Exposed: Her Undercover Millionaire. Michelle Celmer

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СКАЧАТЬ and Tennis Club where his father and men like him drank eighty-year-old scotch and compared portfolios. Although after fifteen years he doubted anyone would recognize him. Just like he preferred being at the ranch, in the mountains, instead of cooped up in an office. He hadn’t been built for the rat race. A trait he could only assume he’d inherited from his mother.

      Paige sat across from him, gnawing the gloss from her full bottom lip, but she didn’t move her hand. Maybe she liked the way it felt wrapped in his. He did. In fact, if he had his way, they would be doing a lot more than just holding hands. Maybe it was finally time to end his self-imposed celibacy.

      “I guess it wouldn’t kill me to take one night off,” she finally said. “But I do have to work in the morning so I can’t be out too late.”

      “I’ll have you home before my truck turns into a pumpkin, I promise.”

      “And just so we’re clear,” she said, easing her hand out from under his, “this is not a date. We can be friends, but nothing more.”

      “Friends it is,” he said. The kind with benefits, maybe.

      She relaxed back in her seat and took another sip of her wine. The bar was filling up. Soon people would be out on the dance floor, and at seven the band would start playing. And date or not, he had every intention of asking Paige to dance. A few more drinks and he was pretty sure he could persuade her into it. He could tell by her body language that the wine was already relaxing her.

      She gazed up at him through the fringe of her lashes. Her eyes were quite extraordinary. Back in her office he could have sworn they were blue, but in this light they looked almost purple.

      “You’re staring at me,” Paige said.

      He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “I’m trying to figure out what color your eyes are.”

      “It depends on my mood. Sometimes they’re blue, sometimes they’re violet.”

      “What mood are you in when they’re violet?”

      “Happy. Relaxed.”

      He wondered what color they were when she was aroused, and if he would be lucky enough to find out.

      “We’ve talked about me ever since we sat down. Why don’t you tell me about you,” she said, then added, “And don’t say there isn’t much to tell. Everyone has a story.”

      He couldn’t tell her his. Not the full version, anyway. But he knew the fewer lies he told, the fewer he had to remember, so it was best to stick as close to the truth as possible while still keeping up the charade.

      “I’m originally from California,” he said. “Not too far from here, in fact. My father lives pretty close by.”

      “Do you visit him?”

      “Not in a long time. Suffice it to say we don’t see eye to eye. About a lot of things.”

      “You said your mom died when you were young.”

      “Accidental overdose,” he said. It had never been officially ruled a suicide, but only because she hadn’t left a note. Anyone who knew Denise Worth knew she’d been miserable enough to take her own life. No thanks to his father and his extramarital affairs. Though Brandon had only been fourteen, her death had been the last straw, the final wedge in a relationship that had always been volatile in the best of circumstances. After her death, he and his father barely spoke. His mother had always favored Brandon, and his sister, Emma, had been daddy’s little princess. And still was, as far as he knew.

      “Do you have siblings?” Paige asked.

      “A sister. But I haven’t seen her in fifteen years.” Not since the day he’d headed off to boarding school on the east coast. Although from what he’d heard, she’d married recently and was pregnant with her first child. He would be an uncle, but in title only. He doubted he would ever see the child.

      “Fifteen years is a long time not to talk to a sister.”

      “It’s complicated.”

      “It must be, because it’s hard to imagine that someone as personable, as nice, as you, could hold a grudge for so long.”

      He grinned. “You barely know me. Maybe I’m only pretending to be nice.”

      She considered that for a second, then shook her head. “No.

      You’re forgetting, I’m an image consultant. I’m pretty adept at reading people. The way you handled saleslady sunshine earlier, that’s impossible to fake. You’re good with people. A nice guy.”

      Maybe too nice. Definitely too trusting. Ashleigh had taught him that, and it had been a bitter pill to swallow. But she was the last person he wanted to think about right now.

      “So I guess you kinda like me,” he said, grinning. “Since I’m such a nice guy.”

      “Maybe I don’t like nice guys,” she said draining her second glass. “Maybe I prefer men who are bad for me.”

      The wine must have been going to her head. She was starting to get flirtatious.

      He leaned forward, locking his eyes on hers. “I’ll have you know, I can be very bad.”

      Maybe it was his imagination, but he could swear the color of her eyes deepened. And he had the feeling this was about to get interesting.

      “Why is it that a beautiful woman like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?”

      “Who says I don’t?”

      “If you did, you wouldn’t have been planning to work on a Friday night. And you sure as hell wouldn’t be here with me.”

      “I’m focusing on my career. I don’t have time for a relationship.”

      Exactly the type of woman he needed right now. One who wouldn’t want or expect a commitment. Paige was becoming more appealing by the minute. Most women came after him all pistons firing, talons out.

      This was a refreshing change of pace. A woman who didn’t have time for him. Of course, if she knew about the millions in his trust fund, she might make time.

      “Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

      He grinned. “Who says I don’t?”

      “If you did, you wouldn’t be here with me.”

      Touché. “Until late last year I had a fiancée.”

      The teasing expression slipped from her face. “It didn’t work out?”

      “If ‘didn’t work out’ is a polite way of saying that she cheated on me with the ranch foreman.”

      She winced and shook her head. “I don’t understand people who cheat on their significant others. If you aren’t happy with someone, why not just leave?”

      Ashleigh had a couple million reasons to stick around. And according to СКАЧАТЬ