by Nadia Lee
“Natalie mentioned something about that. VP, right?”
“Actually…” She sighed. Well, she’d have to admit her unemployed status sooner or later. “I’m a bum at the moment. Between jobs.”
“A bum?” He gave her a quick once-over, head to toes. “I’m sure you could find work if you wanted.”
Her face warmed, and whatever thoughts she’d held in her mind evaporated. She couldn’t believe she was acting like a silly teenager with the captain of the football team. She was twenty-eight, far too old and sensible for these kinds of feelings. If anybody other than Ethan had made the comment, she might have rolled her eyes or arched an eyebrow in silent reprimand.
But everything out of Ethan’s mouth sounded like bedroom talk. Maybe it wasn’t the words but the way he spoke, the way he looked at her, the way his voice hit her senses like the finest whiskey.
Damn, she needed to be more careful. It wasn’t just the girly clothing making her feel vulnerable and susceptible. A ski suit wouldn’t have negated the effect he had on her.
“Virginia isn’t the first choice destination for most bums,” he mused. “California beaches tend to be higher on the list.”
“A beach bum?” She forced a light tone. Regardless of the effect he had on her, this was just banter. “Too bad I don’t swim or surf.”
“Seriously? You never learned?”
“Never had the chance.” Not for the lack of desire. But what she wanted hadn’t always been a priority for her family. Still wasn’t. Everyone had more important issues to deal with than her.
Before he could probe, she said, “It sort of sucks, you know.” She leaned against the door, trying to put some distance between herself and Ethan. The BMW was supposed to be spacious, but not with him inside. The cool glass felt refreshing against her heated skin. “If I’d been free just a little sooner, I could’ve been Natalie’s maid of honor. You know, helped her plan the wedding of the century and everything.”
No, you would’ve found an excuse to avoid her wedding at all costs since a few Sterlings were invited.
In fact, Barron himself had been invited, and there was no way she was going anywhere near her grandfather. Nobody knew she was Barron’s only grandchild, and for good reason—she’d worked damn hard to keep it that way.
Ethan laughed. “She didn’t have one. Didn’t need one. She had a platoon of professionals working on every detail. It was what Alex wanted.”
“What was the rush? She wasn’t going anywhere.”
“Probably wanted to make sure she was his.”
“She’s been his ever since they got engaged. Maybe even before.” Kerri had heard everything her friend felt comfortable sharing about her romance with her billionaire boss. If he hadn’t made things right at the end, Kerri might have flown out—job or no—and kicked his ass herself.
“Well, you know. Engagement isn’t the same, is it? Lacks the official tie, the legal bind.”
“Marriage isn’t as permanent as it used to be,” she pointed out, almost unable to help it since so many of her friends and coworkers had gone through separations and divorces. She sincerely hoped Natalie would never have a reason to even consider one. “Did you spend time in England or something? Sometimes you sound almost British.”
“I say, jolly good ear,” he said, hamming it up a little. “Yeah, I was there for a while on business. Speaking of which, how long are you going to be in the States?”
“I don’t know. Maybe a week?”
He raised an eyebrow. “That’s all?”
“Maybe longer,” she said. “I haven’t decided what to do yet, but I’m probably not returning to Asia for a while.”
“If you’re tired of Hong Kong, Tokyo’s not too bad.”
She flashed him a quick smile. “I don’t speak the language, and I’m not experienced enough to warrant a full-time interpreter.”
Ethan slowed down as they approached an intersection. “I don’t know about that. Natalie said you’re very good at your job.”
“Did she now?” Natalie didn’t know the full truth behind Kerri’s workaholic tendencies. Everyone thought she worked non-stop out of dedication to her career, when in fact she kept herself busy so she wouldn’t have time to think. “Nice of her to say so, but seriously, I’m not that special. I work hard, but then so does everyone else.”
The steering wheel glided under his palms as he released it after the turn. A sudden envy of the tightly stitched leather stole her breath away. She’d like to feel those strong hands on her as he reverently ran them over her back and legs. And a few other places.
She concentrated on breathing. It didn’t matter what she wanted. The only thing he’d found notable enough to comment on from their long-ago one-night stand was her name—Jacqueline.
But then, women throwing themselves at him and one-night stands were probably the norm for someone like Ethan.
He pulled into a parking lot in front of the hotel and handed the keys to a uniformed valet. Ethan climbed out, and the interior of the car seemed to expand. She let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.
“Feeling okay?” he said, opening her door for her. “You look a little flushed.”
Oh god. “I’m fine. Just tired from the flight.” She got out of the car.
The bellhop took her lone bag, and Ethan escorted her to the lobby. His large hand resting at the small of her back seemed to sear her, and the heat streaked through her until her nipples pebbled and wetness pooled between her thighs. Legs clenched, she checked in. The desk clerk smiled and said, “You’ve been upgraded to our junior suite. We put your bags there this morning. Four, correct?”
“Yup.”
“Is Mr. Daniel Johnson arriving later today?”
She felt the curious stare from Ethan at her back. “No. There’s been a schedule change, and he won’t be able to come.”
“I’ll make a note of that.” She handed Kerri the room keys. “Enjoy your stay, Ms. Wilson.”
Kerri frowned as she walked toward the elevators. She couldn’t imagine why the hotel would upgrade her. She’d booked the cheapest room she could find.
“Natalie arranged for the upgrade.”
Startled, she looked up at Ethan. It was uncanny how he seemed to read her.
“So who’s this ‘Mr. Daniel Johnson?’”
“A managing director from my office,” she said.
“Do you often share a room on business?”
She snorted. “No. Besides, Dan’s got about as much interest in women as I do in astrophysics.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
“None,” she clarified.
“Well, I didn’t want to assume. You could be a closet Stephen Hawking or something.”
“Ha. I can barely remember Newton’s Three Laws. Anyway, I’m sure you’re busy. Thanks for taking the time to come get me.”
“Oh no. I’m supposed to make sure you’re settled in.”
“It’s really not necessary.”
“Actually, it really is.”
Kerri stopped arguing. The determined look in his eyes said he’d do as he pleased. He’d leave faster if she just went along for the moment.
The elevator ride to the suite seemed interminable. His subtle cologne was stronger in the close quarters, and her skin prickled with hypersensitivity. She could feel his gaze on her, speculative with unfathomable intent. She licked her lips as the elevator opened with a chime.
What did Ethan want? Surely he didn’t think he really needed to help her find her suite. It wasn’t like she’d get lost.
She turned around to face him in front of her room. “Again, thank you, Ethan.”
“My pleasure. Just so you know, Natalie’s been delayed in Italy, so she won’t be back until the day after tomorrow.” He pulled out a business card and jotted something on the back. “My cell, in case you need anything. And I’m leaving the BMW for you. Impossible to get around here without a car.”
“I can just get a ren—”
> He kissed her. Nothing passionate, nothing demanding. He didn’t even try to press his tongue past her lips. It was just a peck, but somehow it was enough to make her tremble with unfulfilled longing.
Her knees weakened. She leaned against the door. What was it about this man that made her lose all her common sense and control?
“See you in a bit, Kerri.” He walked away with a careless wave. “I’ll pick you up for dinner later in the evening. Say seven?”
It wasn’t even a question from the way he spoke. He acted as though she’d acquiesced.
And from the way half-dread, half-anticipation flooded her, she knew she had.
* * *
Ethan applied more pressure on the gas, driving a bit faster than usual. The Aston Martin sped away from the hotel.
Despite his pleasure at this unexpected second chance with a woman he’d thought he’d never see again, a small bit of disappointment permeated his mood. Jacqueline Wilson had never existed. No. It was Kerri Wilson. No wonder he hadn’t been able to find her. But why had she lied about her name?
He remembered her, the violinist from a quartet at a friend’s baby christening party. Her hair had been strawberry blonde then, her eyes full of an odd envy and sorrow as she’d looked at the infant boy surrounded by happy attendees.
And she’d slept with him—her body incredibly willing and responsive—then walked out in the middle of the night while he slumbered in post-coital bliss. Just disappeared, like fog before the sun.
His instincts had screamed at him to go after her, but circumstances had conspired against him. There was a month-long business trip, scheduled almost a year in advance, unbreakable…but she wasn’t going anywhere, he’d reassured himself. He’d even given her his number via a friend, certain she’d contact him once she’d had a chance to think things through.
“She’ll call you back,” his friend had said, rather smugly, a few days later over the phone. “I made sure.”
“How’d you manage that?”
“Told her you were loaded, of course. The girl works like crazy. Her coworkers say she doesn’t ever go out, always scrimping for money. Sounds like she could use a sugar daddy.”
Ethan had cringed. If she called, he’d always wonder if it was for the possibility of landing a rich boyfriend. If she didn’t… Maybe his friend’s insinuation had insulted her. If he’d been in her shoes, he would’ve been furious.
Either way, he was screwed.
To his mingled disappointment and relief, she hadn’t called.
If his old college buddy Frank hadn’t been such an idiot, would things have been different?
When he’d returned from his trip and tried to look her up, she’d disappeared. Graduated from college and left town—no forwarding address, no number, no email. And no one knew where she’d gone. What could’ve evolved into a relationship became just a one-night stand, and the sense of loss was surprisingly sharp. Ethan had hated the feeling of powerlessness, but he’d accepted it as a lost cause and never expected to see her again.
No, that wasn’t entirely true. He had accepted the situation partly because he was afraid of repeating the mistake he’d made with Lisa. That had cost him a great deal and brought an enormous amount of pain and trouble to his family. It would have been selfish of him to move heaven and earth to find a woman who could be another Lisa.
“Don’t get involved with anyone who seems even remotely broken. You can’t fix them, and they don’t want to be fixed,” his brother Gavin had said.
Ethan’s mouth twisted at the irony of having Jacq—Kerri—walk up to him at the airport after all this time.
Now she sported a chic black bob, and her gaze no longer held any shadows. Maybe the years had been good to her. Time healing all wounds and stuff.
Or maybe she’d just gotten better at hiding her pain.
He’d made a snap decision to not talk about the past. What had happened was over and done with. Nothing could change that, and there was no point in wondering about what-ifs.
What they had was the present, and Kerri was too dangerous for his equilibrium. Kerri with her soul-sucking eyes, sassy tone and a body that deserved to be admired and worshiped in every way. And there was the whole Natalie thing. He’d already messed up with Natalie once, in a fairly big way, and didn’t want to complicate things by going after her best friend. That should make Kerri off-limits.
His fingers drummed the steering wheel.
Should.
But he couldn’t ignore the undeniable fascination he felt. He hadn’t been able to forget her after all these years. The impact she had on him was just as powerful as it had been at their first meeting. His body still throbbed when she was near, and her feminine scent lingered in his mind.
He wanted to start over with Kerri, see how far their attraction would take them. And this time she wouldn’t be able to just walk away on a whim.
* * *
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Titles by Nadia Lee
The Hearts on the Line Series
Book 1: Vengeful in Love (Natalie Hall & Alex Damon)
Book 2: Reunited in Love (Kerri Wilson & Ethan Lloyd)
Book 3: Redemption in Love (Amandine Monroe Lloyd & Gavin Lloyd)
The Ever After Series
Book 1: A Happily Ever After of Her Own (A retelling of Beauty and the Beast)
Book 2: One Kiss (A retelling of The Frog Prince)
Ever After Bundle: Books 1 & 2
Other Titles
Ashwyn: Cinderella Retold with an Erotic Twist
The Last Slayer
Destiny Entwined
How to Format Your Manuscript for Kindle and Nook
Acknowledgments
Vengeful in Love couldn’t have been written and published without the help of the following amazing people:
My amazing and brilliant husband, whose capacity for beta reading, cheering me on and taking over the housework knows no bounds.
Jennifer Haymore who believed in the story, and Linda Ingmanson who did the most wonderful job with editing.
Moriah Jovan for her generous advice.
May Khaw for keeping me sane.
Awesome reviewers who championed the book when it was released as Carnal Secrets.
Thank you.
About Nadia Lee
Bilingual former management consultant Nadia Lee has lived in four different countries and enjoyed many adventures and excellent food around the globe. In the last eight years, she has kissed stingrays, got bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted tigers.
She shares an apartment overlooking a river and palm trees in Japan with her husband and son. When she’s not reading or writing, she can be found digging through old Asian historical texts or planning another trip.
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