by J. S. Scott
My fear kept my legs moving, but the lack of light caused my leg to come down on something that sent excruciating pain shooting through my foot.
“Ouch!” I cried out, trying not to let my injury stop me.
My steps faltered as the agony gave way to hopelessness. I knew the slowdown was going to put me at risk.
I tried to keep moving, but I would have fallen if a powerful body hadn’t slammed into my back, and supporting arms hadn’t wrapped around me.
“Noooo!” I howled, knowing my escape had been brief and the price would probably be pretty damn high.
I couldn’t see him since he was behind me, but I knew that my buyer had successfully hunted down his expensive purchase.
Whatever advantages I’d had were lost.
As I struggled to get out of his strong hold, I could hear his harsh breath on the side of my neck. His grip wasn’t cruel, but he made it clear that he was hanging onto what was now his property.
Me!
“Just let me go,” I cried out desperately.
I gave in to the despair that had been hanging over me for weeks like a dark cloud, the pain of the injury to my foot exacerbating the feeling of helplessness that I’d come to hate.
His voice was harsh as he rasped, “I’m not here to hurt you, woman. I’m here to help. Dani sent me.”
My panicked brain took a moment to acknowledge what he said. My new friend had sent me help? She’d really come through?
“Who are you?” I asked, my throat balking at the usage of my voice after my marathon sprint.
His hold on me relaxed as he answered gruffly, “My name is Jett. I’m Dani’s brother. She sent me here to rescue you. I’m sorry you had to be afraid during the auction. It seemed easier to buy your freedom than to take on people who might hurt you, and I’m solo on this gig.”
Freedom? I hardly knew what that meant anymore, but I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything. I’d never truly been free.
I opened my mouth, but a sob was ready to escape, so I immediately shut it down.
I’m not going to cry. I refuse to cry.
Maybe Jett was the good guy, but I was horribly afraid that if I started to cry, I’d never stop.
Relief flowed over me, and the only thing that kept me standing was Jett’s hold on me as he turned me around and surprisingly wrapped his arms around me.
I felt more secure than I ever had in my twenty-two years of existence on Earth.
I wasn’t sure exactly why, but I was pretty certain it had something to do with the strength and power that he seemed to exude from every pore in his body.
He didn’t speak as I wrapped my arms around his neck and panted against his shoulder. His hands stroked over my hair and down my back, his touch comforting.
“It’s over, Ruby. I promise you, it’s over.” Jett’s voice was husky and deep as he made a vow with so much certainty that it made me feel even safer, more secure.
And feeling protected wasn’t something I’d ever experienced in my past.
I was calmer as I finally answered, “But now I’m indebted to you,” I pointed out in a tremulous voice. “You just shelled out a fortune.”
Jett had paid more money for me than I could even process in my mind. I felt rich when I had enough money to buy a hamburger from the dollar menu, so figures like he’d just given to gain my freedom were incomprehensible to me.
“Don’t worry about the money,” he rasped. “Let’s just get you somewhere safe.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist, but I still winced as I tried to put more weight on my foot. “I have to go slow,” I said as all the breath whooshed out of my lungs from the pain of trying to walk.
“What happened?” he asked brusquely as he stooped down to try to look at my injury.
“I think I stepped on something,” I answered.
A small beam of light illuminated my lower extremities and I heard Jett curse. “Fuck! You’re bleeding all over the sidewalk. I can feel the blood.”
He had his cell phone in his hand, and he used the light to look back at the large pieces of glass behind us. “You didn’t just step on something,” he said. “It looks like a damn massacre. You ran through shards of glass.”
“I can make it to the car,” I said shakily. I just wanted to get out of the general area of the club.
“Damn right you will,” Jett grumbled as he handed me the cell phone that provided light and hefted me into his arms before I could protest.
He limped heavily as he took on my weight, but his long strides had us both in his car within a short period of time.
I felt horrible because I knew Jett had to be hurting, but I hadn’t heard a single word of complaint come out of his mouth. And it would have caused him more grief if I’d struggled to get down.
I heaved a sigh as he got behind the wheel after wrapping my foot with his own T-shirt.
I didn’t see his scars until he was seated, the overhead lights illuminating his body and face.
Very little could have marred the masculine beauty of his face. He had one or two small scars at his temple that looked like they’d faded over time, but Jett was so in-your-face gorgeous that a few little marks didn’t matter. As my eyes took in his powerful chest and torso, I could see he’d been in a horrible accident at one time.
Somehow, it was comforting that we were both survivors. Not that I wished Jett pain of any kind, but I felt a kinship toward the man who was my rescuer.
Pain is personal. It really belongs to the one feeling it.
I’d read that somewhere, and at the time, I’d really believed it to be true. The words had stuck in my brain.
But now I could actually empathize with my rescuer.
Jett’s scars were external.
Mine were all over my soul.
We’d obviously both experienced our share of pain.
My gaze moved up again, and I met his gorgeous green-eyed stare as he turned his head to look at me. “I’m sorry you have to look at my scarred-up body. But you needed my shirt,” he said gruffly.
I shrugged. Jett was breathtaking, even with all his scars. “You look fine without it. But I’m sorry I ruined it.”
He looked taken aback, and then he scowled as he shut off the light and started the car.
He put the vehicle into motion, and I wondered, after the fact, if Jett thought he needed to hide his body just because he had a few imperfections.
I wanted to ask him, but I stayed mute. He’d been nice to me, but he was an intimidating guy because of his size and generally unhappy expression. He didn’t know me well enough to trust me, and he didn’t appear to be very trusting. Like me, he looked like the type of man who didn’t trust anybody but himself.
I’d tried to trust the couple who had kidnapped me because I was desperate for food. And look how that had turned out.
I was grateful that Jett had rescued me, and I’d do everything in my power to pay him back one day, but I just wasn’t willing to put my faith in anybody.
It had always been safer that way.
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PROLOGUE
Jade
Five Months Ago…
“Just a few more minutes, Ms. Sinclair,” the secretary informed me as she hung up the phone. “Mr. Stone is running somewhat behind today.”
Somewhat behind?
I’d been waiting for close to an hour. I’d pretty much read every magazine in the waiting room from cover-to-cover, even the articles I wouldn’t normally bother to read. Did women really want to know how to attract a man, or how to get the attention of one of them who didn’t want to be with her?
Pretty weird articles, really. Or was I the one who didn’t really understand? Judging by my not-so-exciting dating life, maybe I should have paid more attention to all those women’s magazines. I didn’t exact
ly have men beating down my door to go out with me. But then, it has always been that way.
Can I have a dating slump when I never really had an incredible dating life in the first place?
Because of work and school, I’d never really been able to try out a lot of different guys, and to be honest, they hadn’t really wanted to date me, either. I’d made one major mistake in college. I either had to blame that one on complete exhaustion and stress, or admit to myself that I’d let somebody use me for two years.
I preferred the former excuse.
I don’t really want to attract a guy who doesn’t notice me the first time he meets me.
Wasn’t there supposed to be some kind of spark, some unknown recognition that somebody was my soul mate? And wouldn’t they realize it, too?
I certainly hope so, otherwise I’m waiting for something that was never going to happen.
Unfortunately, thanks to the score of women’s magazines in the room, I now knew how to get a man who didn’t want me, and what the moon and stars had in mind for my future mate according to the horoscopes.
Maybe the article about improving my orgasms would have been useful if I had any, but I could have skipped the piece on giving a guy a better blowjob.
Not exactly something I’d normally peruse, but I’d had an hour to kill, and after I’d read the interesting stuff like National Geographic, I’d still had time on my hands, so I’d pushed my way through the women’s magazines, too.
I was pretty sure I wasn’t better off because I was now armed with the wisdom on how to deal with a commitment phobic male, and I was getting restless.
I smiled and nodded at the secretary politely from my seat in the plush outer office of billionaire and business mogul, Eli Stone. It wasn’t the elderly assistant’s fault that her boss had left me waiting for way longer than anybody should have to wait for a scheduled appointment, even with a billionaire.
I’m a billionaire, too. Isn’t there some kind of unspoken courtesy thing among the mega-rich? Did one billionaire leave another one waiting for an hour to see them?
Unfortunately, I hadn’t been rich long enough to know the rules.
Mr. Stone had a net worth a lot higher than mine, but once somebody reached billionaire status, did it really matter?
I dropped the last magazine I’d finished on the table with a sigh.
I’m completely out of reading material, even the ridiculous stuff.
I tapped my foot impatiently, wondering if this was the way billionaires treated each other.
Truth was, I’d only been a billionaire for a matter of months, and I still had no idea what I was supposed to do with my newfound wealth. To be honest, all my money and investments terrified the hell out of me. I was a science and wildlife geek. Ask me any question about conservation or animal behavior, and I could go on for hours. But I had no idea what to do with a fortune.
I only knew how to live poor, so I was basically paralyzed with fear every time I glanced at my bank account and my investment portfolio. I knew I should be happy, but for some unknown reason, I’m wasn’t.
Through an accident of birth, and because of the father I’d never known, I’d suddenly become one of the richest women in the world. I was now a wealthy and powerful Sinclair.
Well, I’d always been a Sinclair, but the wealthy part of it—not so much. Never in a million years would I have guessed that I was related to the super-rich Sinclairs on the East Coast.
Me, my twin sister, Brooke, and my brothers Noah, Seth, Aiden and Owen had gone from being dirt poor our entire lives to having more money than God because we’d discovered that our father had been a bigamist. My father was a man who had acquired two wives, and two separate families on opposite coasts.
My siblings and I had kind of gotten the bad part of that deal. Well, financially, anyway.
It’s not that I wasn’t grateful that the East Coast Sinclairs had found our family on the West Coast. My half-brother, Evan, had brought us all together as one very large family. But our inheritance, which had made me and all of my siblings ridiculously wealthy, was still something I just wasn’t used to.
I’d invested the majority of my legacy with Evan’s help, and he still assisted me by managing my overwhelming portfolio, even though all of my half-brothers and my half-sister were on the East Coast. He’d set up my money to make more money, and I sometimes got dizzy watching it grow. And that’s pretty much all I did. I watched my fortune increase every single day. I felt too intimidated by all those zeros to do anything else.
Unlike my brothers, I didn’t much care if the money continued to multiply, and I didn’t have big plans like they did.
I wish I did. Maybe it would be easier if I was constantly busy, and planning out my future.
The only major purchase I’d made was a waterfront cottage in my home town of Citrus Beach. Again, Evan had made that happen. I’d picked out a home I’d love to have like my half-brother had requested, and he’d pushed the sale through at a pace I found mindboggling. Really, it was a lovely house I’d much rather be enjoying right now instead of waiting on Eli Stone in the middle of downtown San Diego.
Glancing at my watch for about the millionth time, I hoped Mr. Stone would give me what I wanted, and I could make it home in time to watch the sunset. But if it took much longer, I was going to get stuck in San Diego traffic, and I wouldn’t see my house until it was already dark.
“He’s ready for you, Ms. Sinclair.” The secretary stood up as she spoke.
I rose and grabbed my purse. I was probably underdressed to be inside the Stone corporate headquarters, but at least I’d been comfortable waiting in my well-worn jeans, sandals, and a baby blue top.
I nodded at the woman who opened the enormous double doors, and then closed them behind me like a gatekeeper.
I moved forward and perched on the edge of one of the massive chairs in front of Eli Stone’s desk before I finally looked up at the man I’d waited an hour to see. I gaped at the guy I’d only seen on television or on the cover of a magazine in the supermarket.
He cleans up good.
Most of the time, Eli Stone had only gotten my attention because of the outrageous hobbies and challenges he pursued. If there was an element of danger to an activity, this man always seemed to be up for trying it.
Race car driving.
Big wave surfing.
Sky diving.
Extreme water sport challenges.
Hang Gliding.
Rocketry.
For God’s sake, the guy had purchased his own rocket company and was planning on sending unmanned flights into the Milky Way shortly. From what I’d heard, Eli Stone was way ahead in the private space game, so he obviously took that pursuit seriously.
“Mr. Stone,” I said in a modulated tone. “Thank you for seeing me.”
I was pretty sure I’d never seen him in a suit since he seemed to enjoy flashing his half-naked body in his photos and videos. Personally, I found the gray suit and elegant gray and navy tie much more appealing.
Not that he didn’t look good half-naked, too. But it was pretty hard to take somebody doing an insane stunt all that seriously.
But this Eli Stone, the one sitting in front of me, had my complete attention.
He looked aloof, but he was watching me like an eagle eyes potential prey from the air right before it finally strikes. And I really didn’t like being the rabbit that he’d just spied from above.
Starting at the top of my head, he assessed me slowly. “Ms. Sinclair,” he acknowledged in a smooth baritone. “What can I do for you?”
Many things came to mind as I stared back at him, but I answered, “I sent you a proposal on the property I’d like to buy. Have you had a chance to look at it?”
I really had to stop staring into his cool, gray eyes, thinking about how well his suit matched his eye color.
For some reason, I was completely fascinated by this Eli Stone. Unlike his television persona, this man was all too real.
He made me nervous for reasons I couldn’t explain. There was tension in the air between us, even though we had never met. And I wasn’t at all comfortable with the heat that was pooling between my thighs.
I’d never been struck with instant lust. But there was something about Eli Stone that completely captivated me.
Maybe because the guy in front of me wasn’t at all what I’d expected.
He was a clown on television, and he was always smirking arrogantly in his photos. I’d expected to meet a person who took almost nothing seriously. Instead, I’d gotten a man who commanded attention just by being present in the room. And he looked like he had absolutely nothing to smile about.
I could practically smell his earthy scent, although I knew it wasn’t really traveling from his body to my nose all the way across the big desk.
Swallowing hard as he casually opened his jacket and leaned back in his chair, I waited for his reply, but he didn’t seem in any hurry to me one.
I knew that he had a drool-worthy body. Generally, I wasn’t big on tattoos, but the tribal markings that I’d seen on his arm had always looked good on him.
Funny, but I’d never been hit with the primal urge to screw him when I’d seen his ripped body in magazines or on TV. But being up close and personal was... different.
“I didn’t read it,” he said sharply. “I’m not interested in letting go of that piece of property. It’s been in my family for decades. It’s not developable right now, although it could be in the future. My question to you is—why do you want it?”
Shit! Since the land near Lucifer’s Canyon was pretty much useless, I’d been hoping to easily convince him to part with it. Compared to the businesses, vast properties, and the land he owned, that acreage in the back country was less than nothing.
“I’m a wildlife genetic conservationist,” I explained. “A portion of the land is an important wildlife corridor. I’d like to make sure it’s always preserved.”
Who knew what Eli Stone would do with the land in the future? For all I knew, he’d turn it into a launching pad for his space flights. It was important to me to see that the passage leading from one open space to another was kept intact.
