His Forbidden Fiancee

His Forbidden Fiancee
Christie Ridgway

In the years since his identical twin had stolen the family company, Luke had devoted himself to two things: success and revenge. Suddenly, his brother's fiancé, Lauren Conover, appeared and offered Luke the opportunity to achieve both. A simple case of mistaken identity had made Lauren believe Luke was his twin. But in Luke's simple plan for payback, he hadn't counted on wanting to keep Lauren for himself….

His Forbidden Fiancée

Christie Ridgway

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

How Not To Marry

A Millionaire:

1 Drive to his lodge in the middle of the night to break off your engagement.

2 Find yourself stranded at his place with nothing but the wet clothes on your back.

3 Resolve to tell him you’re through right then and there.

4 Lose your nerve.

5 Kiss him.

6 Ask him to make love to you.

7 Hate him for acting like a gentleman.

8 Break off your engagement.

9 Kiss him again.

10 Thank him for forgetting how to be a gentleman….

For Elizabeth Bevarly, Maureen Child,

Susan Crosby, Anna DePalo and Susan Mallery.

Thanks for making this project so much fun!

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Coming Next Month

One

The only thing the first-class-all-the-way log house lacked was a sexy female in the master bedroom’s quilt-covered sleigh bed. Make that a naked sexy female. Blond. Curvy.

Make that lots of curves.

Coat hangers with legs didn’t interest Luke Barton. He liked his women built for pleasure. His pleasure.

“Did you say something, Mr. Barton?”

He started, then tore his gaze from the decadent bed to frown at the caretaker who was showing him through the home that was his for the next month. Had he been talking out loud? Luke shoved his hands in his pockets and tried out a noncommittal smile before trailing the woman toward the adjoining bathroom.

She was attractive enough, he supposed, and somewhere in her twenties as well as sort of blondish, but it wasn’t her who had sparked his imagination. It was that luxurious bed, he decided, glancing back at it over his shoulder. That quilt-covered bed with a mattress wide enough to rival the sizable slice of Lake Tahoe that he could see through the room’s tall windows.

There was a stone fireplace near the bed’s carved footboard with wood neatly laid inside and Luke could imagine the logs burning brightly, licking golden color along the naked, fair flesh of his fantasy woman. He’d follow suit with his tongue, tasting her warm—

“Mr. Barton?”

His attention jolted to the caretaker again and he realized he was standing, frozen, in the middle of the room. “Call me Luke,” he said.

“What?” The caretaker frowned. “We were expecting Matthias Barton this month.”

Perplexed, Luke stared at her for a moment. Matthias?

Oh. Matthias. Matt. That luxurious decadent bed was making him forget everything. It wasn’t often that Luke Barton forgot his bastard of a twin brother, Matt. And it was never that he did his bastard of a brother a favor.

Except for now.

Damn Matt.

When his assistant had called Luke’s assistant he’d wished like hell he could have turned the cheating, thieving SOB down flat. “Your brother has to take care of some unexpected business and he wants to know if you’ll switch months with him,” Elaine had imparted, as if it wasn’t damn strange that identical siblings refused to speak to each other.

But for once, Luke had been unable to refuse his brother’s request.

“I’m sorry. I meant to mention it right away,” Luke told the caretaker. Apparently she hadn’t noticed the cryptic note Nathan left behind had been addressed to him. “Something came up and my brother and I had to trade months.” The ol’ twin switcheroo.