The Millionaire And The Glass Slipper

He hadn’t wanted her digging around for information on him in India. He had no idea if his name had appeared in any of the business newspapers in New Delhi lately or what the translations would say if it had. There were employees in the company paid to keep track of any mention of HuntCom or those connected with it, but that wasn’t the sort of thing he stayed on top of himself.

He also hadn’t wanted to supply them with pictures of his former projects, all of which could be identified as HuntCom properties. But that had been easier to finesse. He’d simply told the truth; that the properties were designed under the name of the partnership he would soon be leaving. While the designs were his, they were owned by the partnership and he wasn’t at liberty to use the images on his own.

Candace’s people weren’t happy about not having art. But then, he figured they were even. He wasn’t too happy with the reason he’d had to come to them in the first place.

The reminder of why he was being forced to have a fallback company also reminded him he was losing time in his pursuit of a wife.

“I’m staying until tomorrow,” he finally told her, switching gears from Plan B. A muscle in his jaw jerked. He wasn’t at all comfortable with the subterfuge he was being forced to employ. “I have some other business I need to take care of here, so signing tomorrow works fine. If you’re free tonight, I’ll buy you a drink to toast the new campaign. If you’re available I could meet you about seven.”

She didn’t hesitate. Tipping her head, she smiled. “Seven will be perfect.”

“Can you suggest a place?”

“Where are you staying?”

He told her he was staying at The Benson, and caught the immediate, approving lift of her eyebrows at his choice of accommodations. He’d stayed at the beautiful old hotel with its venerable architecture and refined service the last time he’d been there. In one of their penthouses.

His accommodations weren’t quite as spacious now, though. When he’d checked in before, he hadn’t been thinking about the Bride Hunt or the rule about the prospective woman not knowing he had money. This time, he was in a decidedly more modest junior suite. Just in case he invited Candace up.