Purchased By The Billionaire

‘Let’s make the most of the few hours before dawn, hmm?’

For a brief few seconds her eyes held uncertainty, followed by a degree of wariness.

‘To sleep,’ he added with a tinge of amusement before settling onto his back, and he proceeded to do just that within a very short period of time.

Much to her relief.

Or, so she told herself as she deliberately banished the slow-curling desire insidiously invading her body.

CHAPTER THREE

KAYLA came awake to morning sunshine filtering through the curtains and the knowledge that she was alone in the vast bed.

A quick glance at the time, and she hit the floor running.

The hospital…She’d promised Jacob she’d be there before he went in for surgery. Forget breakfast, she decided as she took care of bathroom necessities…she’d grab something later.

Clothes…jeans, a singlet top, jacket. Hair caught into a practised knot and secured with a large clip, minimal make-up, lipstick…and she emerged into the bedroom to see Duardo in the process of adjusting his tie.

Well-groomed, attired in impeccable tailoring, he looked every inch the executive entrepreneur. And far too ruggedly attractive for any woman’s peace of mind.

Especially hers.

‘You should have woken me.’ The words were almost an accusation.

‘What happened to good morning?’ His New-York-accented drawl held indolent amusement, and she threw him a heated glance.

‘Thanks to you, I’m going to be late.’

‘Maria has breakfast ready for you.’

‘I don’t—’

‘I’ve already phoned the hospital. Jacob won’t be transferred down to Theatre until nine.’

‘—have time to eat,’ she concluded.

‘Yes, you will.’ He subjected her to a raking appraisal, noting the fine bone structure, a slenderness that was almost too lean. How many meals had she missed in the past? ‘Spence will drive you there.’

She opened her mouth to protest, then closed it again.

His expression remained unchanged. ‘It’s his job description.’ Only part of it. He extracted a cellphone from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. ‘Yours. The essential numbers are already programmed in on speed-dial.’

Kayla thrust it into her shoulder bag, and looked in silent askance as he withdrew a sheaf of papers.

‘Your signature is required on the marriage-licence application.’

Duardo handed her a pen, indicated where she should sign, then handed her a legal document. ‘A copy of the pre-nuptial agreement for you to read. You have an appointment with my lawyer at midday to sign the original.’

Oh, my. She felt her stomach twist into a painful knot. All legalities taken care of. Somehow she didn’t feel inclined to thank him.

Calm, she had to remain calm. ‘I imagine you’ve arranged a date for this marriage?’

‘Tomorrow. A Celebrant will conduct the ceremony here at the house.’

‘Tomorrow.’ She swallowed the sudden lump that had formed in her throat.

He withdrew his wallet, extracted several notes and handed them to her. ‘I’ll organize a bank account and charge-card in your name this morning. Spence will ensure you tend to the necessary paperwork.’

‘You’re not afraid I might abscond?’ The query emerged with more flippancy than she intended, and his gaze narrowed fractionally.

‘Be warned, you wouldn’t get far.’

A chill settled deep in her bones. ‘I made a deal,’ she voiced quietly. ‘There’s too much at stake for me not to honour it.’

Duardo collected his briefcase in one hand and picked up his laptop. ‘I’ll see you tonight.’

‘Late,’ Kayla qualified, and at his raised eyebrow she added in explanation, ‘Jacob. Hospital.’

‘Spence will drop you there this afternoon.’

‘I can use public transport.’

‘But you won’t.’ There was an underlying hint of steel apparent, which she chose to ignore.

‘Why not?’ Besides, she wanted some degree of independence.

His eyes seared hers. ‘You want to draw battle lines?’

Her head tilted a little as she held his gaze. ‘Yes.’

‘We’ll discuss issues over dinner.’

‘Let’s do that.’ Without a further word she made her way downstairs, aware he descended them at her side, and she didn’t so much as spare him a glance as they reached the foyer and went in different directions.

Kayla found the informal dining room, and greeted the hovering Maria with a smile.

Orange juice, coffee, cereal, fruit, eggs benedict…it was a veritable feast. Her appetite, which had taken a dive, was sufficiently tempted to have a little of each.

For years, breakfast had been a gulp-and-go affair as she inevitably raced to meet the train. To sit down and savour food without the immediate need to rush proved something of a rarity.

Spence appeared as she drained the last of her coffee, and she grabbed her bag and followed him out to the four-wheel-drive.

They struck peak-hour traffic, which slowed their progress down, and although she had a host of questions, she asked only one. ‘Did you know Duardo in New York?’

An easy smile parted his mouth. ‘For a number of years. When I expressed a desire to move to Australia, he suggested I take care of security for him.’

Had they worked the streets together and kept one step ahead of the law? Moved on and up by the skin of their teeth and sheer luck before exchanging the shady deals for legitimate ones? Taking risks no sensible person would touch, gambling both life and limb in the driven desire to succeed?