Hot Nights in Sturgis The Complete Series: A Billionaire, Bad Boy, Motorcycle, BDSM, Romance (Billionaire Romance Novels)

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by Michelle Love


  “No. That’s Walsh’s job,” I grumbled.

  I knew she was about to argue, so I look pointedly at the clock to usher her out. She closed the door quietly behind her, and I pulled my notebook from my briefcase. My production line in Tokyo was still in it’s early stages, and they had to check in every week with updates. Normally someone else would take the calls, but the last time I had tried to expand to Tokyo, the deal went disastrously South. I didn’t need any more black marks against me in Japan.

  Despite the stress that my company put on my shoulders, my office was my place of peace. Large and sparsely decorated, it had a wall of glass that overlooked the city below. I despised clutter, so my desk was neat and organized. I had a couch for when I wanted to relax, Bluetooth speakers for when I needed music, and a television for when I needed to watch the news. It connected to my own private bathroom and shower, so when I needed to take a break and go for a run or do some push-ups, I would wash up afterward. The door locked automatically behind me. My retina scan got me in, and several members of the company had key cards that could override the system. Here, I felt in control.

  My phone vibrated, distracting me. The text message was quick and simple. I think she’s made us.

  Damn it. I had four men tailing Chrissy Whitlow. They rotated throughout the day, and they were supposed to keep her safe, but they were also supposed to keep their distance. She was never supposed to know that they were there.

  Annoyed, I texted them back. Not okay. Keep me updated.

  Logically, it was not my fault that someone had tried to kidnap her, but I couldn’t help but feel guilty. It would have been obvious to anyone at the club that I was interested in her.

  More than interested. She’d been on the forefront of my mind all weekend, and even now, the image of her haunted me. My inner voice taunted me. Maybe I wanted her to realize that I was having men follow her. Maybe I wanted a reason to talk to her again.

  “Konnichiwa, Mr. Montgomery.” The video feed popped up on the computer, and the representative bowed to me. “How are you this evening?”

  “It’s still morning here,” I grunted and held up my coffee. “I appreciate you staying up late.”

  “We are used to it. Progress is good. We have filled almost all the employment slots. We have a mountain of applications.”

  I paid my employees well, so I expected nothing less. I demanded a lot from the people who worked for me, but I compensated them accordingly. “Good. How is the construction going?”

  The man cringed. “I’m afraid it still looks a week behind schedule.”

  “My contract for the builder only gives a four week margin of error. If they push it behind anymore, they’ll be breeching the contract, and I’ll find someone else who can finish the job. And I won’t hesitate to do that. I’d rather waste time finding a new builder than work with someone who can’t meet my demands,” I sad harshly.

  “Of course. I’ll make sure they know that.”

  “See that you do. Email me their response.” The small red light on my phone indicating that my secretary wanted to speak to me started to blink, and I ended the conversation with Japan and pushed it. “Yes?”

  “I’m sorry to bother you again, Mr. Montgomery. Mr. Hamburg is insistent that he needs to see you right away.”

  Damn man was pushy. I sighed and shook my head. “That’s fine, Cecilia. I’ve wrapped up my conference call. Send him in.” I pushed the button under my desk that unlocked my door.

  The door clicked, and Cecilia swung it open and led Hamburg in. He was a tall, portly man with thinning gray hair and shrewd dark eyes. Of all the board members, he was the least irritating, but he was also the most involved. Most of the members only showed up during meetings, but Hamburg liked to call frequently with new ideas. He’d recently retired from his own company, and I think he missed the action. I usually welcomed his ideas. He had a mind for business.

  “Hamburg,” I said as I rose from my desk. Grabbing his hand, I shook it firmly and gestured to the empty seat. “What brings you in today?”

  He sank into the seat and took a few deep breaths. Years of drinking, smoking, and poor eating were taking a toll on him. “Montgomery. I’m sorry for barging into your office, but there is something that I thought you should see.” He reached into his inner jacket pocket and slid a newspaper across the table. The Boston Times. Narrowing my eyes, I unfolded the paper and scanned over the headline.

  “Montgomery Industries to buy up prime Boston real estate.” I read. “What the fuck is this shit? We just voted on the expansion last month. I haven’t even set up an appointment with real estate, and we sure as hell haven’t bought any property yet.”

  “I doubt anyone would have even noticed had I not had some connections in Boston,” Hamburg said. “Someone thought they could leak information without it reaching you.”

  I quickly read through the article. “My public relations department doesn’t even take phone calls from the press unless we’re unveiling a project or dealing with a public issue. Any reporter calling for more details would have been ignored,” I murmured. “Hamburg, that was a closed door meeting, and all the information in this article is correct.”

  “I know.”

  His words hung heavily between us. He didn’t dare come right out and accuse the members of leaking the information, but we both knew that there were few other explanations. “I’ll have security sweep the room for bugs,” I said stiffly. “None of this is damaging information, but I don’t want to risk any critical information reaching the public before we’re ready.”

  “Bugs. Right,” he said with a wry smile. “And if you don’t find any?”

  “Then we follow normal protocol. You all signed a transparency agreement with the company. If the majority of the board agrees, I’ll be able to pull financial records. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

  The older man nodded. He pursed his lips, and I could see the wheels in his head turning. “If I were you, I wouldn’t announce the leak to the board just yet. It could cause unneeded duress. There is nothing more dangerous than powerful men who don’t trust each other in the same room. If you can’t find a reasonable explanation for the leak, you could set up private meetings with each board member and feed them each a different false lead. When the story is leaked, you’ll have your man.”

  I nodded. “Excellent idea. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. I’ll have my team do a search each day to make sure that no other information is out there. Is there anything else I can do for you while you’re here?”

  “You could give me the number for your secretary,” he said with a devious smile.

  “And have your wife beating down my door? I don’t think so.” I rose again and shook his hand. “If you’re so inclined, my assistant will walk you around. Feel free to talk with anyone that you like.”

  “Can Cecilia give me the tour?” he pushed.

  “Absolutely not,” I said with a grin. “Thank you again, Hamburg. And I appreciate your discretion on the matter.”

  As he nodded his head, I walked around the desk and opened the door. When Hamburg exited, I noticed Torrence leaning over Cecilia’s desk. She was deeply enthralled in their conversation, and neither noticed me standing there. I cleared my throat, and he jumped away guiltily.

  “Montgomery,” he said as he cleared his voice. “I was just coming to see you.”

  “Really?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Or are you here to see my secretary?”

  “I just told him that you were in a meeting,” Cecilia said hastily. I cocked my head and stared at her. In all the time that I had known her, she had never been nervous around anyone before.

  “Where the hell is Walsh?” I growled. “I want him to show Hamburg around.”

  “I’ll page him immediately,” she said as she reached for the phone.

  “Hamburg, behave yourself while you wait,” I said in a low voice. “Torrence, come in.”

  My security gave Hamb
urg a suspicious look before walking through the door. “Why would he not behave himself?” Torrence demanded.

  “I trust you’re not here to question the actions of a board member,” I said mildly as I closed the door.

  “No. I’m here because the police called. Why didn’t you tell me about the incident at the club? You have four of my men tailing some strange girl? They’re hired to protect you, and that’s hard to do when you leave out pertinent information and keep them from the building,” he said sharply.

  Torrence was pushing forty. He worked as part of my father’s security detail, and he was the only man I’d ever consider to run my own security. We’d been friends for a long time. He was married to the job, and he took personal offense when I did anything to make that job even harder.

  “I didn’t say anything because the attack wasn’t targeted at me,” I said calmly. “And I’m protecting the woman because I’m the reason she was harmed in the first place.”

  “Not targeted at you? Someone wants to hurt you through other people. How is that not targeted at you?” Torrence snapped.

  “They don’t want me. They want my money. And if you really want to help, you’ll look into it so I don’t have to worry about it.” I sat down and stared at him.

  “Lucas, we’ve been lucky so far. The most I have to deal with is angry activists. In order for me to keep it that way, you need to let me know when something like this happens. I’ve looked at the police report. There isn’t much to go on. The plates on the van were stolen, and the men wore masks, so we can’t run them through the facial recognition database.”

  I blinked. “The police just gave you the report?” I asked suspiciously.

  “Sure. We’ll go with that. I want to speak to Mrs. Whitlow.”

  “Ms. Whitlow,” I said automatically. He narrowed his eyes and watched me as I hesitated. I could see where Torrence was coming from, but as much as I wanted to see my wallflower again, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. “I wanted her followed at a distance, but I think she’s already suspicious. I’ll have her brought in tomorrow.”

  “Good. Next time you withhold information from me, I’ll kill you myself.”

  “I don’t see why you’re so upset. If I had told you, you wouldn’t have had a reason to come up and flirt with my secretary,” I said coolly. He narrowed his eyes, and I smirked. “Before you go, I need you to quiet sweep the board conference room for bugs.”

  He raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t ask any questions. I felt almost guilty as I watched the door close. Normally I would brush this kind of situation aside. As cold as it seemed, I was far too busy to deal with every little infraction, but my body burned to see her again.

  Was I making things worse for her just so I could insinuate myself into her life?

  Chapter Five

  Chrissy

  It wasn’t my imagination. Someone was following me. When I walked out of the courtyard from my apartment, the same dark car was parked in the overflow parking lot. Only this time, two men were standing outside the car.

  My heart pounded against my chest as I froze on the sidewalk. I was torn between making a break for my car or turning and heading back into the safety of my apartment. They approached me before I could make a decision, and I reached into my bag to grip my pepper spray.

  “Ms. Whitlow?” the tall one asked.

  I ripped the can and held aimed it. As I sprayed it, I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Get away from me!”

  They both covered their eyes, and I turned to run. Before I could get far, one of them wrapped their arms around her. “Ms. Whitlow, stop! We work for Mr. Montgomery! We’re just trying to protect you!”

  I struggled against him. “You really expect me to fall for that, you creep!”

  “If you give us a minute, we can call him,” he grunted. The tall one walked around us and gasped as he wiped his eyes. Pulling out his phone, he held it up to his ear. “Mr. Montgomery? We’re having some issues.” He turned his back to me and spoke in a low voice.

  I stopped struggling, and after a minute, he put the phone up to my ear. “Ms. Whitlow, this is Lucas Montgomery. I assure you that my men don’t mean you any harm. I just wanted to have a word with you.”

  “They’ve been following me for days,” I spat.

  “Yes. I was concerned for your safety.”

  Even though I’d never heard him speak, I somehow knew that it was him. His voice matched him. Quiet and intense. Controlled and authoritative.

  Seductive.

  Tempting.

  “I’m listening,” I said quietly.

  “You misunderstand. I would like to speak to you at my offices.”

  “I can’t come see you right now. I have class,” I said as I took a deep breath. It settled me, and the man finally let me go.

  “This class is more important than your safety?” he asked mildly.

  I rolled my eyes. “Pretty much. Look, if you have information that I’m in immediate danger, you need to tell me so I can call the police. Otherwise, you’re just being a little dramatic. Give me the address, and I’ll meet you this afternoon.”

  He paused, and I bit my lip. Maybe I’d been too harsh. I didn’t even know him, but he made me feel extremely uncomfortable, and I was lashing out. “Your last class is at two. My men will drive you to campus and shadow you until then. They’ll drive you straight here.”

  “How the hell do you know my schedule?” I exclaimed, but he’d already hung up the phone. “Is he always like this?” I asked as I returned the phone.

  “Yes,” the tall man said grimly.

  The day seemed to crawl by, and I couldn’t even begin to concentrate on my classes. I don’t even think I heard a single word about the lecture on children’s literature. I should have just gone to see Lucas in the morning and been late. At least then the day may not have been such a complete waste.

  By the time my last class ended, my hands were shaking. I had no idea what to expect from Lucas Montgomery.

  The car pulled up to the front of the skyscraper labeled Montgomery Industries and kept the car running as I stepped out. No one followed me, and I turned back around. “Are you coming?”

  “No. The receptionist at the front desk will you show you to Mr. Montgomery’s office.”

  “Which floor does he own?”

  “All of them.”

  They drove away, and I stood, stunned, on the sidewalk. All of them? I knew he was wealthy, but there had to be close to a hundred floors. How could they all be his?

  Nervously, I pulled open the glass door and walked into the bright and open lobby. A young woman smiled at me, but before I could say anything to her, a man stepped in front of me.

  “Ms. Whitlow?” he asked sternly.

  I blinked. Damn. He looked good. Older than me, but his rugged features were really working for him. “Yes,” I said softly.

  “I’m Drew Torrence, head of security. I’ll take you up to see Montgomery.” As he guided me to the back of the lobby, he pulled out a badge and held it up to the elevator. The doors immediately opened. “This is the executive elevator. It’s the only one that leads to the top floor.”

  “That sounds nice,” I said lamely. Jesus. Nice? Was this how my conversation with Lucas was going to go as well? “So you’re security? Does that mean that you’re looking into the men who tried to kidnap me, or do you just protect the offices?”

  “I protect Montgomery,” he said shortly.

  He didn’t offer anymore information, and I didn’t ask. It was clear from his stance that he didn’t like me very much, and I didn’t have the courage to ask him why. I had a sinking feeling that he could strangle me in the elevator, and no one would blink an eye.

  The doors opened, and I quickly rushed out of it. The short hallway had huge windows ran from ceiling to floor, and I had a breathtaking view of the city. I almost made me dizzy to realize how high up I was. I didn’t have a fear of heights, but I don’t think I’d ever been anywhere that
had that kind of view.

  The door down the hall opened, and a young man came rushing out. He looked determined and almost terrified as he made a beeline for the elevator. I quickly stepped out of the way.

  “Please forgive Gordon. He’s always full of energy,” a woman said from behind a large desk. “I’m Cecilia. Mr. Montgomery will see you now.” She smiled warmly at me, but when she saw Torrence behind me, her cheeks reddened slightly, and she looked down.

  “Thank you,” I murmured. Rather than following me into the office, Torrence leaned against the wall and stared at Cecilia. I had no idea what the story was between them, but the tension was enough to set the damn building on fire.

  Opening the door, I could help but gasp. To call it an office was an understatement. The executive suite had three doors that led into other rooms, and a huge leather sofa placed along the wall. A large flat screen television sat over the door, and a well-stocked wet bar ran the entire length of one of the walls.

  “Impressed?”

  His voice wrapped around me, and I froze. Leaning against one of the door frames, he stared at me. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt that was rolled up to his sleeves and dark slacks. It was clear that his outfit probably cost more than I spent in a month. I tugged nervously at my jeans and t-shirt. “It’s nice,” I said hoarsely. “Mr. Montgomery, I presume?”

  “Nice?” he chuckled. “I suppose that will have to do. Please call me Lucas. Can I offer you something to drink?”

  Mutely, I shook my head. Drinking around him could be a dangerous thing. “Why am I here?” I blurted out.

  He poured himself a drink and gestured to the empty chair. I sat down, and he leaned back in the leather chair behind his desk. I couldn’t stop the image that popped inside my head.

  Me, kneeling on the desk as he plunged inside me from behind.

  Gasping, I wrapped my arms around myself. What the hell was wrong with me?

  “Are you okay?” he asked as he stared at me.

  “I will be once you tell me what I’m doing here. I appreciate you thinking that you have to protect me, but I don’t know you.”

 

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