The Billionaire's Paradise (Sexy Billionaires)By: Victoria Davies
For the life of her, she didn’t know why that night had been different. Hayden was handsome, she’d have to be dead not to notice, but through all their previous engagements while working on his hotels, she’d never felt a flutter of need.
Until the Christmas gala, when he’d appeared behind her. He’d touched her elbow, a simple brush of skin to skin, and she’d turned.
There’d been a look in his eyes. One that even now caused her breath to catch at the memory. He’d stared at her as if she were the only woman in the room. And better yet, the only woman he wanted to strip down and do wicked things to all night long.
It had been years since anyone had wanted her like that.
Maybe it’d been the champagne bubbling through her veins or the glittering decor of twinkling lights and Christmas snowflakes, but her better judgment had fled.
When his hand had slid across her lower back to guide her onto the dance floor, she’d been lost.
“Dammit,” she sighed, pushing herself up. It had been one night. Nothing more. Fantasy wasn’t supposed to cross over into reality. It wasn’t supposed to pursue her around the world.
He’d sent her texts, made offers to continue their liaison, and she’d turned him down cold. Hayden was not the sort of man to put extra effort into any romance he was ever involved in.
So why did he follow me here?
She couldn’t deny the secret thrill that shot through her, knowing that anyone had cared enough to chase her across an ocean. And therein lay the danger. Hayden was the master of extravagant and grand gestures, but if she weakened, he’d have her flat on her back on the nearest bed before she could blink, and would be gone from her life by the time the sheets cooled.
As if you’d need a bed, her mind whispered. He did a pretty good job that time up against the wall.
Shooting to her feet, she shook her head as if she could shake away the thoughts. “Focus on the job,” she told herself. “Do the work and get on a plane. How hard is it to keep your legs closed?” This was supposed to have been some fun in the sun while she helped out a struggling hotel. Her island paradise was getting more complicated by the minute.
Running a hand over her face, she glanced at her watch. The sun would be setting soon, and she’d be damned if she’d miss her first island sunset just to avoid the possibility of running into Hayden.
She crossed before the full-length mirror on her closet door and stopped. Heels had no place on the beach. Smoothing a hand over her jacket, she shook her head. It was the evening. She was off the clock and business clothes would only get ruined sitting in the sand.
Pulling open her closet, she sorted through her clothes before landing on a flowing sundress that was perfect for the warm weather.
In minutes she’d transformed from professional fixer to relaxed tourist. Pulling the clip from her hair, she let her brown curls bounce free around her shoulders. Twirling before the mirror, she smiled at her reflection.
Hayden won’t even recognize me.
The thought chased the smile from her lips. It didn’t matter what he thought of her outfit. She was comfortable and beach appropriate. End of story.
Slipping her feet into a pair of sandals, she grabbed her keycard and headed next door to Karen’s room.
Her assistant answered on the second knock.
“Want to check out the sunset?” Avery asked.
“I’ll watch it from my balcony,” she replied. “Then I think I’m headed for an early evening. Besides, I don’t want to cramp your date.”
She winced. “It’s not a date.”
“No client is ever interested in findings this early. Day one is just for getting situated and meeting people. Nothing about your drink date is job related.”
“Maybe he’s turning over a new leaf and is suddenly fascinated by the exciting world of hotel consulting.”
Right. Not even I believe that excuse.
Karen snorted. “Or maybe you should just revel in the fact that a handsome man flew halfway around the world for a second date with you. Seriously, you must be a goddess in the sack. I want pointers.”
She wacked her friend. “I’m not interested in Hayden.”
“Then head for the nearest hospital because something is seriously wrong with you.”