed and plopped herself down on it. “He doesn’t strike me as the type to sit around pining for his One True Love.”

  “No, he’s far too practical for that. One reason why I thought he’d be good for you.”

  “Seriously? Hey, what happened to your romanticism? You don’t think I deserve a soul mate anymore?”

  “Sure, when you’re ready.”

  Kerri doubted she’d ever find this “soul mate.” She was a realist and didn’t have time for self-deception, no matter how much her heart might ache at the thought. Besides, to get a soul mate she’d have to put herself out there. She didn’t have the energy for that sort of thing.

  “In the meantime, hey…” Natalie winked. “And just in case you’re wondering, he’s really rich, too. So you can make him pay for everything.”

  “Is he the blond twin of your newly acquired husband?”

  “No. He works for him.”

  “Oh?” Ethan didn’t strike her as the “work for someone else” type. “He’s like a minion?”

  Natalie chortled. “Hardly. But I thought the same thing at first, until I saw how much Alex depends on him. I’d say Ethan’s got more power than anybody else at Global Strategies. Alex treats him more like an equal partner than an employee, no matter what the job title is.”

  Bet he was working for Alex because that was what he wanted to do, not because he lacked other options. Interesting.

  “Seriously Kerri, I think he’d be good for you.”

  Kerri sighed, half-amused and half-exasperated. No matter what Natalie said, she knew what was going on. Her friend had decided to play matchmaker. Natalie was smart enough to know Kerri wasn’t looking for anything long-term, so she was aiming for something short-term and fun. Kerri had lots of experience deflecting such attempts, and could deal with Natalie’s rather unsubtle try, but she wished Natalie hadn’t chosen Ethan. He was way too dangerous. Not in an abusive way or anything, but the kind of damage a man like him could do to a woman’s heart could be devastating. Like, no recovery devastating.

  Natalie’s expression grew serious. “Hey, I heard about what happened. I can’t believe you fainted.”

  “Oh, it wasn’t really anything. Just a spell of tiredness.”

  “Twice that I heard of.”

  “Okay, which one of the associates opened his big mouth?”

  “Not gonna give up my source. But I still have friends and contacts in Hong Kong who feed me the latest gossip.”

  Kerri huffed. Natalie had friends alright, lots and lots of them. Everyone knew about her father—a retired U.S. senator—and members of the ambitious set considered it an excellent investment in their future to be on friendly terms with someone so well-connected. Of course most of them didn’t know that she wasn’t all that close to her family. Or at least, hadn’t been until recently. Becoming Mrs. Billionaire tended to reshuffle a lot of things, including family dynamics.

  “Have there been other times?”

  “What other times?”

  “Kerri! What have we been talking about? Your fainting.”

  “No.”

  “You got it checked out though, right?”

  Kerri sighed. “Yes, Mother.”

  “Hey, I was worried. You’re not exactly the fainting type.”

  “I just forgot breakfast and had low blood sugar a couple of times. That’s all.” Not the full truth, but close enough. She hated fudging with Natalie, but her crappy health wasn’t something she wanted to discuss. She hadn’t flown out to the States to bemoan her horrible cholesterol or half-dead liver or the years of damage the stress from her life as an investment banker had inflicted on her. But she couldn’t really blame her job for all of it. Most of the stress had come from her family. Harried as she’d been at work, it was the job that had kept her sane.

  And now she didn’t have that job anymore. Damn Barron. After eleven years, why the need to see her all of a sudden? It wasn’t like they ever had a warm, lovely time together.

  But there was no way she would’ve been able to continue at Goldreich Stanley. Not after he’d marched through its expensive lobby like a ram, mindlessly homing in on his target—her.

  Barron Sterling always got what he wanted. It was his right as one of the richest men in history, a man who was on a first-name basis with every top politician and kingmaker in the world.

  “You’re not even thirty. Skipping breakfast shouldn’t make anybody faint,” Natalie said stubbornly.

  “It was on top of a really light dinner the day before. But since you sicced Ethan on me I’m sure I won’t be able to escape with a salad tonight.” Kerri narrowed her eyes accusingly. “He said he’d pick me up for dinner.”

  “Good. I asked him to sort of watch over you and keep you amused.”

  “Amused, huh?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why him?”

  “Because despite what you said, he’s exactly your type. When you say ‘manageable,’ what you really mean is somebody you can get rid of easily when you’re through. He’s not clingy or emotional. Alex told me he’s never seen Ethan with
the same woman for more than a year. And most importantly, you’ll be less likely to call in to check up on things at the office if you have someone to distract you.”

  “I’m sure Global Strategies’ second-in-command has better things to do than babysit. But all right.” Kerri raised her right hand. “I solemnly swear I will not call the office to check up on things. Even if I don’t have some man hovering over me.” She didn’t have an office to call, of course, but she didn’t want to talk about that with Natalie right now. They could do the whole info-dump face-to-face after her honeymoon.

  Natalie shook her head. “The problem is I don’t believe you.”

  Kerri sighed again, putting a little extra oomph into it this time. Still, she had no one to blame but herself for Natalie’s lack of faith. Kerri couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a vacation free of a conference call or some other corporate task. “Seriously, Ethan’s too…something.”

  “What the heck are you talking about?”

  “He’s too intense. Too charismatic. Too distracting and unnerving and—”

  “He’s handsome and tall and fantastically popular among women, and he’s not too whatever. Just relax and enjoy him while you can.”

  “Only ’til you’re back in the States. The day after tomorrow, right?”

  She nodded. “We should totally do something fun.”

  “Absolutely.”

  “You don’t have to go back for at least a week or so, right?”

  “Nope.” I don’t have to go back for, like, forever.

  “Good. See you soon.”

  Chapter Three

  KERRI TOOK A SHORT NAP and then started rummaging through her bags, getting increasingly antsy. What was she supposed to wear for dinner? Nothing seemed exactly right, and Ethan hadn’t said a word about what kind of restaurant they were going to.

  Good lord. She couldn’t believe she’d gotten herself roped into what was starting to feel like a real date. Both Ethan and Natalie had made it sound like he was just “amusing” her for a couple of days, but Kerri couldn’t shake the feeling that it was turning out to be more, at least as far as Ethan was concerned.