Swept Away by the Tycoon

by Barbara Wallace

  A woman who’s been burnt…

  Chloe Abrams has had quite enough rejection for one lifetime. These days, she’s flying solo!

  A man who needs hope…

  Former soldier Ian Black was once the king of Manhattan. Then his PTSD caught up with him and his whole world crumbled. Now he’s on a mission to rebuild it.

  A love worth risking everything for!

  Ian sweeps Chloe off her feet and makes her feel cherished. Dare she start to believe the most heartwarming truth of all—that the best men stick around forever?

  They’d been dancing around this moment all weekend, both of them afraid of what would happen if they let their guard down.

  She was tired of being afraid. She wanted him. Wanted him in a way that went far beyond sex.

  “I’ve got all I need right here.”

  In case he didn’t believe her, she forced his gaze to meet hers. Every muscle in his body was tense, shaking from restraint. In the shadowed blue light, she saw the desire struggling to break free. “Right here,” she repeated, and brushed a kiss against his lips.

  A groan tore out of his throat and he wrapped an arm around her waist. Chloe found herself yanked tight against his body. “Do you have any idea how difficult you are to resist?” he growled.

  The roughness in his voice turned her insides raw. “Show me,” she challenged, her rasp matching his.

  He did.

  Dear Reader,

  This book is about mistakes. Making them, correcting them and learning from them. It’s a subject near and dear to me, because, goodness knows, I make a lot of mistakes.

  In Chloe Abrams’s case, she’s so busy running from the mistakes of her parents, she can’t see that she’s repeating history. Meanwhile, Ian Black desperately wants to atone for his past mistakes—to the point of obsession. Neither of them believes they deserve a happy ever after. Thus, when true love lands at their feet, they stubbornly refuse to acknowledge their feelings.

  Fortunately for them, Mother Nature decides to play matchmaker—by brewing up a spring ice storm.

  Readers might remember Chloe from The Man Behind the Mask. That book introduced Delilah, Chloe and Larissa, three best friends looking for love in the Big Apple. Of the three of them, Chloe was the most cynical about lifelong happiness, so naturally I had to write her story next.

  Writing Swept Away by the Tycoon was a blast! Chloe and Ian’s romance is a great reminder that no matter how many times you screw up, life always offers a fresh chance at happiness. My only regret is that the Blue Bird Inn doesn’t exist in real life. I’d love to get stranded there.

  By the way, fans of The Man Behind the Mask will love the peek at Delilah and Simon’s future, as well.

  Finally, Swept Away by the Tycoon is my tenth Harlequin® Romance title. It’s been a wonderful journey so far. I’d love to hear what you think of this book—and the others. Please write me at Barbara@Barbarawallace.com. Feedback is not only welcome, it’s appreciated.

  Happy reading!

  Barb Wallace

  P.S.: Keep an eye out for the third book in this trilogy. Larissa, the most romantic of the trio, gets her chance at love soon!

  SWEPT AWAY BY THE TYCOON

  Barbara Wallace

  Barbara Wallace is a lifelong romantic and daydreamer, so it’s not surprising that at the age of eight she decided to become a writer. However, it wasn’t until a coworker handed her a romance novel that she knew where her stories belonged. For years she limited her dreams to nights, weekends and commuter train trips, while working as a communications specialist, PR freelancer and full-time mom. At the urging of her family she finally chucked the day job and pursued writing full-time—and she couldn’t be happier.

  Barbara lives in Massachusetts with her husband, their teenage son and two very spoiled, self-centered cats (as if there could be any other kind). Readers can visit her at www.barbarawallace.com and find her on Facebook. She’d love to hear from you.

  Recent books by Barbara Wallace

  THE MAN BEHIND THE MASK

  THE COURAGE TO SAY YES

  THE BILLIONAIRE’S FAIR LADY

  MR. RIGHT, NEXT DOOR!

  DARING TO DATE THE BOSS

  THE HEART OF A HERO

  BEAUTY AND THE BROODING BOSS

  THE CINDERELLA BRIDE

  MAGIC UNDER THE MISTLETOE

  This and other titles by Barbara Wallace available in ebook format from www.Harlequin.com.

  To Kumkum Malik. Without your help and advice, I would never have started my publishing journey. Thank you.

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  EXCERPT

  CHAPTER ONE

  PLEASE SAY SHE was not watching her boyfriend hit on another customer.

  Okay, perhaps boyfriend was too strong a word. After all, she and Aiden had never said they were exclusive. Still, Chloe Abrams figured they were, at the very least, serious enough that he wouldn’t pass his number to other women while she was standing six feet away!

  Wasn’t as though he couldn’t see her. Last time Chloe checked, between her height, her heels and her hair, she stood above the crowd by a good couple inches. Yet there he was, flashing his heavy-lidded smile at some blonde on the other side of the coffee bar, and Chloe would bet it wasn’t because the woman had asked for an extra shot of syrup.

  From behind her, she heard a chuckle. “I wondered when you’d catch on.”

  Great. As if the moment wasn’t humiliating enough, the resident slacker decided to chime in.

  “You know she’s not the first one, right? Dude gives out his number more than directory assistance.”

  Chloe dug her nails into the strap of her designer handbag and pretended not to listen. A difficult task, since the slacker’s voice had a silk-over-sandpaper quality that made him hard to ignore.

  “Funny, he always gives out his number. He never asks the women for theirs. I can’t figure out if it’s because he thinks his company is that desirable or if it’s because by having them call him, he gets off the hook for paying. You wouldn’t want to weigh in, would you, Curlilocks?”

  The strap on her bag crumpled, Chloe was squeezing so tightly. Problem with narrow city coffee shops was that it was hard to escape the crowd. In this case, the owner had crammed tables along the brightly colored walls, which meant that during the morning rush the patrons in line stood on top of those sitting down.

  The slacker had first appeared shortly after the new year. If she was being honest, slacker wasn’t the right word, but she couldn’t come up with anything better. Every time Chloe came in—which was obscenely often—she would see him nursing a cup of coffee. A permanent ginger-haired fixture. Sometimes he read. Other times, she’d spy him bent over a pile of paper, scribbling away. Rugged, unshaven, bundled in a worn leather jacket, his no-nonsense presence jarred with Café Mondu’s trendy atmosphere. Usually he kept to himself.

  Until today, anyway.

  “If you ask me,” he continued in his quiet growl, “a woman like you could do a lot better.”

  Not really, Chloe thought, but she didn’t feel like arguing the point.

  “Your iced coffee is ready.” In an obvious show of female solidarity, the other barista called out Chloe’s order in an overly loud voice. First the slacker, now Aiden’s coworkers. Was there anyone who hadn’t noticed her humiliation?

  “Thanks,” she replied. If t
he slacker wanted to assume the acknowledgment was for his comment, too, let him. Stepping toward the counter, she loosened her grip on her strap, the motion causing the leather satchel to slide downward slightly and brush the blonde’s hip. The woman stopped flirting long enough to glance over her shoulder. That got Aiden’s attention. He immediately looked in Chloe’s direction.

  And winked.

  Winked! Un-freaking-believable. He could have at least looked embarrassed over getting caught. No, the jerk winked, as if she was in on the joke.

  “You okay, Curlilocks?” the slacker asked.

  Okay? Try furious. Discovering Prince Charming was a jerk, she could handle. She was used to jerks. But to have him make a fool of her in front of the slacker and everyone else in the place? No way.

  “Excuse me,” she said, tapping the blonde on the shoulder, “but you’re going to want stand back.”

  “Why?” the woman asked.

  “Because of this.” She raised her drink over Aiden’s head and poured.

  “What the—?” Coffee and ice streamed down the sides of the barista’s face, plastering his shiny black mane to his cheeks. He looked like a long-haired dog after a bath.

  Satisfaction gave a way better jolt than caffeine. “He’s all yours, sweetie,” Chloe said, tossing a smile to the blonde. “I’ve got better things to do.” Turning on her heels, she marched to the front door.

  The slacker rewarded her with a slow clap as she passed. “Well played, Curlilocks. Very well played.”

  At least someone enjoyed the performance.

  * * *

  “You did not.” Larissa Boyd stared at her with wide-eyed admiration. “The entire iced coffee?”

  “All twenty ounces,” Chloe replied. “I’ve got to tell you, those bangs don’t look nearly as sexy when dripping wet.” She sat back in her office chair, smiling with a boldness she didn’t truly feel.

  “What did he do?”

  “Nothing. He and his new friend were too stunned to speak. I think everyone in the shop was.” Except, that is, for the slacker. She could still hear his applause.

  “Too stunned to speak about what?” Delilah St. Germain’s ponytailed head poked around the cubicle wall. “I got your text. What happened?”

  “Chloe caught Aiden passing his number to another woman, and dumped an iced coffee on his head.”

  Delilah’s eyes widened to match Larissa’s. “You did not.”

  “Is there an echo in here? Yes, I did. Blame temporary insanity.”

  “No, insane was when you started dating the jerk. This, on the other hand... I’m impressed. You’ve got guts.”

  Guts or really poor judgment? Chloe’s rebellious high had started to fade in favor of foolishness.

  Based on her friends’ awestruck expressions, they disagreed, so she kept up the facade. She was good at that: pretending to be unaffected. “I prefer to say I struck a blow on behalf of misled females everywhere.”

  “Use whatever term you want. If I had been in your shoes, I wouldn’t have had the nerve.”

  “Me, neither,” Larissa said.

  They needn’t worry; neither of them would ever be in her shoes, and that wasn’t simply because they were both engaged to be married. To begin with, her friends attracted a different kind of man. Nice men who believed in calling women back. Neither of them would be impulsive enough to dump a cup of coffee over a guy’s head, because neither of them would be involved with a man jerk-offish enough to warrant the behavior.

  Not that Chloe resented her friends’ happiness. On the contrary. She couldn’t be more happy. From the moment the three of them met at CMT Advertising’s new employee orientation, Chloe had recognized her two best friends were different than her. They were soft and lovable, with a smiling optimism she couldn’t muster if she tried. The two of them deserved all the happiness in the world.

  “When you think about it, Aiden’s the one with the nerve.” Larissa’s voice dragged her back to the present. “Giving his number out when you were standing right there? What kind of guy does that?”

  The kind of guy Chloe dated. “Apparently it wasn’t the first time, either. The slacker told me he’s a regular directory assistance.”

  “Wait, who?” Delilah asked. She had a habit of tucking her hair behind her ear, a motion that caused her sinfully large diamond to sparkle as it caught the fluorescent lighting.

  “The slacker. You’ve seen him. He sits at the front table every day.” She was met with blank looks. “Leather jacket? Buzz cut?” How could they not have noticed him? “No matter. He’s the one who told me Aiden writes his number on a lot of coffee cups.”

  “You believed him?”

  Oddly enough, yes. “No reason for him to lie.”

  Delilah ran a hand around her ear again. “All the better you dumped his sorry behind, then. We never did think he was good enough for you.”

  “Delilah’s right. Any guy who doesn’t appreciate you is a jerk. You can do better.”

  “The slacker said the same thing,” Chloe muttered.

  “The slacker has good taste,” Delilah stated.

  She smiled. Naturally, her friends would rush to her defense, same as they did whenever her latest relationship went belly-up. Only Chloe knew the truth. That the betrayal wasn’t all Aiden’s fault. How could it be when she was the one genetically programmed to pursue doomed relationships? Short-term Chloe, good for a few laughs, but not worth sticking around for. Good thing she didn’t expect more, or she’d have serious depression issues.

  “Jerk or not, he was also my date for your wedding, Del.” The brunette’s wedding was two weeks away. She was marrying the head of their advertising agency in a black tie ceremony that would be filled with colleagues and society people. All of whom would have plus ones now, except for Chloe. She sighed. “Damn, but he would have looked good in a tuxedo.”

  “A tuxedo you were paying for,” Larissa pointed out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry; we’ll find you a proper date. One who can afford to pay his own way. I’m sure Tom has a friend.”

  “Or Simon...”

  “Absolutely not.” She’d rather go solo than take a blind date. Scrambling to find some stranger to take simply so she had a dance partner? Thanks, but she didn’t need another short-term deal right now. “In fact,” she said, thinking aloud, “not having a date is a good thing. Now I don’t have to worry about entertaining anybody, and can focus on being the maid of honor. What if you have a bridal emergency? I’m supposed to be at your beck and call for anything you need.”

  “You’re not funny,” Larissa said, narrowing her eyes. “Beck and call” had been an inside joke for months. Ever since Larissa got engaged and turned planning her wedding into her life’s work.

  “Actually,” Chloe replied with a grin, “I am very funny.”

  “Wait till you start planning your own wedding. You’re going to want my help, and I’m not going to give you any.”

  “Oh come on, La-roo, you and I both know I plan on being one of those inappropriate cougars who dates your son’s friends.”

  Larissa folded her arms across her chest. “You would, too, just to get me, wouldn’t you?”

  “You know it,” Chloe said with a cheeky grin. When discussing her love life, she was very good at playing the irreverent, cavalier friend. Only after Delilah and Larissa returned to their desks did she let herself give in to the hollowness plaguing her chest.

  She’d liked Aiden, dammit. So what if their relationship consisted mostly of meeting up at parties and clubs? Enough time had gone by that she’d started to think maybe he might be a guy who stuck around awhile. She should have known better. Sooner or later all men left. After all, a person had to be worth sticking around for.

  * * *

  “Well, well, well, look who’s back. Should I grab my umbrella?”

  The slacker’s gravelly greeting seemed to inch its way up Chloe’s spine, causing her to stiffen. Looking over at the front tab
le, she saw him leaning back in his chair, a smile on his ginger-stubbled face. You really need to find a better nickname, she thought to herself. Smug Bastard might work today.

  “I wouldn’t want to waste a good coffee,” she told him.

  “Again,” he replied.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You mean you wouldn’t want to waste a good cup of coffee again. Though now that I think about it, you didn’t really waste yesterday’s drink, did you?”

  Chloe narrowed her eyes. She was so not in the mood.

  “Not a morning person, are we, Curlilocks?”

  “Depends on the company.”

  “Ouch.” He clutched his chest. “You wound.”

  If only. She looked away, hoping he’d get the hint and stop talking. Being here was awkward enough without the commentary.

  He didn’t. “I’ve got to admit, I’m impressed. I wasn’t sure you’d be back.”

  Neither was she, until she’d walked through the door. In fact, she’d stood on the corner for a good ten minutes, debating the decision, convinced the manager would toss her on the sidewalk the second she entered. Or worse, Aiden would throw an iced coffee in her face.

  In the end, pride won out. Stopping for her morning iced latte had been part of her routine long before Aiden came into the picture. No way was she letting some two-timing coffee jerk change that.

  “Why wouldn’t I come back?” she asked Slacker. He didn’t need to know about her indecision. “Like I said, they’ve got good coffee here.”

  “Better than good, if you ask me.” To prove his point, he took a sip. Chloe noticed the side of his left hand already had ink smudges. Today was a note writing day, apparently.

  “Although,” he added, once he’d swallowed, “if I were you, I’d ask another barista to wait on me. In case.”

  “I’m not you,” she reminded him.

  He surprised her by raking his eyes up and down her entire length. “That you’re not, Curlilocks,” he said with a rough-sounding growl meant to make her insides take notice.