Help needed: to tame an alpha male!
Six weeks ago a car accident left Xander Sterne with a broken leg and, much to his annoyance, the need for live-in assistance. But to Xander’s surprise, help arrives in the exquisitely tempting shape of Samantha Smith. A broken leg won’t be an obstacle for this legendary lothario!
With her boss launching a flirtatious—and persistent!—assault on Sam’s every attempt to remain professional and unmoved by his skilled seduction, she starts to wonder just how long it will be before he convinces her to join him in redefining the meaning of “personal assistant...”
“I told you, I’m not embarrassed.”
Sam moved briskly across the room to drop down onto her knees in front of Xander as she began to towel dry the long length of his legs, taking care to gentle her movements on his injured leg, avoiding the several healing scars running the length of it.
“Liar,” he drawled.
Sam looked up at him sharply. “I think you have an overinflated opinion of your sexual prowess, Mr. Sterne.”
“Not recently I don’t,” he admitted.
The perfect opening... “I should have mentioned this to you before.” Sam kept her head bent as she concentrated on drying his feet. “I don’t think— I would prefer if, for the duration of our stay here, that you didn’t— I realize this is an imposition,” she began again, “but I’d prefer it if you refrained from bringing any women to your apartment while I’m here,” she muttered.
He arched one blond and arrogant brow. “Are you going to make it worth my while?”
Sam blinked. “Sorry?”
He placed his hands on the bed behind him as he leaned back on his arms, emphasizing the muscles of his shoulders and arms as he looked up at her challengingly. “What are you offering in exchange?” he asked as a smug grin spread across his face.
The Twin Tycoons
Twin billionaire brothers—one dark and brooding, one blond and charming. Who would you choose?
Billionaire brothers Darius and Xander Sterne have it all—power, wealth, and the world at their beck and call. Never challenged, always triumphant—nothing is unattainable when you own the world, and they’ve enjoyed every indulgence their affluent status affords them.
Until now.
Because these twin tycoons are about to learn there are some things money and power can’t buy... And that the greatest challenges net the most satisfying rewards.
Find out what happens in:
The Redemption of Darius Sterne
February 2015
The Taming of Xander Sterne
March 2015
THE TAMING OF XANDER STERNE
Carole Mortimer
Carole Mortimer was born in and lives in the UK. She is married to Peter and they have six sons. She has written almost 200 books since she started writing for Harlequin in 1978. She writes for the Harlequin Presents and Harlequin Historical lines. Carole is a USA TODAY bestselling author, and in 2012 she was recognized by Queen Elizabeth II for her “outstanding contribution to literature.”
Other titles by Carole Mortimer
available in ebook:
THE REDEMPTION OF DARIUS STERNE
(The Twin Tycoons)
A D’ANGELO LIKE NO OTHER
(The Devilish D’Angelos)
A PRIZE BEYOND JEWELS
(The Devilish D’Angelos)
A BARGAIN WITH THE ENEMY
(The Devilish D’Angelos)
RUMORS ON THE RED CARPET
A TOUCH OF NOTORIETY
(Buenos Aires Nights)
A TASTE OF THE FORBIDDEN
(Buenos Aires Nights)
HIS REPUTATION PRECEDES HIM
(The Lyonedes Legacy)
DEFYING DRAKON
(The Lyonedes Legacy)
THE TALK OF HOLLYWOOD
SURRENDER TO THE PAST
TAMING THE LAST ST. CLAIRE
(The Scandalous St. Claires)
THE RELUCTANT DUKE
(The Scandalous St. Claires)
JORDAN ST. CLAIRE: DARK AND DANGEROUS
(The Scandalous St. Claires)
Our son Peter,
We are so proud of you!
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
EPILOGUE
EXCERPT
CHAPTER ONE
‘I APPRECIATE THAT you leave for your honeymoon at the end of the week, Darius, but I seriously do not need you to arrange for a live-in babysitter for me for the two weeks you’re away!’ Xander scowled at his twin brother across the sitting room of his London penthouse apartment.
‘It’s not a babysitter, just someone to help you with things you can’t do yet, like getting in and out of the shower, drying off and dressing, driving.’
‘We have a company driver who can do that.’
‘But there’s no one to help you with the rest of those things,’ his brother reasoned. ‘Or to cook for you.’
‘For goodness’ sake, Darius, it’s been six weeks since I broke my leg.’
‘In three places, requiring two operations to fix. You can’t even stand for longer than ten minutes at a time yet.’ Darius was obviously refusing to back down on this.
Xander eyed him moodily, knowing that everything his brother said was true. ‘This isn’t really about what I can or can’t do, is it?’ He finally sighed resignedly.
Darius stilled. ‘What do you mean?’
‘What I mean is that I don’t have a death wish. Yes, I drove my car when I shouldn’t have, and yes, I ended up crashing into a lamppost and wrecking my car, but thankfully no one else was injured. But I didn’t do it deliberately, Darius. I told you at the time I was just so angry I couldn’t see straight. I was angry, Darius,’ he repeated harshly.
‘Everyone gets angry, Xander,’ Darius said softly.
‘My anger had been building for months.’
‘I know.’
Xander blinked. ‘You do?’
His twin nodded. ‘You were working and playing way too hard. It was as if you were trying to avoid something or someone.’
‘Lot of good that did me.’ If Xander had been capable of pacing the room at that moment, then he would have.
Six weeks ago, for the first time in his life, Xander had realised that he had a temper. Not the slow-burning temper of his brother, but a fiery hot volcano that had exploded out of control, resulting in Xander wanting to beat another man to within an inch of his life.
Admittedly that man had been loudly verbally abusing the woman who had arrived with him that night at the exclusive London nightclub owned by the Sterne brothers. It was a situation reminiscent of Xander’s childhood memories of the way in which his father had treated his mother.
But the desire to hit someone had shaken Xander to his core, to the point that he no longer trusted himself or his responses to situations; he had never wanted to hit anyone in his life before that night. Not even the father who had beaten him when he was a child.
Lomax Sterne had been dead for over twenty years now, after a fall down the stairs of the family’s London home whilst in a drunken stupor. A death that neither his wife nor his twin sons had mourned.
Lomax Sterne had been a brute of a man and a bully, with a temper to match.
And six weeks ago Xander had terrified the life out of himself by discovering that, at the age of thirty-three, he had the same temper.
‘What made you so tense in the first place, do you think?’ Darius looked at him curiously.
Xander grimaced. ‘I don’t know. Yes, I do.’ His brow cleared. ‘Do you remember when we were in Toronto four months ago? Remember the chairman of Bank’s Corporation? We went out to dinner with him and his wife.’
‘And he talked down to her all evening,’ Darius realised ruefully. ‘Which was the reason we both decided we didn’t want to do business with him. And the reason for your pent-up anger these past few months, I’m guessing?’
‘I think it is, yes,’ Xander agreed.
‘You controlled it then, Xander, and you controlled it six weeks ago,’ Darius insisted impatiently. ‘Just let it go. It’s over.’
Xander wished he could dismiss it as easily.
‘I really do appreciate your moving in here the past four weeks, Darius, but I just don’t think I’m up to having someone else, a stranger, living with me right now.’ In truth, Xander had been looking forward to having his apartment all to himself again.
He grimaced. ‘It’s not that I’m ungrateful, Darius. I just didn’t envisage the next two weeks of having to sit across the breakfast table every morning from the no doubt muscle-bound man, Sam Smith, who you’ve employed to act as both my nursemaid and watchdog while you’re away.’
Darius gave a chuckle. ‘It would certainly make the neighbours sit up and take notice, if they thought you were living with a man who isn’t your brother.’
As one of the billionaire Sterne twins, Xander had a playboy reputation with women that had long been catalogued, and speculated about, by the media. So yes, they would no doubt have a field day with the fact that he was sharing his apartment with a man.
‘Fortunately, for you, none of that is going to happen. Samantha Smith is a woman,’ Darius assured him dryly.
Xander sat forward. ‘Sam Smith is a woman!’
‘Nice to know that your hearing wasn’t affected in the accident,’ his twin taunted.
Darius had taken his own sweet time sharing that little nugget of information with him!
Xander scowled. ‘You don’t have to look so happy about leaving me completely at this woman’s mercy for the next two weeks!’
‘I’ll ask her to be gentle with you,’ Darius teased.
‘Very funny,’ Xander muttered distractedly; just the thought of having some strange woman staying here with him filled Xander with a sense of unease. ‘So how is it that you know this woman?’
Darius smiled. ‘She’s a friend of Miranda’s. She really likes her, so much so that she’s asked Sam to work at the dance studio with her part-time once we’re back from our honeymoon. Oh, and her little girl attends one of Miranda’s dance classes.’
‘Stop right there!’ Xander held up a silencing hand, breathing hard in his agitation. ‘You didn’t mention she had a child. What does she plan to do with her daughter while she’s staying here with me?’
‘She’s going to bring her with her, of course,’ his brother dismissed as if there had never been the possibility of anything else.
‘Are you completely insane?’ Xander exploded as he finally struggled up onto his feet with the help of his crutches. ‘Darius, I told you what happened to me at the nightclub six weeks ago. I told you how I lost control of myself, and now you want to bring some child to live with me? How old is Ms Smith’s daughter?’ He knew that Miranda’s ballet school was for pupils from five to sixteen years old.
‘Five, I think.’
‘You plan on allowing this woman to bring a five-year-old child to stay in my apartment with me?’ Xander breathed in deeply in an effort to calm himself. ‘This was Andy’s idea, wasn’t it?’ It was a statement, rather than a question. ‘You told her what happened to me and—’
‘You didn’t say I couldn’t.’ Darius’s eyes had narrowed in warning.
‘I don’t care whether or not you told Andy what happened to me that night,’ Xander dismissed impatiently. ‘After all, she’s going to be your wife and my sister-in-law. What I do care about is that Ms Smith and her daughter coming to stay here is most likely Andy’s way of trying to show me I’m not turning into the monster I think I am. A naive attempt on her part to make me feel better about myself.’
‘Careful, Xander,’ Darius warned softly.
Xander was too annoyed to heed that warning. ‘Life isn’t a fairy tale, Darius. Or, if it is, then I’m the monster in the story and not the prince!’
His brother gave Xander a considering look before speaking softly. ‘You know, Xander, as Miranda once told me, quite succinctly as I recall,’ Darius mused affectionately, ‘the whole of life isn’t about what you do or don’t want.’ He sobered. ‘Putting my mind at rest apart, has it even occurred to you that Samantha Smith is a single parent? And that, as such, she might need the money I’m paying her to come here and act as your babysitter and watchdog while I’m away?’
But what if the woman did something to set off the temper he had only just discovered? What if her daughter did? Darius wouldn’t find anything to laugh about then, would he? And Xander would never forgive himself if he lost his temper with either of them. That truly would make him the monster his father had been.
Darius scowled his displeasure. ‘Look, as far as I’m concerned Miranda vouches for her, and the woman needs the money I’m paying her to come and live here with you while we’re away. End of story.’
Xander didn’t agree.
Yes, this penthouse apartment was big enough for a dozen other people to share it with him without them falling over each other; besides the six en suite guest bedrooms there was a full gym, a home cinema, as well as two other reception rooms, a wood-panelled study, a large formal dining room and an even bigger kitchen.
But that really wasn’t the point, was it?
The point was that Xander didn’t want to share any of that space with a woman he didn’t even know, let alone her five-year-old daughter.
But what choice did he really have but to at least try? Darius had gone above and beyond brotherly love by moving into this apartment with him and taking care of him since Xander had come out of hospital four weeks ago.
Was it fair of him to now cause his brother any further worry while Darius and Miranda were away on their honeymoon?
Unfortunately, Xander already knew the answer to that question.
CHAPTER TWO
‘IS MR STERNE a nice man, Mummy?’ Daisy asked quietly as the two of them sat in the back of the limousine sent by Darius Sterne to collect them.
Was Xander Sterne a nice man?
Sam had only met the man once, during the interview she’d had with both Sterne brothers two days ago, while Daisy was at school.
Consequently, the question was a little difficult for Sam to answer, when Xander had left most of the talking that day to his brother. He’d only contributed to the conversation towards the end, when he had barked half a dozen questions at her about her daughter’s schooling, and the amount of time Daisy would actually be spending at his apartment.
Making it clear to Sam that, while her new employer might be willing to tolerate her own presence in his home for the next two weeks, he wasn’t in the least keen on having her daughter in residence as well.
An attitude that Sam wasn’t particularly happy about.
But beggars couldn’t be choosers.
She hadn’t always been in such dire financial straits; her ex-husband, Malcolm, wasn’t anywhere near as wealthy as the Sterne brothers, but he was nevertheless a successful businessman who owned a mansion in London, plus a villa in the South of France and an
other in the Caribbean.
Sam had been twenty to Malcolm’s thirty-five, when the two of them had first met, she a lowly junior assistant and he the owner of the company. She had been instantly smitten with the suave and sophisticated, dark-haired and wealthy businessman, and apparently Malcolm had felt the same about her, so much so that within two months of meeting each other they had been married.
Sam had been starry-eyed and, to begin with, so much in love with her handsome and successful husband. Her parents had both died years ago, and she had been brought up in a series of foster homes. Her extended family was practically non-existent, with only a couple of distant maiden aunts whom she never saw.
However, Sam’s pregnancy had changed her marriage irrevocably.
She and Malcolm had never discussed having children—or rather, not having them in Malcolm’s case. It turned out that Malcolm didn’t want children cluttering up his life as she discovered only when she’d excitedly told him she was two months pregnant.
At the time Sam had convinced herself that it was just a knee-jerk response to the thought of becoming a father for the first time at the age of thirty-six. Malcolm couldn’t really have meant it when he suggested she terminate the pregnancy.
She had been wrong.
Their marriage had changed overnight, with Malcolm moving out of their bedroom, seemingly repulsed by the idea of Sam’s body undergoing a transformation as the pregnancy continued. Even then, however, Sam had naively hoped for the best, sure that her marriage couldn’t really be over after only a year, and that Malcolm would come around to the idea of fatherhood, either before or after the baby was born.
Again, she had been wrong.
Malcolm had remained in the spare bedroom, ignored her pregnancy totally, and he hadn’t so much as visited her once in the clinic after Daisy was born. He had even been absent from the house when she came home carrying Daisy proudly in her arms and took her up to the nursery she had spent so many hours lovingly decorating and preparing for her beautiful baby.
Sam had struggled on for another two years trying to make her marriage work, sure that Malcolm couldn’t continue to ignore his daughter’s existence for ever. How could he not fall in love with his adorable baby daughter?
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