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Kostas's Convenient Bride
LUCY MONROE
Her boss needs a bride…Can she step out of the shadows and down the aisle?Discovering that her boss, billionaire tycoon Andreas Kostas, must marry is devastating for Kayla. Then Andreas proposes that Kayla wears his ring! Having experienced the incandescent pleasure of his touch, she’s hidden her yearning for him ever since. It’s the proposal Kayla’s always dreamt of, but does she dare risk her body and her heart to become a convenient wife?


Her boss needs a bride...
Can she step out of the shadows and down the aisle?
Discovering her boss, billionaire tycoon Andreas Kostas, must marry is devastating for Kayla. Then Andreas proposes that Kayla wear his ring! Having experienced the incandescent pleasure of his touch, she’s hidden her yearning for him ever since. It’s the proposal Kayla’s always dreamed of, but dare she risk her body and heart to become a convenient wife?
USA TODAY bestseller LUCY MONROE lives and writes in the gorgeous Pacific Northwest. While she loves her home, she delights in experiencing different cultures and places on her travels, which she happily shares with her readers through her books. A lifelong devotee of the romance genre, Lucy can’t imagine a more fulfilling career than writing the stories in her head for her readers to enjoy.
Also by Lucy Monroe (#u563559fe-7e65-5941-8dc8-7eec71983324)
Heart of a Desert Warrior
Not Just the Greek’s Wife
Million Dollar Christmas Proposal
By His Royal Decree miniseries
One Night Heir
Prince of Secrets
Ruthless Russians miniseries
An Heiress for His Empire
A Virgin for His Prize
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Kostas’s Convenient Bride
Lucy Monroe


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KOSTAS’S CONVENIENT BRIDE
© 2018 Lucy Monroe
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Contents
Cover (#u37738706-2dbf-5037-ac49-48dee16386c1)
Back Cover Text (#u1cace513-ec8e-5329-a0fb-307ca8dfa405)
About the Author (#u27e1784d-172f-5e56-b84d-37281ebde4d8)
Booklist (#ub17f96bc-3815-5423-9466-d895654409ed)
Title Page (#u9a506996-1b80-54d9-a0a1-b590eb675694)
Copyright (#ub8262375-fee9-5ac1-a643-abae44d49fab)
Dedication (#u35d74c3d-30da-5ebb-a73d-b0d7a85c8efa)
CHAPTER ONE (#ub55a8ea7-2133-5d44-a5c0-abf2df682ea2)
CHAPTER TWO (#u1f04c987-7403-5d5e-8916-c6b3b58298a8)
CHAPTER THREE (#u3d68ff56-c2b1-5a01-87f7-2be34dc65cc4)
CHAPTER FOUR (#uffa282e0-607a-52b1-91e6-6d48bbb78af1)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#u563559fe-7e65-5941-8dc8-7eec71983324)
KAYLA JONES HOP-RUSHED from the computer lab toward Andreas’s office, buckling her denim wedge sandal as she went. She’d stripped out of her clean-room bunny suit in less than a minute, but re-dressing took longer.
Late for a high-priority meeting with the type A, ultra-alpha president of KJ Software was nothing Kayla wanted to be.
Even if he was her business partner. Technically.
He’d been weird lately. Cranky. Even more exacting than usual.
Andreas’s twentysomething, superefficient male admin made a stopping motion with his hand. Kayla stopped but let her own widened eyes let him know how little she wanted to.
I know, he mouthed, sympathy imbuing his expression as some complicated sign language finally clued Kayla in to the fact that her peach cardigan knit jacket was on inside out.
She flipped it with rushed, jerky movements and then Bradley waved Kayla through with a significant nod toward her waistband. She looked down and realized the button at the top of the zipper on her peach damask-on-denim skirt was undone.
With a harried smile of thanks, she quickly fastened it as she opened the door to the big man’s office. “Sorry I’m late, Andreas, I was supervising tests on Dolphin.” She preferred to name all their projects after marine life, and Andreas indulged her whimsy.
Kayla stopped abruptly as she realized her boss wasn’t in his usual spot behind his big chrome-and-glass desk, but sitting at one end of the eight-person smoky-glass-topped meeting table.
A woman was with him. Blond hair piled in a sleek, professional updo and wearing a stylish white suit, she gave Kayla an assessing look.
“This is your business partner?” she asked Andreas, her tone tinged with disbelief.
“Yes.” Andreas frowned at Kayla. “I told you this meeting was high priority.”
“Technically, my smartphone told me. You flagged it.” Who was this woman and what kind of meeting were they having?
Andreas gave her that look, the one that said Kayla was being a tad too literal again. She stifled the urge to apologize. She’d been working on that.
Not apologizing for being herself.
“Well, she’s here now,” the woman pointed out. “I presume we can get started now?” Her words were take-charge, but her expression toward Andreas was nothing but deferential.
“Get started on what?” Kayla asked as she settled into one of the leather high-backed chairs on Andreas’s left, across from the stranger.
Apparently, he wasn’t done glowering about Kayla’s tardiness, because he did not answer.
Kayla rolled her eyes, absolutely refusing to utter the “I’m sorry” on the tip of her tongue. While he had marked the meeting as a priority, he’d had Bradley insert it into Kayla’s schedule when she’d already blocked off the time prior for the Dolphin tests. She could wait out Andreas’s snit. She’d done it before.
With a sound of impatience, the woman spoke. “We are here to discuss how Andreas’s search for a wife will impact his business.”
Everything around Kayla came into sharp focus. The sound each of them made as they breathed in the quiet of the room. The floral musk of the other woman’s perfume that smelled out of place. The fingerprint smudges on the glass in front of the blonde that indicated she’d pressed her hands on the table for some reason. Kayla wanted to wipe them away, erase the evidence of the woman’s presence, even as she sat there.
Kayla shook her head. Denial a scream inside her. That could not be right.
Andreas was no help. He still sat there with his stony “you were late” expression on his handsome, angular face, his green eyes snapping with disapproval.
“Search for a wife?” Kayla’s breath ran out on the final word, her entire body going cold and then hot with the implications.
Andreas finally deigned to nod, not one strand of his dark hair going out of place with the short movement. “It’s time.”
“It is?” Kayla hadn’t noticed Andreas being any less focused on business. Any more open to interpersonal relationships.
She would have noticed. She’d been watching for just such a change in him for the past six years.
In fact, lately, he’d been more driven and working even longer hours than usual and expecting her to do the same, wanting Dolphin’s launch on time and without a single hiccup.
“I’ve exceeded my father’s net worth. A wife and family are next on the list.” He didn’t shrug, his perfectly tailored suit-clad shoulders remaining ramrod straight, but the sense of dismissal was there in his voice.
Like this decision wasn’t something life changing, monumental and the one thing Kayla had been hoping for since they broke up to become business partners.
Kayla looked at the woman who had informed her of Andreas’s plans. Who was she? And why did she know Andreas’s personal plans when Kayla, a friend, had not?
A truly horrifying prospect popped into Kayla’s mind. Was this woman a matchmaker? It would be just like Andreas to hire a professional to find him a wife.
Not that he needed one.
While Kayla had been practically celibate the past few years, the same could not be said of Andreas. He’d taken many beautiful women to his bed, each and every one a risk to Kayla’s hopes for the future. But he’d never gotten serious, his heart and Kayla’s deepest desires remaining unchanged.
“That’s what I’m here for,” the sleek blonde said confidently, clearly thrilled to have a client of Andreas’s stature on her roster.
“You’re a matchmaker?” Kayla asked for confirmation, still trying to come to terms with that possible reality.
The woman nodded. “I own the Patterson Group.”
It sounded like a firm of lawyers, not a service designed to bring people together in wedded bliss.
“She specializes in millionaires,” Andreas added, like that was important.
“You’re a billionaire.” On paper anyway.
KJ Software was obscenely successful, just like Andreas had said it would be. The company, of which he owned 95 percent, was valued at over a billion dollars. Not bad for six years of blood, sweat and sleepless nights working.
The matchmaker nodded, her expression showing how much she appreciated the distinction and the fact Andreas was her client. Kayla knew being a billionaire rather than just worth millions mattered to Andreas too. A lot. That valuation was what had spurred this particular move toward domestic harmony, after all. He was finally worth more than his father, but still had more to prove.
Andreas was giving Kayla that look again. “Don’t be so literal. The point is Miss Patterson—”
“Genevieve, please.” The blonde’s smile was all polish, no substance.
“Genevieve...”
Kayla wondered if Genevieve noticed the short pause and the way Andreas’s square jaw tightened when using the more personal address. “...specializes in matching wealthy men with women who will make them the ideal wife.”
Kayla was appalled and made no effort to hide it. “I don’t think it works like that.”
She wasn’t opposed to matchmakers, was sure that there were plenty in the business who really believed in matching two people meant to be together, but this woman? She was every bit as predatory in her way as Andreas. Kayla had learned to read people very young.
If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have survived her childhood.
Genevieve of the Patterson Group did not read as caring about long-term happiness or emotional harmony by any stretch of the imagination.
“My track record speaks for itself,” the woman said now, superiority in her tone and the tilt of her head. So, impressed and happy to have Andreas as a client, but arrogant and utterly sure of herself, as well.
“If it didn’t, I wouldn’t consider your twenty-five-thousand-dollar retainer.”
Kayla gasped. “I’m pretty sure you can buy a bride who looks like a supermodel for that kind of money.”
Or, you know, marry the woman who had loved him for the last eight years and waited in hope for the past six.
“Your employer isn’t looking for a trophy bride, he’s interested in finding someone to share his life with.” The matchmaker’s self-righteous rhetoric would be a lot more convincing if she’d protested as vehemently at Andreas referring to finding a wife as the next item on his goal list.
If Andreas was really looking for a soul mate, he wouldn’t look beyond the one woman he’d called friend for nearly a decade. Would he?
They hadn’t broken up because they weren’t good together. They’d ended their sexual relationship because Andreas had very strict views in regard to business and personal relationships. They’d never had what one might term a romantic relationship.
It had been friends with benefits.
Kayla had thought that was changing, that their relationship was morphing into something deeper.
She had been wrong.
Andreas had wanted to morph it all right, but not into something more personal. He’d wanted her senior project software design as the cornerstone for his new digital security company. And he’d made it very clear that he valued her skills as a programmer above her willingness to share his bed.
The six-year-old rejection she’d thought dealt with and dormant erupted with the power to leave her heart in ashes.
She had to get out of there.
Forcing her emotions behind the blank face she’d carefully crafted during a childhood bouncing from one foster home to another, Kayla asked, “Why am I here? What do you need from me?”
“You are my business partner,” Andreas said, like that explained everything.
“Five-percent ownership hardly makes me a material partner.” It was an old argument, one Andreas had never given in on.
The expression on the matchmaker’s face said she agreed with Kayla, though.
Andreas frowned. The man didn’t like being corrected and barely tolerated it from Kayla, but she never let that stop her from saying what needed saying. At least when it came to the business.
“You are my partner and this change in circumstance will affect the business and therefore you, by default.” Andreas’s tone brooked no argument.
Kayla was still confused, though, something she was used to when it came to interpersonal relationships, but not their company. “Why?”
She wasn’t in the running. This whole “pay a matchmaker ridiculous amounts of money” thing made that very clear. And it hurt. Badly.
But she was confident Andreas had no clue. So, why was he so convinced Kayla’s life was going to be impacted?
Once again, he was giving her a look that said she’d missed something. Since he’d missed the fact she’d been in love with him since the beginning, she didn’t feel as badly about that as she usually would have.
Genevieve spoke, her tone one you might use with a small child. “Marriage brings about significant changes in a person’s life and since Andreas is the heart and blood of this company, it stands to reason his marriage will have a significant impact on the company and its higher-level employees.”
Andreas’s eyelid twitched at the familiar address, or maybe it was the reference to employees rather than partners, but he didn’t correct Genevieve.
“Are we going public, then?” They’d been discussing it, or at least Andreas had been telling her he was thinking about it for the past year.
Doing so would make him a billionaire for real, not just net worth. Kayla wouldn’t do badly out of it either. She’d be able to fund an entire chain of Kayla for Kids facilities, instead of the single local group home for foster children, with neighborhood after-school activities, she currently did.
“No.” Andreas frowned. “I answer to no one.”
Now, that didn’t surprise her. While she might have dreams of funding Kayla for Kids houses in every major city, she knew how unlikely that really was. Andreas did not want to answer to shareholders, or a board of directors. His father had dictated things about Andreas’s life when he’d had no way to stop the overbearing Greek tycoon, and no way would her Greek-American business mogul ever tolerate someone else having major say in his life again.
“Perhaps you should consider selling the company outright as you spoke about at our first meeting. It would free you up to make your search for the right marital partner,” Genevieve suggested, her tone implying she thought it an imminently practical solution. “Being a liquid billionaire wouldn’t hurt your chances in the dating pool either. I’m sure we could snag you royalty.”
So much for not looking for a trophy wife.
Kayla couldn’t get a full breath. “You want him to sell the company?” So he could buy a princess?
“It is one solution.”
“To what?” So far, Kayla didn’t see a problem that needed solving.
Except the whole buy a bride thing. And Andreas had plenty of money to do that without selling their company. Without ripping out from under her everything she’d spent the last six years building.
“Andreas cannot continue to put in twelve-to sixteen-hour days. It’s part of the agreement with my firm.” Genevieve tapped her tablet with one long fingernail.
“You signed an agreement?” Kayla asked Andreas.
He gave her that look. The one that implied she was a few steps behind in the business side of a discussion. It had happened before.
But this was crazy.
“That limits the number of hours you work?” she clarified.
“Yes.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to consider selling the company.” Andreas wouldn’t give in on this particular issue, would he? It was too important.
He might not love Kayla. Heck, maybe he’d never even really cared about her as anything but a brilliant programmer with a new idea, but he cared about their company. It wasn’t just Kayla who’d found stability and a purpose with KJ Software.
Andreas had always been crazy protective when it came to the company and pure predator in his role as president. The idea that he would even consider selling it should be ludicrous. Only, the calculating expression in Andreas’s green gaze made Kayla’s short nails dig into suddenly sweaty palms.
No. He’d made comments over the past year. Sarcastic one-offs about selling KJ Software that she’d given the credence they deserved.
None.
Andreas might be the lifeblood of the company, but Genevieve had gotten it wrong. Kayla’s job might technically be director of research and development, but she was KJ Software’s heart and she couldn’t be that when her own stopped beating. Didn’t they realize that?
“Are you all right, Kayla?” Andreas asked, handsome features etched with concern.
She stared at him, not sure she could answer. Her entire world was imploding.
“We’ve done what we set out to do with this company.” Andreas leaned back in his chair, his big body relaxed, his tone satisfied...like his words weren’t slashing jagged wounds right into her heart. “Sebastian Hawk has approached me about a merger with his security firm.”
“A merger or a buyout?” she demanded.
Andreas winced, perhaps recognizing his news was not as welcome as he’d expected it to be. “A buyout is the most likely final scenario.”
“Why?” Owner of one of the largest security firms worldwide, Sebastian Hawk was one of their biggest customers and had been since the beginning. “He already licenses our software.” For his own company and in a secondary capacity for his own clients.
Andreas replied, “He wants to own it.”
“He’s a control freak, like you.”
Andreas shrugged. “He has three children and a legacy to leave them.”
“What about your children?” Presumably if Andreas was ready to get married, he was looking forward to parenthood, as well.
He had often said the only reason he would ever marry was to have a real family. Didn’t he want a legacy for his own children?
“I’m thinking about going into venture capital investments.”
“You’ve been watching that show again, haven’t you?” she asked, referring to a favorite reality television show of his.
They’d watched the show about venture capitalists who invested in and mentored start-up businesses together many times. Andreas prided himself on being able to guess which entrepreneurs were going to get multiple offers from the “sharks” and which would leave the “tank” without a single offer at all.
“As fascinating as all this is, we need to wrap this meeting up.” Genevieve’s voice grated in unwelcome reminder of her presence as she glanced at her designer watch. “I have another client meeting.”
Really? Lots of superwealthy guys were looking for bride pimps? “How many clients do you take on at a time?”
“That is privileged information,” Genevieve informed her haughtily.
But Kayla had spent most of her life in the foster care system. Haughty wasn’t going to intimidate her. “Not with the kind of retainer you charged Andreas.”
“I was under the impression you paid out of your personal account?”
Andreas’s expression filled with annoyance. “Of course I did.”
“Then, I do not see where this is any of your business.” The matchmaker’s condescending tone might have annoyed Kayla, but she had concerns much closer to her heart right now.
She stood on shaky legs. “You’re right. It’s not. In fact, I still don’t know what the heck I’m doing here at all. If you’re going to sell the company, my tiny minority percent isn’t going to stop you. If you want to pay this woman more than a lot of people make in a year to find you some dates when I don’t see you struggling for company now, that’s none of my business.”
The cold inside her grew with every word, but so did Kayla’s resolve. “I do not appreciate being called away from my work for something you could have handled in a text.” I’m hiring a matchmaker.
“You expected me to tell you I was selling the company in a text?” Andreas demanded, sounding shocked.
“I didn’t expect you to sell the company at all, certainly not to tell me about it as a fait accompli in a meeting with a third party.” Dismissing Genevieve’s presence, Kayla met Andreas’s gaze. “But I’m realizing now I’ve been wrong about a lot of things.”
He’d said this meeting was about the matchmaker. The selling of the company had come up as part of the discussion. Or that was how it had seemed. But apparently, it had been part of his agenda all along.
Kayla turned on her heel and walked out of the office, the numbness spreading with the cold. She’d been like this a few times before in her life.
The day she realized her mom was not coming back. She hadn’t spoken for two years after.
The day her foster mom died and she was placed in the first of another string of homes.
The day she realized Andreas wanted her for her programming skills more than her place in his bed, or even their friendship.
Andreas’s personal assistant stood up as Kayla came out of the office. “Are you okay?”
She just shook her head.
“What’s going on?”
“He’s getting married.” Kayla wasn’t going to mention the possibility he was going to sell their company. After all, that wasn’t supposed to have been the reason for the meeting.
“To her?” Bradley’s eyes widened, his face going slack.
“She’s the matchmaker.”
Bradley laid his hand on Kayla’s arm. “I’m sorry.”
He didn’t say anything else, but he’d been working for Andreas from the beginning. Other than Andreas, Bradley knew Kayla better than anyone else alive. Maybe better, because he’d realized the first year they worked together that she was in love with the oblivious Greek.
CHAPTER TWO (#u563559fe-7e65-5941-8dc8-7eec71983324)
A COUPLE OF hours later, Kayla was lost in the code of a program they’d scrapped the year before as unfeasible when a hand landed on her shoulder. She knew immediately whom that hand belonged to. “I’m busy, Andreas.”
“You’re not on a development team right now.”
“I’m the director of research and development. That means I get to choose what projects I work on.”
“So, what are you working on?”
“A program that will make Sebastian Hawk another hundred million if I can get it working.”
“We haven’t sold our company yet.”
“But we are selling it.”
“I don’t know, are we?”
She spun around to face Andreas. “Don’t play games with me, Andreas.”
He sighed, running his fingers through his jet-black hair, his green eyes troubled. “Yes, we’re selling.”
“When were you going to tell me?” She wanted to scream, to rail at him and demand answers to how he could rip everything out from under her on one go, but she wouldn’t.
For one thing, he wouldn’t understand. The fact they were standing here having this conversation at all told her that. For another, if she let out some of the pain, it would all come out and she wasn’t about to let that happen.
“After our meeting with Miss Patterson.”
“Why did you pull me into that?”
“She wanted to ask you some questions.”
“Why?” Kayla did her best to stop that one word coming out sounding like the pain-filled cry it was, but she could hear the ragged edges to her voice if he couldn’t.
Andreas winced. “You’re my closest friend.”
“And she interviews your friends?” How invasive was that?
“Yes.”
“What happened to separating personal from business?”
“We’ve managed to stay friends.”
They had until today.
Did he have any idea how arrogant he sounded, or how hurtful his words were? No, of course he didn’t. Andreas was so far removed from human feelings, it was scary sometimes.
“We’re such good friends, you didn’t bother to tell me you wanted to get married. That you’d hired some high-priced matchmaker to make it happen. You didn’t talk over the plan with me, much less the plan to sell our company. Yeah, we’re great friends.” The sarcasm was so thick in her voice there was no way even Mr. Clueless himself could miss it.
“I did tell you about Genevieve.” He frowned, completely ignoring the issue of KJ Software. “Today.”
Kayla felt a headache coming on behind her left eye. “Friends talk about that kind of thing before they do it.”
“How would you know?”
“I just do.” She might not have a lot of friends, but she had more than he did. “I know how to be a friend.”
His green gaze narrowed. “Are you saying I don’t?”
“Unless it comes to throwing money at a problem, I’m going to go with no on this one.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that because I am aware you are upset over the sale of the company.”
How magnanimous of him.
She rubbed her temple. It didn’t help the growing headache. Only one thing would. Ending this conversation. “Bradley would have told me.”
“I pay him well, but not enough to hire Genevieve Patterson’s services. It would not have come up.”
“He doesn’t need them.” When Bradley decided to settle down, he would do things the old-fashioned way. He’d look for someone he loved.
“Is that relevant?”
Her hand tightened around the stylus she’d been using to take notes. “To you? Probably not.”
“Bradley is not my friend. He is my employee.” Andreas grimaced.
“He’ll figure that out right away when he finds out you’re selling the company and making his position redundant.”
“I plan to take Bradley with me.”
She wasn’t surprised, but looked into Andreas’s green gaze for confirmation of his words. Her trust factor was at an all-time low with this man right now. “Into your venture capital firm?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” She wanted Bradley to be okay. And he worked well for Andreas.
Andreas smiled, that winner’s grin. The one he used when he was sure things were going his way. “You’ll have enough from the sale of the company to participate materially in the new company.”
“No.” She’d made plans for the money going public would give her. Changing the source of that windfall to an outright sale wouldn’t change her plans.
“We make a good team.”
“No.”
For the first time, Andreas looked disconcerted. “You haven’t even heard me out.”
“There’s nothing to hear. I’m not interested in changing careers. I love what I do and I plan to keep doing it.”
“You’d start a new business in competition with Hawk? Do I need to remind you that business is not your strong suit?”
Oh, if she were a violent woman! He’d have a hand-sized print on his cheek right now. Just to take that smug look off his face. “No. If I wanted to start my own software development company, I’d find a partner. But I don’t see any reason to leave this one. Sebastian Hawk respects my abilities and I’m sure he realizes that without me, the software development department would be crippled.”
Especially if she took the team with her.
“You have a high opinion of your abilities.”
“You used to too.”
“I still do.”
She didn’t reply to that. In fact, she was done talking. Kayla turned back to her computer and changed a line of code before inserting the new series she’d written over the last hour.
“Kayla.”
“Go away, Andreas.”
“Genevieve wants to meet with you.”
“I don’t know why. Anything she needs to know, she can send me an email.”
“I thought we could meet together.”
Because that went so well the first time around. “Go away, Andreas.”
If she kept saying it, he would eventually obey. Everyone did. Even Andreas.
He said her name again. She ignored him, putting in her earbuds and turning on her favorite work playlist. She began typing.
He stood behind her a lot longer than she expected, but after the second song, he was finally gone.
Kayla’s shoulders sagged and her heart hurt in her chest.
She looked at the computer screen that had been designed to be unreadable by anyone not directly in front of it. It was filled with a series of lines that all said the same thing. “I need you to go away.”
She carefully deleted the dozens of lines saying the same thing, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not get back into programming mode.
She needed to know what her future held, now that she realized it wasn’t going to have Andreas Kostas in it.
She left her development station with the computer with no conduit to the internet and moved to her desk and tablet. It was a lot easier than she expected to find a flight to Sebastian Hawk’s headquarters the following day.
Kayla marked herself as out of the building the next day, canceled the one meeting she had to attend and sent off two emails requesting coverage for the others she wouldn’t be at.
* * *
Andreas swore as he read the gushing but uncompromising email from Genevieve telling him he had to fill out the entire personality and interests form before their next consultation. He’d thought the intake form had asked everything pertinent.
Apparently, the matchmaker did not agree.
If Kayla wasn’t pissed at him, he could have asked for her help. As awkward as she could be socially because of her overly literal mind, she got stuff like this with surprising understanding.
The meeting between her and the matchmaker could have gone worse, but he wasn’t sure how. Both he and Genevieve had gotten Kayla’s back up.
It had been a couple of years since she’d tuned him out with earbuds. But when she did it, there was no point trying to communicate with her.
Kayla had a stubborn streak that could outlast his own when the issue mattered to her.
She was angry he’d decided to sell the company, that she’d learned today in the meeting.
Telling Genevieve his plans to sell before talking to Kayla had been a mistake. He could see that now.
He owed his partner more respect than that.
It was also clear that she believed as his friend, he should have talked to her about hiring the matchmaker ahead of time too.
He didn’t see it.
If anything, Kayla should have realized this was the next step. She was the only person he’d ever shared his plans with, but he had shared them.
A long time ago, when their friendship had included sex and no business partnership.
He didn’t like knowing she was upset with him. Kayla Jones was the only person whose opinion really mattered to him.
Breakfast apology éclairs might be in order tomorrow.
Hell, why not deal with it tonight and take her to dinner at that Vietnamese place she liked?
Kayla wasn’t in the computer lab when he got there and didn’t answer her phone when he called.
She was still ignoring him.
Too bad for her, he wasn’t in the mood to be ignored.
He’d just go by her condo. It wasn’t exactly a trip, a few floors below his penthouse that was double the size of her small one bedroom. At least she’d moved into his building and out of the hopeless apartment in an unacceptable part of town.
Forty-five minutes later, he sent a short text. Where the hell are you?
When she didn’t reply in five minutes, he sent another one. I can keep this up all night until your damn phone’s batteries die from all the alerts.
He was surprised when she didn’t reply after that one. Andreas didn’t make idle threats, though. He proceeded to blow her phone up with texts every five minutes, even more shocked when the first few did not elicit a response and moving into downright worried by the time his phone rang forty-five minutes and eight texts later.
“Stop!” Anger and exasperation warred in her shout.
More than a little annoyed himself, he demanded, “Where are you?”
“You’re not my keeper.”
Knowing he did not have to be worried for her safety allowed him to ratchet back on the irritation. He went for calm, rational. “We need to talk.”
“Maybe you should have thought of that little thing before this minute, you think?”
“We would have talked this afternoon if you hadn’t thrown a hissy fit and stormed out of my office.” Okay, maybe not so calm.
“That? Was not a hissy fit. I do not lose my cool, storm anywhere and I never throw fits, hissy or otherwise.” Oh, hell. Her voice had gone cold and devoid of emotion, like it did when she was protecting herself.
He didn’t like thinking she felt the need to protect herself from him. “Be reasonable, Kayla. You’re blowing this all out of proportion.”
“What exactly? The fact you’re planning to take my home away because that wife pimp says you need to?”
“I’m not doing anything with your condo.”
“Don’t play the idiot!” Kayla’s shout stunned him into silence.
She was right; she didn’t lose her cool. The only time he’d ever heard her raise her voice was when they used to sleep together. And no matter how good a lover he was, the times she let herself go enough to scream were few. Allowing himself to remember their sexual past was not productive, as he had learned early on after taking her on as a business partner.
He could not afford that kind of distraction from his goals.
Right now, his goal was figuring out what was going on with his best friend. “Kayla?”
“I’m taking the day off tomorrow.” The even tone of her voice after that primal scream of pain was almost worse than the shout itself.
“Why?”
“I have things to do.”
“What things?”
“How did your wife pimp put it? None of your business, Andreas.”
“Kayla, stop it. I don’t know what has gotten into you—”
The low beep that indicated the call had been ended interrupted Andreas. Damn it. She should know he wouldn’t sell the company without an after plan for both of them.
He hadn’t expected her to want to go into venture capitalism herself, not really, but she was brilliant at computer code and not just that related to security. Kayla would be a stellar value add as an adviser and contributor of modified or original programming for any company he might be interested in investing in.
Once she calmed down, she’d see that.
Until then, he should probably make sure she got both “I’m sorry” éclairs and coffee from her favorite bistro in the morning.
He’d drop them off on his way to work. Maybe he should reorganize his morning so they could spend a couple of hours together.
They hadn’t had off time together in a while.
It was just that spending time with her away from work came with temptations he had to fight. The uncontrollable passion they’d once shared had to be kept locked up tight. That kind of attraction didn’t lead to anything good. It was exactly what had been his mother’s downfall and the reason his father, whom even Andreas could acknowledge was generally an honest, if bullheaded man, had an illicit affair.
Keeping their past firmly in the past should have grown easier as the years progressed, but the opposite was true. Andreas found himself admiring Kayla in a very personal, very sexual way at the least convenient times.
But he could not allow his own weakness to damage their friendship. He’d worked too hard to find a place in his life for her more permanent that bed partner.
* * *
Kayla turned on her phone as she stepped off the commercial flight into the tunnel leading to the JFK airport. One long beep indicated multiple text messages and another different tone told her she had at least one voice mail.
She looked for someplace to step out of the flow of busy foot traffic and spied an area set aside for business travelers to work. Making her way across the wide hallway, Kayla barely missed bumping into a woman pushing a stroller at a faster clip than Kayla usually jogged.
A man in sweats and sandals bumped into Kayla, knocking her right against a wall. She waved away his hurried apologies, more bothered by the idea of having to talk to a stranger than the sore spot on her shoulder from hitting the wall.
Kayla hated traveling alone and missed Andreas’s commanding presence that always seemed to create an opening, no matter how many people crowded the walkways. The traitor.
Kayla’s phone buzzed as she reached the relative safety of the business area. She grabbed it and was relieved to see Hawk Security. She’d emailed Sebastian Hawk the night before, but hadn’t heard back and wasn’t even sure he’d be able to work her into his schedule.
Kayla answered quickly. “Hello.”
“Miss Jones?” a female voice asked.
“Yes, this is Kayla Jones.”
“I’m calling for Sebastian Hawk.”
Her gut clenched with both hope and trepidation. “Yes?”
After telling the secretary that Kayla was in New York now, she learned Sebastian Hawk wasn’t, but was expected back that night. And while he always spent his first day back from any business trip with his family, he could fit her in for a lunchtime meeting the day after.
“That would be great.” She made no effort to curb the enthusiasm she felt from showing in her voice. She was grateful and she let it show. Her home was on the line and even if Sebastian Hawk didn’t know it, Kayla did.
“If you’ll give me your email address, I’ll send you the calendar invite.”
“Thank you.” Kayla recited her particulars, thinking Sebastian Hawk’s secretary might actually be as organized as Bradley.
Kayla ended the call and looked around the airport, wondering what she was going to do with two days of no work and for the first time in six years. Deciding to check her other messages, she discovered that Andreas had texted her multiple times. Bradley had texted her twice and there were three voice mails. At least one of those was from someone besides Bradley and Andreas.
Kayla listened to the voice mail from the project lead on the revamp of their school security software. Ten seconds into the message, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or cry.
Not that Kayla cried anymore. Crying never changed anything and it gave her a headache.
Her project lead was calling on behalf of Bradley, who was basically begging her to save his sanity by calling Andreas.
Kayla shook her head, but she dialed Andreas’s private number.
He picked up on the first ring. “Where the hell are you?” His voice boomed across the line, laced with a heavy dose of worry.
“I told you I was taking the day off.”
“You weren’t home this morning when I stopped by.”
“So? Maybe I spent the night in someone else’s bed.” She wasn’t sure why she said it, but she didn’t regret the words.
Dead silence met her words and Kayla even checked her phone to make sure the call hadn’t dropped.
“Andreas?” she finally prompted.
“You don’t sleep with strangers. Hell, you don’t even talk to them.”
“Casual sex doesn’t require a long conversation.”
“You would know this how?” he demanded.
“You sound like a jealous lover.” And while they might have been lovers at one time, he’d never been jealous.
He’d been very careful to explain that while he expected monogamy, it wasn’t because they were in a romantic relationship. It had been a matter of health safety.
“I sound like a concerned friend.”
“I’m an adult.”
“Who won’t tell me where you are.”
“You don’t need to know my every move.”
“You are being obstinate.”
“I’m—” was all she could get out before Andreas interrupted her.
“What the hell are you doing in New York?”
“How do you know where I am?”
“I used the locator function on your phone.” Which he hadn’t been able to do while she’d had it off on the plane.
“I didn’t give you the code so you could track me like an errant child.”
“I did no such thing.”
“What would you call it?”
“A concerned friend and business partner.”
“Well, now you know where I am.”
“But not why you are there.”
“Why do you think, Andreas?”
“You’re meeting with Hawk?”
“Yes.”
“But he’s out of country.”
“Until tonight.”
“You only took one day off.”
“I’ll be taking the rest of the week off.”
“What? You can’t do that!” The genuine shock in Andreas’s voice was laughable.
The fact he was shouting would have alarmed her if she wasn’t numb. “In fact, I can.”
“You never have before.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
“What are you going to do with Hawk out of town?”
“Whatever I want. I’m taking a page out of your book.”
“I don’t take time off without notice.”
“You’re selling the company, that’s the biggest abandonment I can think of.”
“I’m not abandoning anything. Part of the purchase agreement between Hawk and myself is a guarantee of employment for the current employees, provided their performance continues to meet expectations.”
“How nice.”
“You didn’t need to meet with him to confirm that,” he said, sounding hurt.
“I’m not meeting with Hawk to make sure the other employees have jobs on the other side of this buyout.”
“Then why are you meeting him?”
“To make plans for my future.”
“I already have plans for your future!”
“How interesting, since you haven’t brought any up to me.”
“I did. I want you to go into business with me again.”
“No.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do.” She’d never meant anything more.
He must have heard the conviction in her voice, because Andreas didn’t come back with an instant rejoinder.
“You’ve made plans for your future and your bride pimp is so right. They are not my business, but my future and the plans I make for it are mine.”
“She was wrong.”
“Maybe you should have told her that and I would believe you.”
“I do not lie.”
“You just keep things from me. Important things.”
“I told you, I was going to talk to you about it.”
“If my opinion, much less my feelings, mattered, you would have talked to me before you talked to Sebastian Hawk.” Before he hired Genevieve.
“Is that why you insist on meeting with him? Paying me back?”
“I’m not that petty. This is about my survival.” As the words came out of her mouth, she realized how very true they were.
Andreas wouldn’t understand. As hard as it had been to lose his mother, as much as he despised his father’s hypocrisies, Andreas had never been without a home to call his own. He had not been a three-year-old little girl left in the bathroom of a truck stop. He didn’t know what it was to have his entire world ripped out from under his feet, not once, but twice before reaching the age of eighteen.
If he did, he wouldn’t be selling the company that gave Kayla her first sense of belonging and security since the death of the foster mother who had coaxed Kayla back to speech.
“I would not leave you without resources. Have I not proven that to you?”
“No. You’ve pretty much proved the opposite, Andreas.” Pain coalesced in her throat, making it tight.
But she would not cry.
“No, Kayla...that is not what this is about.”
“I have to go, Andreas.”
“To do what?”
“Get a clue, Mr. Almighty Kostas. My life is none of your business anymore.”
“Why? What is really going on here?”
“I’m dumping a relationship that is toxic to me.”
“I am not toxic. I am your friend.”
She couldn’t take another word, not without losing it, and she hadn’t lost control of her emotions in years.
“Goodbye, Andreas.”
She ended the call before he could reply. Now she just had to check into a hotel. Then she was going to do something. She didn’t know what, but her time of waiting for Andreas Kostas to wake up and realize they were meant to be each other’s family was over.
They weren’t even friends, no matter what she’d always thought. If they had been, she’d have known he planned to buy a wife.
* * *
Andreas heard that ominous beep that indicated Kayla had hung up on him again and shouted, “Bradley!”
His PA came rushing into the office. “Yes, boss?”
“Get me to New York right the hell now. Charter a jet, whatever it takes.”
“On it.” Bradley turned to go.
“Keep tracking Kayla’s phone.”
Bradley waved his hand in acknowledgment.
“And find out what hotel Kayla is staying at. Book me a room beside hers. I don’t care if they have to move other guests. Make it happen.” He heard his father’s voice coming out of his mouth and for the first time in Andreas Kostas’s life, realizing a similarity with Greek shipping tycoon Barnabas Georgas didn’t bother him.
If it took acting like an arrogant bastard to handle this situation, then arrogant bastard he would become.
(#u563559fe-7e65-5941-8dc8-7eec71983324)CHAPTER THREE (#u563559fe-7e65-5941-8dc8-7eec71983324)
PUSHING HER SUNGLASSES up on her head, Kayla laid her driver’s license down in front of the desk clerk at the hotel on Times Square she’d made reservations at before she’d left Portland. “I know it’s not 3:00 p.m. yet, but I was hoping a room could be found for me.”
She’d booked a single with no frills and didn’t care what floor they put her on. Unlike Andreas, Kayla didn’t care if she got concierge level with turndown service. She just wanted some time in her room to unwind away from other people. She fully intended to turn off her phone too. No interruptions between her and her thoughts.
And maybe even a nap. There was a first time for everything.
The desk clerk typed something, presumably Kayla’s name, into the computer, then straightened her shoulders. “Oh, yes, Miss Jones. Your room is available immediately if you like.”
“That’s great.” After her conversation with Andreas, she was feeling drained. The cross-continental flight hadn’t helped either.
The young woman waved at the concierge and suddenly there was a bellhop there ready to take Kayla’s bag.
“Oh, I can get that.”
“Let me, Miss Jones, please,” the smartly dressed man who looked more like an extra in a mob movie than a bellhop said.
Kayla shrugged. She wasn’t sure what it was about her pale melon wrap skirt and gray tank under a dark melon hi-lo knit jacket that said “wealthy lady who needs help” to the bellhop. Her comfy travel sandals weren’t even from the designer side of her closet, but Kayla wasn’t going to argue about it.
She just hoped she had appropriate cash in her Michael Kors backpack for the tip.
When the bellhop used Kayla’s key to access the upper floor of the hotel, she got an inkling that he wasn’t taking her to the original room she’d booked herself. When they got off on the top floor, she was sure of it. The smell of roses when she entered a spacious sitting area of what was obviously a superluxurious two-bedroom suite had Kayla cursing Andreas’s name.
The bastard. He’d had Bradley change her reservations. Of course he had. The Greek tycoon was a control freak of the highest magnitude. And he was on his way to New York. Of course he was. Obviously, he intended to stay in the beautifully decorated suite with Kayla.
Andreas wouldn’t see any problem with that. He hadn’t been carrying a torch for Kayla for six long, interminable years.
She shouldn’t be surprised. She really shouldn’t. This was just like something the overbearing Greek tycoon would do.
Only she was. What did he think he was doing?
He had meetings. Much more important than hers. And a bride to find. And a matchmaker to make happy. And Kayla’s darn business to stay the heck out of!
That last was the most important.
She was here to establish the rest of her life without Andreas Kostas in it. Didn’t he realize that?
Maybe he did.
Cold chills washed down her body.
Maybe he wasn’t as ready to let go of their friendship as she was.
Well, he was going to have to get over that little problem. He’d had a total of eight years, two of which included amazing sex, to figure out that they could be something more. What had the idiot done, though? He’d gone and hired a matchmaker, that was what!
He’d decided to sell Kayla’s home! Her one place she felt safe.
Well, she wasn’t putting up with that. He could go off and get married and have all the business challenges he wanted. Kayla might even come to the wedding, but they were done. Done as business partners. Done as best friends.
Just done.
When the bellhop asked what room to place her bag in, Kayla waved at the one on the left. She didn’t care. What did it matter? This room, no matter how swank, was no more sanctuary than her condo back in Portland. The only sanctuary she had was her office and lab back at KJ Software and she wasn’t going to lose that.
Kayla grabbed her phone out of her bag and tossed it onto the table.
To heck with staying here and waiting for Andreas to show up. She was going out.
She looked down at herself. Right. First stop, the Garment District. Shopping cured a lot of frustration. At least it did when you had money, and ever since she’d started working for KJ Software, Kayla’s bank account had never been empty like back in the days when she’d been alone in the world without the company.
She was in a small start-up designer’s boutique, trying on a dress that hugged her curves in a way that would require another layer. Maybe a jacket? A long vest? But it was her signature color. The perfect shade of melon in a ruched silk that made Kayla’s breasts look a cup size larger and her bottom look like it was padded.
She turned to get another angle from the three-way mirror when a sound of masculine appreciation came from her left.
“Very nice.”
She spun to face a blond who looked vaguely familiar. “Thank you, but I think it needs a long vest.”
“To hide that gorgeous body? I don’t think so.” Blue eyes tracked her with heated approval that managed to feel like a compliment and not something smarmy.
Still, she rolled her eyes. “Are you trying to pick me up?”
He laughed, the sound genuine and amused. “I haven’t noticed anyone giving you the attention you deserve.”
“You’re saying you noticed I’m alone.”
“Yes.”
“A woman can shop alone.”
“Could you please tell my sister that? She insists not.”
A young woman who also looked familiar in that way people do who could be celebrity doppelgängers said, “You like shopping.”
“In women’s clothing boutiques?” the flirtatious man demanded.
The younger woman laughed. “Okay, maybe not so much. Anyway, Chantal is coming, so you’re off the hook. BTW, that dress looks killer. You’ve got to buy it.”
Kayla looked back at the mirror. She did like the dress. She nodded. “I think I will.”
Mr. Blue Eyes gave her another appreciative look. “Wear it tonight when we go out.”
“You are trying to pick me up!” Kayla laughed, not at all offended.
He was too charming and good-looking. Besides, his sister was there. Said sister exclaimed, “Oh, you’ve got to go out with him, everyone wants to be seen with Jacob.”
“Why? Is he somebody famous?” Kayla joked.
Jacob put a hand to his heart and staggered back, like he’d taken a shot. “I’m hurt. You don’t recognize me?”
“You look familiar. Does that make you feel better?”
His sister burst into gales of laughter. “Oh, this is fabulous. The one woman in New York who doesn’t know who you are.” She whipped out her phone. “Just wait until my followers hear about this.”
Kayla frowned. “I’m starting to feel like I’m really missing something here.”
“I’m the lead in...” He named a new and rising-in-popularity Broadway production. “And the brat doing the tweeting? She’s my twin, but she’s also a famous model. Just ask her.”
The beautiful younger woman put her phone where Kayla could see the screen. “It’s true. See? I have over a million Twitter followers.”
“I’m a software designer. I don’t get out much,” Kayla muttered.
Both Jacob and his sister laughed, clearly more amused than offended.
“So, you’ll let me show you my city?” Jacob asked persuasively.
His supermodel sister grinned and winked. “Oh, do say yes. It’s been an age since he’s been out with anyone who wasn’t a total sycophant.”
She didn’t want to go back to the hotel, where Andreas would be soon. “Maybe I will.”
“Maybe we can start our evening early.” Jacob jumped onto Kayla’s tentative agreement.
“I hate to break it to you, but I’m not done shopping.”
“I make a great shopping buddy.” He smiled engagingly. “Just ask my sister.”
“He really does,” said the woman, still very busy with her smartphone.
And that was how Kayla found herself spending the next several hours in the very pleasant company of a Broadway star. It was kind of amazing. Other than a couple of people asking for Jacob’s autograph, people mostly left him alone. New Yorkers took his presence and even Kayla’s with him in stride.
“Do you want to stop at your hotel and get ready to go out?” he asked solicitously later.
No, she really didn’t, not and risk running into Andreas. Kayla’s backpack had everything she needed besides the clothes and shoes she’d bought while out shopping.
“It might make more sense to get ready at your place so you could get ready at the same time,” she offered.
“I like the way you think.”
He put the arm not carrying packages for her around her shoulder. “Don’t take that as some kind of invitation.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” The laughter in Jacob’s voice mocked her.
But Kayla smiled anyway.
Jacob lived in an older, secure building, not far from the theater district. Jacob came out of the bedroom dressed in designer jeans that showed off his manly assets in delicious ways and a white silk shirt.
He approached Kayla, who had changed into the new dress in his tiny bathroom and applied makeup before pulling her tight curls into a messy bun on top of her head. Masculine approval glowed in his blue eyes. “You look amazing, Kayla.”
“Thank you.”
Jacob put his hands on her shoulders, intent unmistakable in his eyes.
Pounding on his door startled them both. Jacob jumped back. “What the hell?”
“Open the damn door,” Andreas bellowed from the other side.
Kayla gasped. “Andreas.”
More pounding. “I know you are in there, Kayla. Tarkent, open this door!”
Jacob’s last name was Tarkent?
“Do you know who that is?” Jacob asked.
“My boss.”
“Your boss?” Jacob asked. “Not your boyfriend.”
“No. Boss.”
“He sounds like a pissed-off lion.”
The door shook with the force of Andreas’s pounding. “Kayla!”
“Um, yeah.”
“Do I open it or call the police?”
“I wouldn’t call the police.” She’d never seen Andreas in this mood. She didn’t know what he was capable of, but she did know theater productions needed backers and backers meant money and Andreas knew how to manipulate money.
“Are you afraid of him?”
“Afraid of him?” Sudden fury filled Kayla and she marched to the door. “The day I’m afraid of Andreas Kostas is the day I stop being Kayla Jones. I am not afraid of that man, or any other man, Jacob Tarkent.”
She threw the locks and yanked the door open. Then stood there, her arms crossed, glaring at her boss, not moving one inch backward.
Andreas had to pull his hand back from another set of furious pounding. “There you are.”
“Here I am. The question is, what the heck are you doing here, Andreas? I don’t believe you were invited on this date.”
“You can’t go on a date with him. You don’t know him!” Andreas looked as disheveled as Kayla had seen him in a very long time. His tie had been loosened to dangle away from his collar, the first button on his shirt undone. His hair looked like he’d been running his fingers through it, his face showing the signs that he’d missed his second shave of the day.
“I met his sister. I spent the day with him. I’m fine.”
“You are not fine.” Andreas managed to maneuver his way into the apartment. “You are coming back to the hotel with me and we are talking.”
“I am going on a date with Jacob. Then if I want to I am spending the night with him. If I come back to the hotel, whenever that might be, you can explain to me how you found me here.” She turned to face Andreas, bothered by the fact that he was now inside Jacob’s apartment and that had not been Kayla’s intention at all.
“He had to have set private investigators on you. They probably found you through my sister’s tweets,” Jacob said.
“Did you?” Kayla demanded, fury riding her like it hadn’t in years.
Andreas’s cheeks burnished red in admission of guilt. “I am not leaving you here,” he insisted stubbornly, without bothering to answer the accusation.
Jacob came up beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders possessively. “You are not invited on our date.”
Andreas’s jaw twitched.
Kayla wanted to feel something at having an attractive man’s arm around her, some spark of desire and sexual appreciation. She didn’t. She didn’t even feel truly comfortable. If she wasn’t so annoyed with Andreas and wanting to make a point, Kayla would have stepped away from Jacob’s hold for her own sense of peace.
“Kayla, you and I need to talk.” Andreas had that tone and expression he used when he was trying very hard to be reasonable but was a nanosecond away from losing his Greek temper.
“Not tonight,” she denied.
“I canceled everything.”
“Funny. I did the same thing. Only I’m on vacation time. Do you know what that means, Andreas?”
“No,” he gritted out.
Andreas Kostas was a man who disliked not having all the answers. Who was she kidding? He hated not having just one answer out of a hundred questions. The man defined overachieving perfectionist.
“Oh, I know the answer to this one,” Jacob drawled, not realizing what dangerous waters he was swimming into. “It means, Mr. Armani-Suited Businessman, she’s not obliged to spend her off-hours with you. Talking or otherwise.”
“Kayla is not merely my employee, she is my business partner.”
Kayla snorted at that stretching of the reality of their situation.
“Am I lying?” Andreas demanded, his voice gone dangerously soft.
“Can I stop you from selling the company?” she demanded back.
Andreas’s face went stiff, the color draining from his naturally olive complexion. “It is not uncommon for one partner to have controlling interest.”
“Ninety-five percent is more than simple controlling interest.” Her 5 percent still gave her leverage, though. With Sebastian Hawk, if not with Andreas.
“We built that company together.”
“I used to believe that too. Until you decided on your own to sell it.”
Jacob’s arm fell from around her waist as he moved to stand between Kayla and Andreas. “As fascinating as all this business talk is, I get one night off per week and I plan to spend it showing Kayla the best side of my city.”
“That is not going to happen.” Andreas’s tone had gone hard and icy.
Kayla could hear the warning in it if Jacob couldn’t.
“That’s not your decision to make,” the Broadway actor said to prove his deafness.
Kayla almost groaned.
Andreas turned the full weight of his glacial green gaze on the other man for the first time since arriving at his apartment. “You would be smart to stay out of this.”
“Are you threatening me?” Jacob asked, sounding unimpressed.
Andreas stepped forward so he towered over the other man. “My suit is bespoke, not Armani, and if you knew the difference, you might understand that I would make a very unpleasant enemy.”
Kayla laid her hand on Jacob’s arm before he could reply. “Don’t. He’s right. He’s talking about major money, Jacob.”
“I don’t care about his money, Kayla.”
She smiled up at the actor, really liking the man, wishing again she felt even an inkling of sexual attraction to go with the liking, something that would make fighting Andreas worth it. But she wasn’t putting Jacob’s career at risk for principle alone.
“No, I know. You’re a special guy. Good to your sister. Fun.”
Andreas made a displeased sound.
Kayla ignored him. “I would have enjoyed tonight more than I think either of us could imagine.”
“I’m an actor, I have a great imagination.” Jacob’s drawl was only slightly less suggestive than his wink.
She laughed. “I bet, but if I go with you, he’s just going to follow us around. He’ll figure out a way to ruin our evening.” To ruin Jacob’s career, or at least his current role.
“That sounds like pretty stalkerish behavior for a boss.”
“He used to be my best friend.”
“Until when?” Jacob asked, with surprising insight and compassion.
“Until yesterday morning when he told me he was selling our company out from under me.”
Andreas made a sound that could have been hurt, but Kayla refused to look at him.
Jacob nodded. “I’m sorry.”
“Thank you. For what it’s worth, I was really looking forward to tonight.”
“I don’t think it was going to end like I was hoping, though.” There was no accusation in Jacob’s tone, just rueful disappointment.
She shrugged, but she couldn’t lie. “Probably not.”
“It would not,” Andreas butted in with his obnoxious Greek hobnailed boots. “She doesn’t do casual sex.”
She rounded on him. “You are such an ass.”
“And you are the best woman I know. Apprizing Jacob of the fact you are one of the best women he has had the honor of meeting is not a bad thing.”
Kayla stared at Andreas, speechless.
Jacob burst out laughing. “You are one clueless bastard, aren’t you?”
“I am a brilliant businessman.” The bewildered offense in Andreas’s tone was almost funny.
Jacob pulled Kayla to him and laid a screen-worthy lip-lock on her. “It really was a pleasure meeting you, Kayla Jones. If you can get away from your boss while you’re in town, call and we’ll do something.”
She grinned. “I will.”
Andreas glowered at Jacob the entire time Kayla collected her things, giving the actor one-word answers to his conversational forays, if the Greek deigned to answer at all.
Andreas put his hand out imperiously for her bags. “Let me help you.”
“I’m fine.”
He didn’t bother to argue, just waited for her to pass the packages over. Andreas had an innate sense of courtesy that her own sense of independence had never been able to win against.
He somehow managed to get between her and Jacob so the other man could not kiss her again before they left either, all the while avoiding shaking the actor’s hand in farewell because of the packages Andreas had taken from Kayla.
“You think you’re a slick operator, don’t you?” she demanded as they rode the elevator downward.
“I know what I want.”
“Really? What part of what you want has you in New York right now, Andreas? Because I really don’t understand. You want to sell the company? I can’t stop you. You want the bride pimp to find you a wife? I’m pretty sure that’s not going to happen while you’re here. So, what purpose is you being here going to serve?”
“I’m here for you,” he said, like it should be obvious.
“But why?”
He didn’t answer. Not in the elevator, not when they walked out onto the crowded New York streets, not when they got into the cab he hailed. In fact, Andreas remained stubbornly mute until the cab stopped in front of their hotel, where instead of letting her out, he imperiously waved at the doorman.
The man came over and Andreas handed over Kayla’s packages with instructions for taking them up to the suite along with a generous tip.
“Where are we going?” she asked when Andreas got back in the cab.
“You were going to dinner. I would not deprive you of nourishment.”
“We could have ordered room service.”
“You were looking forward to a night out on the town.”
Was he kidding? “Not with you.”
“We are still friends, Kayla.”
“I’m not sure we are, Andreas.” It hurt to say.
The tightening of his jaw said he didn’t like hearing it either. “Do no say that.”
“Don’t pretend like it matters to you.”
“Of course it matters!” he roared.
Kayla jumped, shocked. Andreas did no lose his temper. Not with her. Not like this.
“Six years ago, you told me how much I mattered to you. I was just too desperate to believe something else.”
“What? What are you talking about six years ago?” He turned to face her in the back seat of the cab, green gazed laser-like focus entirely on Kayla. “I thought you were angry about the meeting yesterday.”
Kayla could feel the tears at the back of her throat, burning in her eyes. “I did too, but it’s all part of the same thing, isn’t it? I’ve never been more than a means to an end to you. What I don’t understand is why you’re here, why you tracked me down to Jacob’s apartment, why you had to ruin my night with him. I guess I’ve never really known you, have I? I never thought you were petty.”
“Petty?” Andreas demanded in a near roar. “The only reason that damn playboy still has his coveted role on Broadway is because he tried to protect a woman I care about very much.”
“You don’t care about me. You have never cared about me.” Of that one fact Kayla was absolutely certain.
She’d been the piece of the puzzle Andreas needed to get his business off the ground. The brain behind the software to make the dream a reality so he could thumb his nose at Barnabas Georgas and prove that Andreas Kostas didn’t need his father’s money or his name, or anything else from the family that had hurt him so much.
“Turn this cab around!” Andreas sounded as out of control as she’d ever heard him, his big body fairly vibrating with stress.
“What do you mean?” The cabbie’s hand gestured wildly. “I can’t do no U-turn. This is a one-way street, buddy.”
“Take us back to the hotel,” Andreas demanded in only slightly lower decibels.
Kayla crossed her arms over her chest and glared. “I thought we were going out to dinner.”
“We are not having this conversation in front of a room full of strangers.”
“Sounds more like a fight from where I’m sitting,” the cabbie piped in.
Andreas ignored him and shook his head at Kayla. “You don’t understand.”
“On that we agree.”
He didn’t look calmed by that acknowledgment. The silence between them on the ride back to the hotel seethed with resentment and things left unsaid.
Kayla was terrified that after tonight the only person she’d considered family wouldn’t be anything but a bad memory. But if she was right, if her place in his life was what she thought it was, that was all he’d been for six years and she’d been fooling herself all along.
(#u563559fe-7e65-5941-8dc8-7eec71983324)CHAPTER FOUR (#u563559fe-7e65-5941-8dc8-7eec71983324)
ANDREAS HADN’T BEEN this out of control since his father had come storming into Andreas’s life, demanding he move to Greece, forcing him to use the Georgas name, pretending it meant something that they were blood.
When it hadn’t meant anything at all. He’d hated being a Georgas. Hated living in that mausoleum mansion that had been the family home for generations.
Formally recognized as heir to the Georgas shipping empire, Andreas had been trained to his father’s likeness, all the while planning his escape.
He’d wanted nothing of the man who could so callously discard the woman who had loved him with her whole heart. Melia Kostas had been an amazing mother who had not allowed a broken heart or the rejection of her family to stop her from raising her son to believe he had value and that he was worth every sacrifice she’d had to make to give him a different life.
She’d immigrated to America, only to die when Andreas was a teen, leaving the door open for Barnabas, that bastard, to come swooping in. That was the one time in Andreas’s life that he’d felt completely helpless. He’d done a lot of yelling before settling down to plan.
Not until today had he felt so completely at the whim of another again. He had not felt such fear since the day his father had him physically carried onto the Georgas private jet and forced to fly to Greece against his will. Kayla leaving Portland, leaving Andreas, had paralyzed him. They were a team. Didn’t she realize that?
Clearly not.
Never was his temper so close to the surface, so beyond his control.
But seeing that playboy actor’s lips on his Kayla’s face? That had made Andreas see red. She deserved better.
Kayla Jones deserved the best.
Maybe once Andreas was settled down with a wife who would complete his revenge plan on his father, he would hire Genevieve to find Kayla her own Prince Charming. A man who would care for her like she deserved. Someone who could appreciate the rare gem that she was.
Not some damn New York actor just looking to add another beautiful notch to his bedpost.
Andreas shifted in his seat, trying to control his urge to demand Kayla explain her remark about six years ago. It wasn’t just a restaurant full of strangers he didn’t want witnessing their very private conversation.
Andreas had no intention of giving their nosy cabbie any more fodder for his curiosity.
When they arrived at the hotel, Andreas waited on the sidewalk for Kayla to scoot out of the back seat. He would usually go ahead of her, trusting her to follow, but in her current state, he wasn’t taking anything for granted.
She stopped in front of him, tugging the hem of her sexy little dress down. It hugged every curve, reminding him of how beautiful she was, that no other woman had ever measured up to the perfection of Kayla Jones since that first day he’d seen her across the quad at university.
He shoved those thoughts away. “Are you ready to go inside?”
“Do I have a choice?” she asked, 100 percent attitude.
Rather than grab her, he shoved his hands into his pockets. “You act like I’m some kind of tyrant.”
“Do I need to remind you of the events of the last hour?” she asked in that sarcastic tone that made him want to do things he’d made himself forget.
He forced an even tone. “None of which would have happened if you had been waiting in the suite when I arrived.”
“That was not going to happen.”
“So, you wanted to go shopping.” It had not surprised him to find out she was in the garment district. Kayla liked to shop when she was stressed. She’d worked out a few knotty computer codes with “shopping therapy,” as she called it. It was discovering she was with Jacob Tarkent that had Andreas’s blood pressure spiking. “Did you have to pick up a date?”
Kayla stepped past him with a saucy sway of her sexy hips. “He picked me up.”
“I figured.” Andreas followed, forcing himself to ignore the way her dress and attitude were affecting his libido.
He had six years’ experience ignoring these sexual urges. It shouldn’t be so damn hard.
“So? I’m single. It’s allowed.”
“You are in a strange city. He could have been anyone.”
“But he’s not.”
“No.” As soon as he’d known whom she was with, he’d had a background check run on Jacob Tarkent, by Hawk’s company coincidentally.
They were very thorough and fast.
“So, you knew I was safe.”
He put his hand on her arm, stopping them outside the doors to the hotel. “You didn’t.” And that was the damned point, even if she wanted to ignore it.

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