The Billionaire's Fake Engagement by Robyn Grady

Author:Robyn Grady [Grady, Robyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Sep 2009, Category
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2009-08-06T23:00:00+00:00

When Natalie woke the next day her mind was clear and her body felt gloriously refreshed. Moving against the warm soft bedding, she took her sweet time opening her eyes.The earliest mists of sunlight were slanting in through an opening in some curtains.

She rubbed her eyes and got her bearings.

Not her bedroom. Not Alexander’s, either. Rather she was reclined in the Quinton’s home theatre room. Last night he’d left saying he would return soon, but she must’ve dozed off.

Stirring more, she angled her head.

On the far chaise lounge, a quiet figure sat in the patchy light…a darkly attractive man, one elbow resting on the chaise arm, his curled knuckles supporting his strong shadowed jaw. He held something, was studying it intently. A small disc that he flipped over his fingers much like a gambler might flip a chip. He manoeuvred the—was it some kind of coin?—across and under his fingers, concentrating as if the action might reveal the secret that would unlock the mysteries of the world.

The flipping stopped.

As his head turned, a lock of blackest hair fell over his brow and Natalie’s heartbeat skipped. His smile was soft, unreservedly masculine and at the same time sinfully beautiful.

He swung his legs onto the floor. “You’re awake.”

His chest was bare while Levi’s hung like a dream on his lean hips. The button was left undone and as he strolled over she fought to keep her gaze from travelling down the arrow of crisp dark hair visible below his navel. Stopping before her, he rushed a hand through that fallen lock of hair and her stomach gave a pleasant twist.

He couldn’t know how sexy he was. How his every movement made her skin heat and heart beat a little faster.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked in a deep husky voice that resonated through to her bones.

She stretched. Smiled. “I feel as if I’ve slept a hundred years.”

“When I came back from my call, I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”

Despite her dilemma, she thought of that bedroom, of the blissful hours they’d spent beneath its sheets, and she only wanted to have him lift her in his arms again and kidnap her upstairs.

Wondering if her thoughts showed—in a way wishing they did—she inwardly sighed and straightened more. “Did you sleep down here, too?”

“A little.”

He looked refreshed enough. Smelled fresh, too. But she guessed he’d had a shower and hadn’t slept at all. That he’d spent the quiet hours of the night working the previous days’ events over in his mind.

The piece in his hand caught the light and she tilted her head, trying to gain a better look. “What’s that?”

“A family heirloom, believe it or not.”

He opened his palm and revealed a worn coin with some sort of emblem on its uneven surface. “It looks ancient.”

“It’s a Spanish doubloon, minted in the days of Isabella and Ferdinand.”

He made to drop it in her hand but she shrank back, hesitant to touch something so precious. It must be worth a fortune.

“I promise there’s no ghosts attached,” he told her.

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