Kostas's Convenient Bride: Kostas's Convenient Bride / Desert Prince's Stolen Bride

“Could you please tell my sister that? She insists not.”

A young woman who also looked familiar in that way people do who could be celebrity doppelgängers said, “You like shopping.”

“In women’s clothing boutiques?” the flirtatious man demanded.

The younger woman laughed. “Okay, maybe not so much. Anyway, Chantal is coming, so you’re off the hook. BTW, that dress looks killer. You’ve got to buy it.”

Kayla looked back at the mirror. She did like the dress. She nodded. “I think I will.”

Mr. Blue Eyes gave her another appreciative look. “Wear it tonight when we go out.”

“You are trying to pick me up!” Kayla laughed, not at all offended.

He was too charming and good-looking. Besides, his sister was there. Said sister exclaimed, “Oh, you’ve got to go out with him, everyone wants to be seen with Jacob.”

“Why? Is he somebody famous?” Kayla joked.

Jacob put a hand to his heart and staggered back, like he’d taken a shot. “I’m hurt. You don’t recognize me?”

“You look familiar. Does that make you feel better?”

His sister burst into gales of laughter. “Oh, this is fabulous. The one woman in New York who doesn’t know who you are.” She whipped out her phone. “Just wait until my followers hear about this.”

Kayla frowned. “I’m starting to feel like I’m really missing something here.”

“I’m the lead in...” He named a new and rising-in-popularity Broadway production. “And the brat doing the tweeting? She’s my twin, but she’s also a famous model. Just ask her.”

The beautiful younger woman put her phone where Kayla could see the screen. “It’s true. See? I have over a million Twitter followers.”

“I’m a software designer. I don’t get out much,” Kayla muttered.

Both Jacob and his sister laughed, clearly more amused than offended.

“So, you’ll let me show you my city?” Jacob asked persuasively.

His supermodel sister grinned and winked. “Oh, do say yes. It’s been an age since he’s been out with anyone who wasn’t a total sycophant.”

She didn’t want to go back to the hotel, where Andreas would be soon. “Maybe I will.”

“Maybe we can start our evening early.” Jacob jumped onto Kayla’s tentative agreement.

“I hate to break it to you, but I’m not done shopping.”

“I make a great shopping buddy.” He smiled engagingly. “Just ask my sister.”

“He really does,” said the woman, still very busy with her smartphone.

And that was how Kayla found herself spending the next several hours in the very pleasant company of a Broadway star. It was kind of amazing. Other than a couple of people asking for Jacob’s autograph, people mostly left him alone. New Yorkers took his presence and even Kayla’s with him in stride.

“Do you want to stop at your hotel and get ready to go out?” he asked solicitously later.

No, she really didn’t, not and risk running into Andreas. Kayla’s backpack had everything she needed besides the clothes and shoes she’d bought while out shopping.

“It might make more sense to get ready at your place so you could get ready at the same time,” she offered.

“I like the way you think.”

He put the arm not carrying packages for her around her shoulder. “Don’t take that as some kind of invitation.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” The laughter in Jacob’s voice mocked her.

But Kayla smiled anyway.

Jacob lived in an older, secure building, not far from the theater district. Jacob came out of the bedroom dressed in designer jeans that showed off his manly assets in delicious ways and a white silk shirt.

He approached Kayla, who had changed into the new dress in his tiny bathroom and applied makeup before pulling her tight curls into a messy bun on top of her head. Masculine approval glowed in his blue eyes. “You look amazing, Kayla.”

“Thank you.”

Jacob put his hands on her shoulders, intent unmistakable in his eyes.

Pounding on his door startled them both. Jacob jumped back. “What the hell?”

“Open the damn door,” Andreas bellowed from the other side.

Kayla gasped. “Andreas.”

More pounding. “I know you are in there, Kayla. Tarkent, open this door!”

Jacob’s last name was Tarkent?

“Do you know who that is?” Jacob asked.

“My boss.”

“Your boss?” Jacob asked. “Not your boyfriend.”

“No. Boss.”

“He sounds like a pissed-off lion.”

The door shook with the force of Andreas’s pounding. “Kayla!”

“Um, yeah.”

“Do I open it or call the police?”

“I wouldn’t call the police.” She’d never seen Andreas in this mood. She didn’t know what he was capable of, but she did know theater productions needed backers and backers meant money and Andreas knew how to manipulate money.