The Unexpected Millionaire. Susan Mallery

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      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

      Coming Next Month

      One

      About eight seconds too late, Willow Anastasia Nelson realized there was a massive flaw in her plan.

      She’d driven over to Todd Aston the Third’s embarrassingly huge estate to give the slimy, no-good weasel a piece of her mind. But she’d never actually met the man, so she didn’t know what, exactly, he looked like.

      She had an idea, of course, sort of. Tallish, handsomeish, rich. But wasn’t his hair dark and weren’t his eyes brown? Why hadn’t she thought to look him up on the Internet? He was probably on the front page of “JerksMonthly.com.”

      And if Todd Aston defined the whole tall, dark and yucky scenario, then who was the blond hunk and a half standing in front of her?

      “Oh, hi,” she said, smiling at the man who’d opened the front door and hoping she didn’t look as out of place as she felt. “I was hoping to have a word with Todd. This is his house, right? My sister mentioned he lived here and…”

      Willow groaned. That hadn’t come out right. She sounded like a groupie.

      “My sister knows him,” she added helpfully.

      Blond guy didn’t step aside to let her in, although he did fold his arms over his chest in a move that got her attention. The man was big—really muscled, but not in a too-buff, action hero kind of way. This guy looked powerful, like a jaguar. She would bet he could snap her forearm without breaking a sweat.

      His eyes were green and kind of catlike, she thought absently, continuing the whole “powerful cat” analogy. He had a good face—handsome, but also trustworthy. Not that she knew anything about him. He could be…She shook her head. She had to focus on her mission.

      “Look,” she said as forcefully as she could, determined to sound in charge and unintimidated by the burly guy’s presence. “I need to talk to Todd. I’d like to do more, of course. He totally messed things up for my sister. Everything turned out in the end, but what if it hadn’t? I get so mad when I think about it, I just want to pop his pointy little head. And that’s the least of it.”

      The man in the doorway raised one eyebrow, then pushed aside the front of his suit jacket. Willow felt all the blood rush out of her head—no doubt fleeing to somewhere much safer than her body.

      The man had a gun.

      She could see it just inside his coat, tucked under his arm in some kind of holster. It was almost like in the movies, except for the cold knot of terror in her stomach.

      “What is your business with Mr. Aston?” the man asked in a low voice that sent chills tripping down her spine.

      So he wasn’t Todd. She’d sort of guessed that, but now she knew for sure. “I, ah, he…”

      The smartest move would be to leave. She wanted to yell at Todd, not get shot. But some stubborn streak made her plant her feet more firmly on the oversize and pillared porch.

      “I think you’re overreacting,” she muttered, forcing herself to look away from the gun, back to the man threatening her with it. Well, not threatening, but intimidating. Something he was doing really, really well.

      “I get paid to overreact.”

      “Has weasel-man already left for the office?” she asked sweetly. “I’ll catch him there.”

      “You won’t be catching him anywhere. Who are you and what do you want with Mr. Aston?” As he spoke, he reached out to grab her arm.

      Willow had tried out every year of high school for the cheerleading squad. But in a world of amazons, she’d been too short. No matter how well she knew the routine, putting her in the lineup made them look off balance. Still, she’d been good at tumbling and turning and ducking.

      The skills came back to her now as she faked a spin to the left, instead went to the right, then ducked under the big guy’s arm. Suddenly she was inside the house.

      Elation filled her. If Todd was here, she would find him. Then she would yell at him and her world would be set to rights.

      She sprinted down the wide entryway, Mr. Big Gun and Cranky right behind her, then ran through huge rooms with soaring ceilings. This place was more like a museum than a house, she thought as she raced through what looked like a study and came out in a long hallway. She heard the man with the gun running behind her. She was fairly confident he wouldn’t actually shoot her, but just in case, she wove back and forth and kept close to walls.

      “Todd,” she yelled as she ran. “Are you home? You need to get your lying, slimy butt down here. You don’t have the right to mess with people’s lives. It’s wrong. You should know better.”

      Perhaps not words to put fear into his heart, but they would have to do.

      She heard footsteps closing in and righteous anger gave her a burst of speed. Unfortunately that burst led her into a room with no other exits.

      Panic energized her. She spun quickly, looking for a door, a big window, anything. Then she stared at the СКАЧАТЬ