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Intimate Betrayal
Donna Hill
Reese Delaware is an investigative reporter with a burning desire to seek the truth. But one story eludes her–her own.Fifteen years before, she survived a tragic accident that robbed her of her family and left her with missing memories of her life. Now, determined to succeed despite the past, she accepts an assignment to profile Maxwell Knight, the millionaire computer wizard who is also fleeing a shadowy past of his own. The attraction between them is powerful, sparking a desire neither can deny. But it isn't until they have gone beyond professional boundaries and come closer to surrendering to a need greater than their willpower that Maxwell and Reese begin to uncover the shattering secret that links their lives.
Intimate Betrayal
Dear Reader,
Thank you for picking up Intimate Betrayal. This sexy, suspenseful novel was the first of three of my novels to be made into a TV movie. The lead roles were portrayed by actors Monica Calhoun and Khalil Kain, who brought the characters Reese Delaware and Maxwell Knight to life. The heat between these lovers sizzles from their very first meeting. It’s one of the reasons I’m so glad that Harlequin has reissued Intimate Betrayal, so that even more readers can enjoy this sexy couple.
If this is your second time reading this novel or if it’s the first, I hope you love each and every twist and turn, and be sure to keep a glass of cold water nearby!
Happy reading,
Donna
Intimate Betrayal
Donna Hill
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To all my wonderful readers who have faithfully
kept me in print for 21 years! You all are awesome.
Donna
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Epilogue
Prologue
New York
Methodically, he paced the spacious confines of his posh mid-town Manhattan office, as stealthily as a caged black panther. His movements were smooth, controlled, precise—as was every aspect of his life.
One large hand was hidden in the pocket of his imported navy blue slacks, the other absently caressing the silken hairs of his ebony mustache.
On the surface, it appeared that Maxwell Knight was simply contemplating another brilliant computer innovation. That was on the surface. Beneath the inscrutable facade, turmoil and a sense of his life spinning out of control built steadily within him, growing in intensity.
His usually smooth, bronze-toned brow was furrowed in a maze of concentration. The last half hour of verbal volleyball with his Board of Directors had his sharply honed six-foot-three-inch frame coiled with tension—ready to spring at the slightest provocation.
He turned toward the floor-to-ceiling window, the expanse of the New York skyline spread out before him. From the ninety-fifth floor, Maxwell usually felt on top of the world, able to conquer anything or anyone. This unprecedented sense of futility over his own destiny filled him with an emotion he could not grasp.
At thirty-three, he had accomplished what many only dreamed of—read about—wished for. The existence of M.K. Enterprises—his self-named corporation—and his wizardry with computer programming had catapulted him into the limelight, the one place he had no desire to be. He guarded his privacy with a voracious tenacity. If anyone wanted to know about the M.K. behind M.K. Enterprises, they could read about it in the company’s annual report, he felt. There was no reason to interview him. No reason to delve into his life—open doors that were best kept closed. But his development of the computer chip that was touted to revolutionize the speed of computer processing had set off a series of events that were no longer stoppable.
The Board had voted unanimously to take the company public, and he had agreed. But in order to make M.K.’s entry into the stock market an unquestionable success, they had also voted—against his wishes—to give the public what they’d craved for more than five years, an in-depth interview with Maxwell Knight, boy wonder.
His firm, smooth jaw clenched as he drew a deep contemplative breath. Something other than notoriety prompted the actions of the Board. They’d never given a damn in the past whether or not the company made headlines. These months prior to their launch into the market were crucial and best kept secret. Now was not the time to have some reporter following him around. If word leaked out, there would be hell to pay. Turning away from the window, his dark, almond-shaped eyes that curved slightly upward at the tips—the single trait that hinted at his mixed heritage—gazed upon the magazine he’d tossed on his desk.
Looking at it now, his misgivings, no matter how irrational, ignited anew. Phillip Hart, the publisher of Visions Magazine, had hounded him for months to give them the exclusive rights to an interview. Until today, Maxwell had been able to deny him.
The face of Barack Obama stared back at him from the cover. Yes, it was true that Visions had a stellar reputation in the industry. It was also true that it staked that reputation on getting beyond the surface of its subjects. Some of the biggest names in the journalism industry had written for Visions. That wasn’t the issue for Maxwell. The issue was, he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out what they might uncover.
Chicago
Reese Delaware was the type of woman who could charm a zebra right out of its stripes. Her powers of persuasion bordered on being lethal in a totally seductive way. She knew it and used her charm, wit and feminine wiles as easily as she breathed. Today was no exception. She was determined to convince the bull-headed editor of Visions Magazine that she could handle the interview of a lifetime even if it turned into another two hours of tug-of-war.
Many before her had tried and failed to get an exclusive with Maxwell Knight. Reese had no delusions of being among that group.
“Mr. Hart,” Reese crooned in her distinctly throaty voice, tipped with southern charm. “If I say I can do something—I can.” She gave him a long, slow look from startling amber eyes. Inwardly, she smiled as she watched the flush of crimson rise from his neck and mottle his face. She recrossed her long milk-chocolate legs.
Phillip Hart cleared his throat. He’d bumped heads with hundreds of hungry journalists over the years. He had yet to meet one who could compare with Reese Delaware. There was something that drove her, almost possessed her, to squeeze out every imaginable detail in a story. He’d already made up his mind to give her this assignment, but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to see her use her “skills” to convince him.
“How soon can you be ready to leave for New York?” he asked in monotone, struggling to quell his rising libido.
“As soon as I can pack,” she replied with a calm shrug that belied the rush of adrenaline that pumped through her veins.
Phillip leaned back in his overstuffed leather chair and peered at her from beneath puffy eyelids. He pursed his thin pink lips. “You may just be the person to get this job done right, Ms. Delaware.” He threaded his fingers together. “You have sixty days to get this interview completed and on my desk, with pictures and quotes from the man himself and any and everybody who knows him,” he added, pointing a stubby, cigarette-stained finger at her.
Reese felt like leaping out of her seat and throwing her arms around Phillip Hart’s fat neck. However, she remained outwardly nonplussed, as if the whole discussion couldn’t have gone any differently.
“You’ll have your story, Mr. Hart,” she said, that slow smile easing across her mouth. “And it’ll be the best piece of work you’ve ever read.”
Chapter 1
Maxwell sat behind his desk, his fingers steepled in front of him, his heavily lashed eyes almost closed as he spoke to his secretary, Carmen Valez.
“Have the office managers in the Los Angeles office and in Tokyo be prepared for our arrival,” he instructed in his characteristically soft-spoken modulation.
His heavy baritone tended to sound threatening even in the most innocent of circumstances, Carmen recalled, thinking back to the early years of working with Maxwell. Over the years, he’d trained himself to speak in calm, measured tones, in a pitch so sensual and alluring that his voice seemed to compel the listener to draw closer and do his bidding. It bordered on hypnotic. But just as it could be a soothing balm, it could be as crushing as the blows he’d mastered as a ninth-degree black belt. Carmen was always grateful that his wrath had never been directed at her.
She’d been with Maxwell since he opened the doors of M.K. Enterprises, five years earlier. They’d worked side by side every day for those five years, and sometimes she felt she knew him no better today than she did when she walked in the door. Whatever Maxwell thought or felt about anything that wasn’t job related, he kept to himself. It was rare that he allowed the man inside to show through. She felt privileged to have been the recipient of his inner thoughts on those rare occasions. That didn’t make him unpleasant to work with. On the contrary, he was probably one of the most charming and certainly the most gorgeous man she’d ever worked for. But he never let anyone get beyond the invisible wall he’d erected around himself. She felt sorry for the poor soul assigned to write the article about the enigmatic Maxwell Knight.
“When should I expect the reporter, Maxwell?”
For a fraction of a second, a shadow seemed to pass across his exotic bronzed features. “The Board received a fax this morning stating that a Reese Delaware would be arriving this afternoon,” he replied in a turned-off tone.
“Should I make flight arrangements for Mr. Delaware as well, since you’ll be traveling together?”
“I’m sure Mr. Delaware can make his own arrangements. But should he need some assistance, see what you can do.”
“No problem.” She gazed at him and his eyes met hers. “It’s going to be fine,” she said softly. “Don’t worry so much.”
He waved off her well-meant sentiment. “You know how I feel about this whole business, Carmen. This reporter is going to be a royal pain in the ass, and I’m the one stuck with having to squire him around.” He clenched his jaw in frustration. “Reporters have been the bane of my existence for as long as I can remember. I prefer to stay as far away from those vultures as possible.”
Carmen pressed her lips together to suppress a smile. “At least try to be pleasant.”
Maxwell grumbled something unintelligible deep in his throat.
“Anything else?”
“If you would just check and make sure that the house in San Diego is taken care of and fully stocked, I’d appreciate that. And make whatever accommodations are necessary for the trip to Tokyo.”
“I’ll take care of it right away, and then I’m off to lunch.” Carmen rose to leave.
Slowly Maxwell lowered his hands and placed them on the table, the first time he’d moved since Carmen entered the room. He smiled. “Thank you, Carmen. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Neither do I,” she teased, closing the door gently behind her.
Pushing away from the desk, Maxwell stood. What was he so concerned about? he chastised himself. The reporter was interested in how a seemingly ordinary kid from Maryland had become the leading computer expert in the world, beating out the Microsoft giant by mere months in the development of the ultra-fast processing chip. He was the first black to reach the heights that he’d achieved in the industry. As a result, he continued to be a prime target for newshounds who wanted the “inside story.” What made Maxwell Knight tick?
He sighed, resigning himself to the fact that there wasn’t much he could do about the situation. However, he would not allow access to his private life. He would control the direction of the interview.
He recrossed the highly polished wood floors and around the partition to where his drafting table rested. Slipping out of his taupe jacket, he hung it on the back of the chair and sat down, rolling up one sleeve and then the other. He slid the magnifying lens over the grids on the paper and began to work. Within moments he was immersed in what he loved best, developing computer chip circuits.
The persistent buzzing on his intercom finally jarred him away from his work. Frowning, he checked his watch. “Damn.” He’d been sitting at his desk for three hours straight. In one smooth motion, he hopped down from the stool and reached for the phone that hung on the wall behind him.
“Yes, Carmen.”
“Ah, the reporter from Visions Magazine is here.” Carmen looked across to where Reese Delaware sat.
