Tycoon for Hire

Tycoon for Hire
Lucy Gordon

She got more than she paid for!Jennifer Norton asked the agency that her escort be tall, dark and good looking. And he was. Only Steven Leary wasn't officially an escort, he was simply standing in for a friend. In real life, he was a millionaire!Jennifer usually dreaded business functions, but with Steven's charisma she enjoyed every minute–until she discovered his true identity. Then she was furious! But, for business reasons, it benefited Steven to keep the illusion of a relationship with Jennifer going. And, for private reasons, she was secretly pleased to go along with the pretence.

Lucy Gordon cut her writing teeth on magazine journalism, interviewing many of the world’s most interesting men, including Warren Beatty, Richard Chamberlain, Roger Moore, Sir Alec Guinness and Sir John Gielgud. She also camped out with lions in Africa, and had many other unusual experiences that have often provided the background for her books.

She is married to a Venetian, whom she met while on holiday in Venice. They got engaged within two days, and have now been married for twenty-five years. They live in the Midlands in the U.K., with their three dogs.

One of her books, His Brother’s Child, won the Romance Writers of America RITA Award in 1998, in the Best Traditional Romance category.

Tycoon for Hire

Lucy Gordon

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

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER ONE

‘WHAT are you wearing that thing for?’

Jennifer stood back to let her brother come into her house. She was already nervous about the evening to come, and his irritation only made things worse.

‘I thought you bought a new dress for tonight,’ he said. ‘Dark blue satin, tight, slinky, very effective.’ He cast a disparaging glance at her flowing evening gown of gold organdie with its demure neckline. ‘You’re going to a banquet, not a puritan convention.’

‘I’m sorry, Trevor,’ she said in a placating voice, ‘but I just couldn’t wear that blue satin. It’s too revealing.’

‘You didn’t think so when you bought it.’

‘Yes, I did, but I’d let you convince me it was my duty to go to this function. Since then I’ve got my sense of proportion back. I wish I could call the whole thing off.’

‘You can’t do that,’ Trevor said, alarmed. ‘How often must I tell you that appearances matter? Everyone knows you’re representing the firm at the London Society of Commerce Banquet, and you have to be there.’

‘But I was going with David.’

‘And now he’s dumped you—’

‘He hasn’t dumped me. We just—aren’t seeing each other for a while.’

‘Whatever. The point is you can’t stay away and you can’t go on your own. It would look like weakness. You’ve got to let the world see that you don’t care.’

‘But I do care,’ she said sadly.

Jennifer had planned to attend the banquet with David Conner, the man she loved and had expected to marry. But he hadn’t called her since their quarrel two weeks ago, and her heart was breaking. Her ideal evening would have been spent at home having a cup of cocoa and maybe even a good cry. Instead she was dressed up, ready to go out with a stranger.

‘I hate all this business of putting on the proper mask,’ she said. ‘I always have.’

‘Never let the enemy see you weakening,’ Trevor said, reciting his favourite rule.

‘And I hate having to think of everyone as the enemy.’

‘It’s how business is done. Come on, you’ve coped wonderfully well so far.’

‘But you’re not quite sure of me, are you? That’s why you called in on your way home from work to make sure I hadn’t got cold feet. Well, I have.’

Brother and sister were both part of Nortons Distribution, a trucking empire started by their grandfather, Barney Norton. They owned shares in the firm, and ran it between them since illness had forced Barney to retire. The difference was that Trevor lived and breathed business, while Jennifer had only gone into Nortons to please Barney.

Trevor was a thickset man in his thirties, no more than medium height, with a burly build. He might have been attractive if he hadn’t frowned so much. Jennifer respected her brother for his dedicated work, but it was hard to like a man so short-tempered and critical.

‘Be sensible,’ he said now. ‘Go and change into your glad rags.’

‘I’m sorry, Trevor, but these rags are as glad as I’m going to get.’

He tore his hair. ‘For Pete’s sake! Tonight’s a chance to do some networking, make connections. Smile into their eyes, dance close. You’ve got the looks.’

It was true that nature had gifted Jennifer with the vivid beauty to play the role he’d outlined. Her large dark eyes dominated her oval face, and her mouth was deliciously curved in a way that could be more seductive than she was aware.

But nature had also missed something out. She completely lacked the ruthless drive and competitiveness that could have made her use her sexuality in the way Trevor expected. But he seemed not to understand this.

‘You’ve got assets,’ he said now. ‘Flaunt them.’

Goaded, she said, ‘Why don’t you flaunt yours if it’s so important to you?’

‘Because mine aren’t the kind that look good in skin-tight satin. The boardroom’s my sphere, not the ballroom.’