AT THE
BILLIONAIRE’S
BECK AND CALL?
RACHEL BAILEY
HIGH-SOCIETY
SECRET BABY
MAXINE SULLIVAN
MILLS & BOON
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AT THE
BILLIONAIRE’S
BECK AND CALL?
RACHEL BAILEY
“Invite me up,” Ryder said.
Macy arched one eyebrow, as if in control. “Why would I do that?”
His voice, when he found it, was rough. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”
“I don’t think talking’s what you have in mind.”
“Sure, just because I want to talk doesn’t mean I’m not aching to touch you.” To kiss you. To taste you.
Macy’s pupils dilated as Ryder leaned over and brushed his lips across hers.
Her mouth yielded, opened to him. Drunk on her exotic scent, he lifted his hands to cup her face, finding her cheeks were like silk under his palms. He felt her hands on his shoulders, lightly, then more assured as they travelled an exquisite path to his neck before her fingers tangled in his hair. He was lost—
A flash went off, lighting up the lobby, and Ryder pulled back, blinking.
The paparazzi had found him.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
RACHEL BAILEY developed a serious book addiction at a young age (via Peter Rabbit and Jemima Puddleduck) and has never recovered. Just how she likes it. She went on to gain degrees in psychology and social work, but is now living her dream—writing romance for a living.
She lives on a piece of paradise on Australia’s Sunshine Coast with her hero and four dogs, and loves to sit with a dog or two, overlooking the trees and reading books from her ever-growing to-be-read pile.
Rachel would love to hear from you and can be contacted through her website, www.rachelbailey.com.
This book is dedicated to Emily May, who flew in like an angel when we were in such need of her. And to Sandii, Barb, Alison L, Alison A, Annie and Mum, who all provided practical help as well as their support. And the staff of the Royal Brisbane and Women’s Hospital’s Cancer Care Services. And to everyone who sent us thoughts, cards, hugs, prayers and wishes. You all helped immeasurably.
Huge thanks to Charles Griemsman for your insight and skill. You’re a pleasure to work with and your chocolate appreciation says much about your character.
And, as always, thank you to the fabulous Jenn Schober.
Dear Reader,
Chocolate is one of my very favourite things (some might even say I have a little addiction). And I’m a firm believer in its romantic properties, be it dark or milk chocolate; crisp from the fridge or melting on the tongue; plain or enrobing butterscotch pieces.
So, as you can imagine, the idea of combining chocolate with a passionate romance was irresistible.
All I needed was the perfect hero for my chocolate story. Enter Ryder Bramson. He quickly became one of my favourite heroes with his quiet intensity, the strength of his integrity, and his utter respect for Macy. I developed quite the crush on Ryder, but unfortunately, he only had eyes for his heroine.
I hope you enjoy Ryder and Macy’s story. I recommend you read it with chocolate close to hand!
Rachel
One
He was staring at her again.
Her boss, Ryder Bramson.
Macy broke away from his unsettling gaze and refocused on the meeting at hand. And yet her eyes drifted back to the Armani-clad man with the deep frown-line between his eyebrows. She knew Ryder Bramson by name—who didn’t?—but she’d seen him in the flesh for the first time today when he and his team had arrived in Melbourne from the States to check on the progress of this special project.
At six foot three, with closely cropped brown hair and rugged features, she had a feeling he’d stand out wherever he was, yet that hardly explained the unexpected thrum of desire that had resonated through her bloodstream at her first glimpse of the man she’d been working under for the past two weeks. Or the way her breath caught slightly every time his coffee-brown eyes flicked to hers during the introductions.
Sitting tall and broad in his chair, he watched her now, his head turned at an arrogant forty-five-degree angle to the left as if no one was worthy of him looking them squarely in the face. Unbelievably disconcerting.
It wasn’t as if she’d never been stared at before—it’d been one of the few constants in her life. Before she’d escaped to Australia at eighteen, she’d lived in a golden cage of wealth, luxury and limelight. The eldest of two children of a corporate giant and a Hollywood actress, she’d always drawn more than her fair share of unwelcome interest.
But this man’s stare was different. More intense. More focused. As if he could see through every defensive layer of protection she’d ever constructed.
Macy shivered and looked back at the statistics in front of her.
Her accountant finished his address and, despite her straying thoughts, Macy smoothly took her cue. “You’ll see the figures we’ve collected on each of Chocolate Diva’s potential competitors in this report.”
She passed a pile of bound documents to her personal assistant, who stood and distributed them to the people at the table.
