The Stubborn Billionaire
by Lexxie Couper The Muse, #1 Publication Date: January 23, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2jvca5n
Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2iD3c1U
Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2jUX8Tm
Synopsis: He had a plan for her. Her getting under his skin wasn’t it.I’ll stop at nothing to get what I want. It’s the Dyson way. Ruthless? Maybe. But it’s what’s put me on top. And it’s what’s going to help me get revenge on the woman who put my family through hell.I’m going to ruin Sienna Roberts. My plan has been in play for months. She has no idea I’m the mysterious benefactor commissioning her artwork, or that the downfall in store for her will be the end of her career. But there’s something I didn’t plan for—the way her smile and touch starts to make me forget all I blame her for…
He stared into Sienna’s jade-green eyes, a distant part of him unable to deny the hypnotizing intensity of their depths despite who she was. Regardless of how she’d fooled his brother, Clinton had been right about her eyes. They were the eyes of a temptress. If he wasn’t careful, his well-laid plans could unravel.
He drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs with her delicate but somehow heady scent.
When he first met her, her scent had filled his head with wild thoughts and even wilder desires, desires he’d been more than eager to act upon as they stood almost touching in front of one of his brother’s more ridiculous paintings.
Right now, in this very moment, it sank straight to his groin, raw and carnal and animalistic.
Lust was not unfamiliar to him, but he had to remember who she was. He had to remember why he was here. He had to forget the playful heat of their flirting a lifetime ago. He had to forget everything he’d discovered about her since.
He had to remember what she’d done to Clinton. What she’d caused his only brother to do.
“When do we begin?” he asked, still staring into her eyes.
“Never.” Her response was exactly what he’d anticipated. Short. Final. Angry.
“And disappoint Xavier?” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so.” He took another step forward, his thighs brushing hers. “It’s just a painting.” He paused, letting a lazy grin pull at his lips. “That is, unless you’re afraid of what will happen if we’re alone together?”
She glared at him. “You flatter yourself.”
“Maybe, but I don’t think so. I remember the way we flirted at Clint’s exhibition. The way you looked at me. And I certainly remember the way you melted in my arms just now.”
“And you’ve forgotten the way I stamped on your foot? The way I slapped your face? Or do you call that foreplay?”
Her words were sharp, like barbed wire, and he could almost believe she wanted nothing to do with him. But she hadn’t taken a step back when he’d closed the distance between them. In fact, she remained so close to him her thighs still brushed his, the barest contact sending hot charges through his body.
Yet at the same time, her eyes were wide and nervous, and the pulse point at her neck fluttered like a trapped butterfly. He frowned, puzzled. This was not how he expected the calculating vixen Clinton had so thoroughly described to behave. As much as she wanted him to think otherwise, she appeared confused, almost innocent. And vulnerable.
The dull ache in his foot made him rethink that last one. Perhaps vulnerable wasn’t the right word.
Slight movement drew his eyes, instant sexual hunger roaring through him as she quickly wet her bottom lip with her tongue.
He pulled in his own long breath. Christ, did she know how hot that simple act looked?