Australian Bachelors: Masterful Magnates: Purchased: His Perfect Wife

It was almost seven when he entered the apartment, and the blood began pulsing heavily in her veins at the sight of him.

He was something else, and she bit back the desire to go to him, wrap her arms round his neck and invite his kiss.

Instead, she took a moment to drink in his compelling facial bone-structure, the firm muscle-tone beneath olive-toned skin, strong cheekbones, piercing dark-grey eyes … and a mouth to die for.

‘Hi.’

He responded in kind. ‘Interesting day?’

‘Great.’ She watched as he dispensed with his jacket, loosened his tie and slid the buttons free from his vest. ‘I made dinner. You’ve time to shower and change, if you want.’

‘Thanks.’ He collected his jacket and hooked it over one shoulder.

Lara checked the table while he was gone, then she crossed into the kitchen and began serving the meal.

Wolfe appeared as she was ready to take the food through to the dining room, and he collected the plates while she took care of the salad dish and dessert.

Attired in black dress-jeans, a white collarless shirt with the cuffs turned back over each forearm, he appeared relaxed and at ease. A different look from the impeccably tailored three-piece business suit and silk tie.

The casual style lent him a less formidable persona … not more ordinary, for a man of Wolfe’s calibre would inevitably stand apart no matter what he wore.

He projected a dramatic mesh of elemental ruthlessness and devastating sexual alchemy … a dangerous combination coveted by his fellow contemporaries, and admired by women. A bottle of Chardonnay sat chilling in a crystal ice-bucket, and Wolfe filled two goblets, touched the rim of his to her own, and offered an appropriate salutation.

The salad was crisp, the dressing tangy, and the chicken with accompanying vegetables perfection.

It had been a while since she’d prepared a meal for just two people, and there was a certain satisfaction in the provision.

What was more, it was pleasant to sit opposite Wolfe and relax, sip a little wine, and watch him unwind.

His business interests were vast and varied, she knew, and he was putting in long hours to ensure everything would run smoothly following his return to Sydney.

‘I had a text message from Sally,’ she relayed. ‘Lara’s is doing well. Tony is great.’ Her mouth curved into a teasing smile. ‘I think there could be a mutual attraction thing going on between those two.’

Wolfe leant back in his chair. ‘The Sydney interior decorator emailed an update. Everything is on target.’

Lara began gathering plates and cutlery together. ‘I’ll go make coffee.’

‘Before you do, isn’t there something you’d like to tell me?’

There was little she could gain from his expression. ‘Such as?’

‘Your solitary sojourn to a bistro last night.’