A Bride At His Bidding. Michelle Smart

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       CHAPTER TWO

      ANDREAS SAT AT his desk on his private jet with his laptop open before him. Barely ten feet away, Carrie was at the dining table reading through the thick folder that contained the working details of all his properties. He had no doubt she would find it excruciatingly tedious to read through.

      All his properties were listed except one—the one they were flying to.

      ‘Which one should I concentrate on?’ she’d asked when he’d given it to her, subtly letting him know he hadn’t given her their final destination.

      ‘All of them.’ He’d smiled. ‘I’ll give you a test when we arrive.’

      ‘Which will be when?’

      He’d looked at his watch. ‘In approximately eleven hours.’

      Her eyes had flickered but she’d made no further comment. He’d seen her thoughts racing and had enjoyed watching her bite the questions back.

      He’d enjoyed himself enormously throughout their meeting too, far more than he’d expected. The knowledge that he’d rumbled her before she’d even set foot in his office had bubbled away inside him, satisfying enough to smother the anger that had fought for an outlet.

      Anger clouded logical thinking and he needed to keep his mind clear if he was to continue outwitting this viper.

      He’d determined that getting her out of England and as far from her home and true employment as he could and as quickly as he could was the best way to proceed. Disorientate her. Put her at the disadvantage without her even realising it and then, when he had her in his private home, unable to escape or communicate with the outside world, he would demand answers. He wanted to know everything—why she was investigating him, what she expected to find and who had put her up to it. He’d made his own discreet enquiries amongst his media contacts but had come up blank. No one was aware of even a hint of a brewing scandal about him.

      Instinct told him that Carrie’s reasons for being here were at least partly personal. The coincidence was too great to be explained any other way.

      He would discover her reasons in due course but rather than question her immediately, he decided he’d have some fun with her first. Let her suffer a little. It was the least she deserved.

      Did Carrie really think him such a useless human being that he required someone to live by his side pouring his drinks and mopping his brow? Andreas liked his creature comforts but he was no man-child and he’d seen the flicker of surprise in her eyes when he’d outlined the duties expected of her, duties he’d made up on the spur of the moment just to see what her reaction would be.

      For the next few days he would embrace the man-child role and make her wait on him hand and foot. She would hate every minute of it.

      Excellent.

      He would enjoy every minute of it.

      He watched her put aside the notepad she’d been scribbling on as she’d read through the folder and remove her phone from her handbag. She angled her body away from him and switched it on. A few moments later her shoulders rose and she tugged at her hair.

      Andreas grinned, enjoying her silent frustration to find it not working. He dealt with highly sensitive information. To get onto his jet’s network required a password. He wondered how long it would be before she cracked and asked for it.

      It took her three hours, an impressive length of time he thought, before she lifted her head, cleared her throat, and said, ‘Would it be possible for me to have the Wi-Fi password?’

      ‘I didn’t think you had anybody to check in with,’ he commented idly, enjoying the flush of colour that crawled up her slender neck.

      ‘I don’t,’ she said with only the smallest of hesitation. ‘I just wanted to check my emails.’

      ‘Expecting anything important?’

      She shook her head, her whole neck now aflame. ‘Don’t worry about it. I’ll check them later.’

      Carrie Rivers, Caroline Dunwoody, whatever her real name was, had a beautiful neck. He’d seen by her photograph that she was pretty but in the flesh she was so much more, her features softer, her skin dewy and golden. She was beautiful.

      He thought back to the slightly plump woman he’d caught that momentary glimpse of three years back. Her СКАЧАТЬ