Matchless Millionaires: An Improper Affair. Elizabeth Bevarly

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СКАЧАТЬ almost forgotten how badly her day had started. Almost. “Sorry. I got carried away.”

      “So when do you start?”

      “I’m visiting the lodge on Sunday, since the shop is closed then. Meri gave me the key to the front door yesterday. She shuttles back and forth to Los Angeles, and she wanted to make sure I’d have easy access. The house will have an occupant for the coming month, but he’s been told about the decorating project.”

      Meri had been tight-lipped about who had been using the lodge, but rumor among the locals was that a man had stayed there in March, another in April and a third in May. Kelly assumed they’d been vacationers who’d paid to rent the place, and that the man due to check in this weekend was there for a similar stay.

      “Do you need me to come along?” Erica asked.

      Kelly shook her head. “Sunday is your time with the kids. Meri hired Distressed Success because we’re local and this project needs to be done fast. Now that I’ve seen the lodge, I think I know what she’s looking for.”

      Sunday couldn’t come too soon for her. She was relishing diving into a new project. Just let Ryan Sperling try to stomp on her dreams!

      Sunday morning, Kelly got up early and drove over to the lodge.

      Although decorating the house would eat into her leisure time, she was eager to have another venue to showcase her designs. She had no illusions about how competitive the home-decor market was and she’d already spent years improving her designs.

      As she got out of her car, she looked up at the famed log-and-stone house. At 9000 square feet, with a soaring sloped roof suspended on thick log columns, the home would surely satisfy any millionaire’s luxury tastes. Multistoried, with covered decks on the main level, the house sloped down to the water on one side and had a spectacular view of Lake Tahoe.

      Her feet crunched on the ground in front of her as she crossed to the house and traversed the porte cochere to the front entrance.

      It didn’t look as if anyone was at home, but she rang the doorbell a few times anyway. She waited a moment and, when she received no response, she let herself in with the key Meri had given her.

      Stepping into the great room, she caught her breath, impressed all over again. A massive fireplace dominated one wall and large armchairs stood before it. An immense metal chandelier was suspended from the vaulted ceiling, which was braced with wood beams. Windows and French doors afforded a wonderful view of the lake, which glittered under the gaze of the morning sun, the sunlight catching and sparkling like so many diamonds scattered across the waves.

      She turned around and looked back at the grand staircase that led to the upper level, where Meri had told her the master suite and guest bedrooms were located. Only two of these rooms had been furnished so far.

      Hearing a click, she whirled around, realizing she was no longer alone.

      “What the hell—”

      Ryan Sperling, naked except for a gray towel riding low on his hips, stood silhouetted by the French doors leading to the deck outside. Droplets of water clung to his torso. Ryan’s expression was thunderous, and Kelly sucked in a breath.

      She drank in the sight of his smooth, muscled chest, flat stomach and hair-roughened legs, which ended at feet planted firmly on the plush carpeting.

      She knew from her first tour with Meri that there was a hot tub on the deck. He must have been soaking in it.

      “What the hell are you doing here?”

      “I—” Shock rendered her momentarily speechless.

      “If this is some desperate attempt to try to persuade me that Sperling department stores should be doing business with you,” Ryan sneered, “forget it.”

      She couldn’t believe his ego. He’d already informed her that he didn’t have anything to do with Webb these days. Did he really think she’d seek him out as a supplicant for any leverage he could provide as far as getting her products into Sperling department stores? Apparently so.

      Ryan’s expression darkened even more. “If this is some sort of entrapment scheme, I’ve got some of the best lawyers in the country on retainer.”

      Her temper rose. “Not to worry. Entrapping you is the last thing on my mind.”

      He scowled. “How did you track me down?”

      “Easy,” she retorted, “I just followed the trail of fawning women.”

      He smiled mirthlessly. “I’ve got news for you. Women don’t faint for me, they just press their phone numbers into my hand. But this is the first time one’s gotten into my house unannounced.”

      “You’ll have a hard time tossing me out,” she said, letting a note of satisfaction creep into her voice.

      “Why’s that?”

      “I’m the newly hired decorator.”

      Three

      Ryan figured if he kept talking, he wouldn’t get turned on.

      Little Miss Sweet and Tart was the last woman he’d expected to discover inside the house, even if he’d had one heck of an erotic dream about her last night. In fact, for a second, when he’d first seen her, he figured he must still be dreaming.

      He’d been ticked off this morning when he’d realized whom he’d been fantasizing about and that, combined with his current effort to hold those memories at bay, made him brusque.

      “Meri said a decorator would be coming by,” he said icily, “but she also said whoever it was would ring the doorbell if she did.”

      “I did ring the doorbell,” Kelly said defensively, “but I got no response.”

      “I was in the hot tub,” he snarled, “and I didn’t hear you. Then when I did, it took me a minute to get inside to answer the door.”

      “Clearly.”

      Great, Ryan thought. It was the first time he’d had a chance to relax in a hot tub since he didn’t know when, and now he had to deal with her.

      It didn’t help she was wearing some ridiculous getup that nevertheless managed to be provocative. She had on a white crewneck T-shirt, a long, highwaisted black skirt and black suspenders. The outfit was finished off with midcalf-length black leggings and black pumps.

      Her generous breasts were framed by the high waist of the skirt and by the black suspenders. Damn.

      “I rang three times,” she said.

      “I heard only two.”

      Her chin came up. “Are you suggesting I’m a liar?”

      He smiled mirthlessly. “The apple usually doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

      “Same thing goes.” She craned her neck. “Anyone out there with you?”

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