The Penthouse Secrets: A NYC Billionaire Romance Trilogy Boxed Set

by Amanda Horton

  Miranda stared at his back noting the wide shoulders that narrowed down to his waist and butt. She snapped her mouth struggling to understand his words instead of admiring his physique. “Y—yes!”

  Wolfe turned to face her. His eyes shone with barely suppressed emotion. “Then you’ll understand me when I say I’m desperate for help. My mom holds a substantial share in the company, but I completely distrust my stepfather. I fear that he’s trying to manipulate Mom into turning over her shares to him.”

  She considered his words carefully. “He’s her husband. I don't think there’s anything you can do if she did that.”

  Wolfe nodded, his jaw tightening. “That’s just it. I know my mom doesn’t want to. She said she’d turn it over to me on one condition. I have to get married.”

  Miranda’s mouth opened silently. Was it possible—his mad proposal hadn’t been a joke?

  “I love my mom,” Wolfe said. “I want to protect her—and the company. It’s my father’s legacy, his life work. I was at my wit’s end this evening, and when you walked into my office — well, let’s just say I had a brainwave.”

  “Brainfart, you mean.” Miranda sat on her desk, not taking her eyes off Wolfe. “Why me? I’m sure you don’t lack for women who’d want to marry you.” She bit her lip. Somehow, she had no interest in hearing about his romantic dalliances.

  Wolfe coughed. His cheeks were red. “I don’t have a girlfriend. Besides... that’s not what the marriage will be about.”

  No girlfriend? Miranda felt a surge of elation that faded after Wolfe’s next words.

  “It’s more of a business deal. I present a bride to my mom. She hands over her shares to me. Once I have them safely in my possession, the marriage can come to an end.”

  Miranda was silent. So cut and dried! A business deal. No emotional involvement, no expectations, no commitment. She looked up and saw Wolfe watching her closely. “That’s it?”

  “Well, we would have to live together and act like we were in love. My mom is no fool.”

  That bit of information made her body hum. Goddamn traitor. “You still haven’t answered my question though. Why me?”

  Wolfe looked her straight in the eye. “Because I see that you’re an astute businesswoman. You came to me with a need and I have a need too. And we have common goals. You want to help the people of New York, and so do I. We can help each other get what we both want.”

  Miranda hesitated. Her anger had gone, leaving behind a riot of emotions. She didn’t believe in love, and he wasn’t offering any. Instead, he was giving her a chance to turn her own dream into reality but at a cost. That spelled exploitation. It was such a stark contrast to the kindness he displayed at the Center.

  Miranda grieved for the man she’d thought he was. His proposition sounds so cold, so sterile... but if I’m totally honest, aren’t I that way, too? Kyle had often complained about how distant she was, how she never opened up or accepted his help.

  Thinking of her ex-boyfriend brought a stab of pain. I don’t want to get hurt again... And marriage to Wolfe would protect her from hurt. He clearly wasn’t interested in getting to know her, meaning her heart would be safe... Miranda hesitated. Even in the short time she’d known him, she felt powerfully drawn to Wolfe. Can I really protect my heart from wanting more?

  “Look, Miranda,” Wolfe’s voice brought her back to the present. “I know this is something you need to think about. You don’t have to give me your answer now. If you decide and say yes, come see me at my office tomorrow night. If you don’t show up, I’ll understand. You won’t ever see me again, I promise.”

  A sharp pain stabbed through Miranda at his words. ‘You won’t ever see me again’ was brutal. But he was right. It was too much to take in at once. “Alright.”

  “Truce then?” Wolfe extended his hand. He eyed the crystal ball meaningfully.

  Miranda blushed. She hadn’t even realized she was still holding the ball. She released the orb and extended her own hand to him. “Truce.”

  His palm felt warm and soft to the touch. She didn’t know if she held onto him longer than necessary, but disappointment beset her when he let go. She followed his retreating figure with her eyes as he opened the door and disappeared.

  ***

  Outside on the street, Wolfe took a deep breath. He felt exhausted and uplifted as if he’d just run the New York marathon. He’d admitted fears to Miranda that he’d never shared with anyone... and she hadn’t rejected him.

  Wolfe’s eyes narrowed, as he was brought suddenly back to earth. Of course, she hadn’t agreed either. And after that conversation, he knew it was vital that she agreed. I need her in my life.

  The unpredictable side to her personality captivated him. She would not have hesitated to crack his skull with that crystal globe. That rawness excited him. She would not be pliant — but if he unlocked the key to her personality…

  I have to win her. I can’t lose her, I can’t. Her mind was still a mystery. He didn’t know what her decision would be. And if she said no... The thought of never seeing her again scared him. Before Wolfe knew it, his phone was in his hand. He dialed.

  “Simms, your report on Miranda Okafor had a name and number of the building owner. Give him a visit. You’re going to make an offer to buy the property.”

  ***

  Miranda sat on her bed, watching the dawn slowly illuminate the New York skyline. But while the sunlight sharpened the New York City buildings, it did not bring her any lucidity. All night long, Wolfe’s offer had played in her head, but she was nowhere near coming to any decision. The practical side of her nature insisted this was the solution to her own dilemma. But a very small reckless part of her was suddenly making its presence felt.

  It had everything to do with Wolfe Hawkins. His proposal was recipe for disaster. She was attracted to his power and his sense of humor, hidden behind the façade of authority. She didn’t even want to dwell on his physical looks. Miranda may have convinced herself that love and its ilk was beyond her grasp, but that didn’t mean immunity from sexual desires. And Wolfe promised to be a sexual fantasy come to life.

  C’mon Miranda. Take the risk. At least the memories will keep you warm when you’re old and completely alone.

  “Shut up.” Shaking her head, Miranda tried to rid herself of the lingering thought. She glanced at the clock. It was still early, but she may as well make a start for work. With any luck, being in her beloved kitchen might help bring clarity to her thoughts.

  Her phone rang.

  “Miranda, this is Mr. Thompson.”

  “It’s so nice to hear from you,” she replied. Mr. Thompson owned the building she wanted to lease. He was enthusiastic about her plans, one of her earliest supporters.

  “I’m not sure you’ll feel that way once you hear what I have to I tell you.”

  She felt sudden fear. “What happened? Have you changed your mind about the building?”

  “No, that’s still on the table. But something strange just happened. I got an offer to buy the building. The offer is very tempting—but I promised you the building would be yours once we signed the contract.”

  Miranda was so taken by surprise she couldn’t say a word.

  Mr. Thompson continued. “The sooner we finalize our transaction, the better. I have to feel that I’m not losing out by passing up on the opportunity to sell. Money like that would help a lot in my old age.”

  “I-I understand, Sir. This is just so sudden.”

  “How are you getting along with that guarantor you mentioned?”

  Miranda swallowed. She knew what she had to do. “I have one. I’m closing the deal with him today.”

  ***

  The trip back to Wolfe’s office was less daunting than the first. Not even the sound of triumph in Wolfe’s voice when he took her call to request an appointment put her off.

  As she stepped into the lobby, she saw him there waiting. His eyes shone like a child given an unexpected treat. “Miranda.”
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  Miranda smiled, returning his greeting. Clearly Wolfe hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d said that his father’s business meant the world to him. “I’m here to discuss the business agreement we talked about last night.”

  Even though it was Saturday, the office was still very busy. As Wolfe led her through the reception lobby to the elevators at the end of the hallway, Miranda felt speculative looks aimed in her direction. Wolfe placed his hand on her back to guide her, and Miranda was conscious of looks ranging from disapproving to envy sent her way.

  “My secretary, Jenna.” Wolfe waved to a woman who stood at their approach. “Jenna, this is Miss Miranda Okafor. We’re going to be seeing a lot of her.”

  Miranda exchanged a tentative nod with the other woman. She’s beautiful. Every inch of her, from her glossy hair to her faultless manicure and skirt suit displayed cultivated femininity.

  Miranda was conscious that she’d run straight to Wolfe’s office in casual leggings. What am I doing here? This is a mistake!

  As she stood alone with Wolfe in his office, Miranda’s conscience bothered her. Last night she had the option to say no to an absurd proposal. Today, she needed him. Mr. Thompson’s unexpected call forced her into this. Her dream was fading fast and she couldn’t let that happen. Yet, along with the guilt, she felt something like elation. This was an entirely new world, a world she knew nothing about. She stole a glance at Wolfe.

  Wolfe straightened his tie. He caught her gaze and smiled at her, a crooked smile that implied a cocky confidence. But even as he smiled, his fingers drifted back to his tie.

  Miranda bit her lip. Just how many times had he straightened his tie since she’d arrived? Could he be nervous? “You can still take the offer back, you know. People say I’m a certified lunatic.”

  “You’d have to be to consider my idea. But just between us... I think sanity is overrated.” Wolfe’s eyes sparkled.

  Miranda looked down, fighting the urge to blush. “So… this arrangement, what exactly does it entail?”

  “You will be my secretary. I’ll be your taskmaster,” he said, his voice serious.

  Miranda wheezed, rising from the sofa and scrambling for the door.

  “It’s a joke—joke!” Wolfe cried, throwing out an arm to stop her from leaving.

  Miranda spun around, her expression triumphant. “Gotcha!”

  Wolfe grinned as he dropped onto the sofa motioning for Miranda to join him. “I think we’ll have fun testing each other’s limits.”

  Miranda smiled wondering exactly what these limits entailed. His arm stretched across the back of the sofa, not touching her, and yet she could feel him each time she leaned back. The side of his thigh brushed against hers, bringing disturbing images into her head. She crossed her arms around herself.

  Wolfe frowned, noting her gesture. “You’ll be safe with me. I won’t ask you to do anything you don’t want to or make you uncomfortable. We’ll work on this together to make sure we’re both happy with it.”

  It wasn’t Wolfe’s reactions Miranda was afraid of, but her own. “Will there be a contract? I mean, this is a business agreement after all.”

  Wolfe nodded. “Yes. I’ll ask my lawyer to go through the fine points with you.”

  She looked away.

  Wolfe drew even closer, giving her a waft of his aftershave. “What is it? You have to be honest with me to make this work.”

  “You mentioned that I have to move in with you…”

  “That part is non-negotiable, I’m afraid.” Wolfe’s expression was sympathetic. “I hope you don’t find the idea repulsive, but Mom will expect it. As I said, she’s no fool.”

  Miranda dropped her gaze. “I understand. I agree to moving in...but the marriage part. Can we hold that off as long as we can, please?”

  Wolfe gave her a peculiar look. “Any reason?”

  How to explain her fear of being trapped in a loveless marriage? Someone like Wolfe who had women bending over backwards for him would never understand how it felt to be rejected for not living up to an ideal. “It’s just... I have this fear of lasting relationships.” Miranda winced at the sound of her own voice. The excuse sounded lame, even to her ears. “I know it sounds crazy because it’s just a business arrangement.... But can we pretend an engagement to start with? I’d probably freak out at the wedding and not show up.”

  Wolfe sat silently, deep in thought.

  Miranda waited for his reply. Her palms were clammy. Have I ruined everything? Her refusal of marriage was probably a deal breaker. Suddenly, she was afraid he would call it off.

  “Okay.” Wolfe looked up with a smile that could have knocked her flat. “No marriage for the time being.”

  “Really?” She was so relieved she threw her arms around him.

  Wolfe held her tightly giving her a taste what it was like to be in his arms. It felt good. All her reservations vanished. She drew back and gazed into his eyes. For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her. She waited...

  He lowered his eyes and pulled away.

  Embarrassed by her sudden yearning, Miranda stood still, unsure of what had just happened. The knowing expression on Wolfe’s face didn’t help her equilibrium in any way. He knows I wanted him to kiss me.

  Wolfe turned back to her, removing a small box. “Take this.”

  Miranda opened the box. She gasped. Nesting on delicate velvet was an antique style engagement ring in rose gold. It was exquisitely cut and studded with diamonds. She stared at Wolfe in confusion. “Is this—real?”

  He nodded, reaching out to take the ring from the box. “It belonged to my mom. She passed it on to me after Dad died. I’ve had it inside my safe all this time. I thought I’d give it to you now. We’re supposed to be an engaged couple and Mom would swoon at the idea that I’ve finally found someone to give it to, right?” He gestured for her to hold out her hand.

  Unable to breath, Miranda extended her left hand ring finger.

  “Miranda, will you accept this ring as a sign of our agreement?”

  “Yes.” Miranda felt a lump form in her throat. “I’ll take good care of it until it's time to give it back.”

  Chapter Six

  A few weeks later, Miranda found herself inside one of New York’s best salons, staring at her reflection. A beautiful woman stared back. Her ebony hair was piled up on her head, enhancing her neck and sloping shoulders. She wore a strapless gown in a pale shade of coral with a mermaid silhouette. It clung to her body, enhancing her narrow waist and ample breasts. Her makeup was flawless, enhancing the natural beauty of her skin. She looked every inch Wolfe Hawkins’ fiancée.

  Too bad it’s just as fake as our engagement. Today was the day the entire mad scheme came crashing to a halt. Wolfe believed it was time to announce their engagement. He told Miranda he’d arranged a small gathering of family and close friends. Miranda swallowed back a jolt of fear. She’d protested she wasn’t ready, and that she had nothing to wear. Wolfe had whisked her away to this salon. He’d done everything possible to set her mind at ease, but it was no good. I don’t belong in his world... and I never will.

  “Your fiancée has arrived.” The salon staff’s words jarred Miranda out of her thoughts. She stood, grateful that Wolfe had allowed her request to skip high heels this time. She had enough to worry about without the added difficulty of navigating in unwieldy heels.

  As she stepped out of the private room, Wolfe turned toward her, his face lighting up. “You look stunning.” He turned to the employees, standing dumbly in his presence. “Doesn’t my girl look astonishingly beautiful?” He offered Miranda his elbow, escorting her to the waiting car with elaborate courtesy.

  The trip took place in silence. Wolfe gave her an encouraging glance now and then but was occupied with his own thoughts. Miranda was grateful for the chance to steel her nerves to the challenge of mixing with high society, but part of her wondered what he thought. Already regretting his bargain?

  Wolfe turned the BMW through an
ornate gate, heading down a winding driveway. “We’re here.”

  Miranda’s eyes widened. Their destination was ahead of them, a country club surrounded by the deep shadows of a well-manicured eighteen-hole golf course. The light of the crescent moon sparkled on the artificial lakes surrounding the buildings. A sprinkling of delicate fairy lights fooled the eye into thinking the moonlight extended to the building itself. It was an awesome view from afar, but as they drew nearer, Miranda’s apprehension increased.

  Wolfe cut the engine and turned to her.

  Her back rested stiffly against the leather upholstery of the BMW. She stared out at the atrium, watching guests pour into the club. This is a simple gathering?

  Wolfe’s hand settled over hers with what felt like an electric shock. “Relax. Breathe.”