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Hunter filled the doorway, his eyes simmering obsidian. But his voice was cool with control. “I thought we were a team. ”
Sinclair swallowed. “I didn’t know,” she finally blurted out.
“Didn’t know what? Was there something ambiguous about ‘Don’t tell anyone about this deal’?”
“That was before it went through,” she shot back, refusing to give him another inch. But what she really wanted, she finally admitted to herself, was him. Her boss. He was powerful and charismatic, and he held her in his gaze in a way no other man ever had.
The heat simmering between them was unbearable.
“I’m in the wrong. I can take it. What do you want me to do?” She forced herself to ask him.
Hunter actually smiled. There was a fire still raging in his eyes, an unwavering desire. Her mouth went dry. Unwavering desire…for her?
Beauty and
The Billionaire
by
Barbara Dunlop
For my editor, Kathryn Lye.
Who has the uncanny ability to track me down
anywhere in the world.
Prologue
A one-night stand only lasted one night.
Sinclair Mahoney might be far from an expert, but she could guess that much.So, while Hunter Osland’s bare chest rose and fell in his king-size bed, and a door slammed somewhere in the far reaches of the mansion, she pushed her feet into her low-heeled black pumps and shrugged into her pinstriped blazer. She was only guessing at the protocol here, but she suspected it wasn’t a lingering goodbye in the cold light of day.
Peacefully asleep in the gleaming four-poster, Hunter had obviously done this before. There were three brand-new tooth-brushes in his en suite, along with half a dozen fresh towels and an assortment of mini toiletries in a basket on the marble counter. He had everything a woman needed if she wanted to make a simple, independent exit—which was exactly what Sinclair had in mind.
Last night had been good.
Okay, last night had been incredible. But last night was also over, and there was something pathetic about hanging around this morning hoping to see respect in his eyes.
So, she’d washed her face, brushed her teeth, and pulled her auburn hair into a simple ponytail, glancing one last time at the opulent cherry furnishings, the storm-tossed seascape that hung above his bed, and two potted palms that bracketed a huge bay window. It was nearly 8:00 a. m. She had just enough time to find her twin sister in the maze of the rambling Osland mansion. She’d say a quick goodbye before hopping a taxi to the Manchester, Vermont, airport and her flight to JFK.
She had a planning meeting at noon, then a conference call with the Cosmetics Manager at Bergdorf’s. There were also two focus-group reports on Luscious Lavender beauty products tucked in her briefcase.
