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The Millionaire Affair
Sophie Weston
Wealthy Nikolai Ivanov was highly dubious about the provocative young woman his aunt had taken into her luxurious Notting Hill home.Wayward one second then tantalizingly seductive the next, Lisa Romaine both intrigued and infuriated him. She was a woman with secrets, and Nikolai was going to discover each and every one of them. All he needed was to overcome her resistance to him. But the danger was that he could so easily end up falling for her instead….
“Take me inside,” he murmured against her throat.
For a hectic moment, Lisa didn’t know whether he meant her home or her body. Or both. And, crazily, did not care. She almost agreed to let him in and go wherever it took her….
But then she opened her eyes. Behind his head she saw the elegant sweep of the terrace, the chauffeur-driven car. A cold thought struck: this is a rich man playing a game. A clever game but a game nonetheless. She had been there before and it hurt.
Nikolai felt her turn to a block of wood in his arms. He raised his head and let her go.
“You change your mind fast,” Nikolai said.
“No, I don’t. I’ve always said I didn’t want to have anything to do with you.” To her own astonishment she sounded quite cool about it.
“Are you denying you wanted me just now?”
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The Millionaire Affair
Sophie Weston
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CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
EPILOGUE
PROLOGUE
THE overheated ballroom was heady with the scent of hot house lilies. The party had got to the stage of slow dancing. In clouds of figured satin the bride was circling in the arms of the most glamorous man in the room.
A photographer, indistinguishable in his dinner jacket from the elegant guests, pointed his camera at the couple.
‘Bride and Count Nikolai Ivanov,’ he murmured to his assistant.
‘Exposure ninety-eight: Ivanov,’ she wrote down obediently.
She peered over the top of her notebook.
Count Nikolai Ivanov was well over six feet, with midnight-dark hair, broad shoulders and an unambiguous self-confidence that hit you between the eyes. Add to that the haughty profile of an Aztec prince, and eyes at once intense and alert with sophisticated amusement, and it was no wonder that the bride was gazing up at him, mesmerised. When he swung her into the air with an easy strength, the assistant sighed.
‘Wow,’ she said, appreciative and envious. ‘Now why haven’t I seen him before?’
‘Wouldn’t have done you any good if you had.’ The photographer continued to rake the room with his lens. ‘Most eligible bachelor in Europe and he spends half his time in the jungle. Terrible waste. Not your style at all.’
‘Oh, I could stretch a point in this case,’ said the assistant with feeling. ‘He’s gorgeous.’
Her boss looked at her cynically. ‘He’s also a heartbreaker. And the last of his line since his brother died.’
‘I wasn’t thinking of trying to marry the man,’ protested the girl, laughing.
‘Just as well. The Ivanovs can trace their line further than the Romanovs, I’m told. Count Nikolai won’t be marrying anyone unless she has at least three coats of arms and a title in the family.’ He raised his camera again. ‘Ah, there’s the mother of the bride with our hostess. Exposure ninety-nine: Madame Repiquet and Countess Ivanova.’
‘Grandmère is looking tired,’ Nikolai murmured in his grandfather’s ear. ‘Shall I take her away?’
‘You can try,’ said his grandfather humorously.
Véronique Repiquet was lucky to be allowed to hold her wedding reception in this exquisite French château. The revels, as everyone knew, would go on all night. So it had been arranged that the old Count and Countess would spend the night at Nikolai’s small villa on the estate.
His grandson chuckled. ‘I shall take a firm line,’ he said confidently. ‘Women always respond to that.’
His grandfather cast his eyes to the magnificent gilded ceiling.
‘You think you know so much about women, don’t you?’
‘I’m an animal behaviourist,’ said Nikolai with a twinkle. ‘I’ve been trained to know about women.’
His grandfather smiled. But he looked perturbed as well.
‘Do you never have any doubts, Nicki?’
Nikolai looked startled. ‘All the time. Every expedition, every paper I write, every lecture I give. If I didn’t have any doubts there wouldn’t be anything interesting left to research.’
‘I didn’t mean about your work,’ snapped his grandfather, suddenly annoyed. ‘I meant about women.’
Nikolai looked at him in concern. The loss of temper was out of character for his gentle grandfather. He slipped his arm round the older man’s shoulders.
‘What is it, Pauli? Regretting lending the château for this junket?’
The older man shook his head. ‘No,’ he said on a half-sigh. ‘No. But your grandmother was saying—it should have been Vladi’s wedding.’
For a moment Nikolai’s expression was stark. Pauli cursed himself for his clumsiness. Vladi had been killed a year ago, but sometimes he wondered whether Nikolai was over his brother’s death even yet.
He said hurriedly, ‘Still, it’s good to see her enjoying herself again. I thought a big party might be too much for her. But she said it would be good practice for your wedding.’
‘Ouch,’ said Nikolai. His expression was half-rueful, half-sad.
His grandfather did not pretend to misunderstand him.
‘Why are you so set against marriage, Nicki?’
Nikolai looked round at the crowded room. The music had started again, louder and heavier now that the older guests were leaving. Men threw off their hot jackets. Girls bared their shoulders and let their elaborate hairstyles fall as they would. Nikolai grimaced.
‘Maybe I’m just not a party animal.’
His grandfather was not deflected. ‘You can party with the best of them when you want. Anyway, marriage is more than a party.’
‘Exactly.’
Pauli peered up at his tall grandson. ‘Are you afraid of marriage, Nicki?’
Nikolai looked away. The firm mouth set into a stubborn line.
He knew that expression, thought Pauli. The shutters had come down. Normally he would have stopped there. But tonight, for some reason, he kept on.
‘We’ve never asked. You like your privacy and we’ve never wanted to intrude. But—have you ever lived with a woman, Nicki?’
Nikolai’s eyes flickered. He gave his grandfather a wide, false smile and shuddered dramatically. ‘Never.’
‘But there have been women,’ said Pauli, revealing that even if he didn’t ask he had other ways of finding out what he wanted to know.
‘Of course there have been women,’ said Nikolai calmly. ‘I just don’t let them move in.’
‘But—’
‘It only encourages them. Once a woman hangs her clothes in your wardrobe, she thinks she’s got rights in you.’
Pauli’s expression darkened. He turned his head away so Nikolai could not see it.
‘You sound very cold-hearted.’
‘That’s me,’ said Nikolai cheerfully. ‘Hot blood. Cold heart. Makes for a peaceful life.’
CHAPTER ONE
‘SO FIRE me!’
Lisa Romaine tilted her pointed chin to a challenging angle. She leaned insolently against the wall, looked her boss straight in the eye and waited.
Behind his desk, Sam Voss shifted irritably. ‘Can’t I give my Head of Bond Trading a hint?’
‘Hint!’
He tried a winning smile. ‘Now, Lisa, don’t overreact. Why don’t you sit down and we can talk?’
Predictably, she did not move. Her green eyes narrowed to slits.
‘Not about my private life,’ she said dangerously.
‘When you work for Napier Kraus, merchant bank to the new industrialists, you don’t have a private life.’
Lisa looked ironic. ‘You might not,’ she said. ‘I do.’
