Taken Over by the Billionaire

His eyes were glittering when his head lifted. ‘If that bacon wasn’t already cooked,’ he said, ‘I’d have you for breakfast.’

‘Really,’ she replied with superb nonchalance. ‘I might have something to say about that.’

His eyes carried the knowledge she was bluffing. ‘Come now, Jess, let’s not play games this morning. You and I both know that what we shared last night was something special. And highly addictive. But you’re right. We should eat first.’

‘Your bruise looks much better,’ she said, turning her attention back to the breakfast. ‘When bruises start going all the colours of the rainbow, it usually means they’re on the mend. Now, sit down, for Pete’s sake, and let me get on with this.’

‘You sound like you’re familiar with bruises,’ he said, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table and sitting down.

‘I have three brothers,’ she reminded him. ‘There wasn’t a day that they didn’t come home from school with bruises.’

‘Habitual fighters, were they?’

‘No. Just physical.’

‘Like you. You’re very physical. And very sexy.’

Jess felt some dismay—and irritation—that Ben’s focus seemed to be all about sex. She was more than that…wasn’t she?

Somehow, she managed to serve up toast, bacon and eggs without burning anything. Ben ate his with relish, Jess just picking at hers. She’d always been a girl who lacked appetite when she was upset about something. She tried telling herself she was foolish to expect anything more than sex from Ben, but it was a losing cause.

‘You didn’t eat much,’ Ben remarked after he finished his breakfast.

‘I’m not very hungry. I had some coffee before you got up.’

‘You’re not one of those girls who lives on coffee, are you?’

‘Not usually.’

‘You don’t need to lose weight, Jess. Your body is absolutely gorgeous just the way it is.’

Jess struggled not to show her feelings on her face. But did he have to concentrate on her body?

‘I’m glad you think so. By the way, you said yesterday we could have a talk about Fab Fashions this morning.’

He seemed genuinely taken aback. ‘Yes, I know I did. But that was before last night.’

Jess glared at him across the table. ‘You mean you don’t have to pander to me any more because we’ve already had sex.’

Ben hid his guilt well. Because she was right, wasn’t she? But, damn it all, he wasn’t about to waste time talking about business when he could be having sex with her again.

‘No,’ he said carefully. ‘That’s not true. Though what we shared last night does change things, Jess. It was so very special. We can talk about Fab Fashions during the drive home tomorrow. And every day next week. Meanwhile, we probably only have a couple of hours to ourselves before we both have to get ready for the wedding this afternoon. What time do you have to be over at Catherine’s?’

She seemed mollified by his explanation. ‘I said I’d be there at three. But I have to do my hair first. Catherine and Leanne are having their hair done at a hairdresser’s in Mudgee this morning, but I prefer to do my own hair. I’m better at it than the hairdresser.’

He smiled. ‘I have no doubt you are. Okay, Andy said he’s going to collect me around two-thirty. We’re all getting ready together up at the house before heading over to Catherine’s around four. Apparently, it doesn’t do for the groom’s party to be late arriving.’

‘You haven’t been in a bridal party before?’

‘Actually, no, I haven’t. Have you?’

‘I was a bridesmaid at all of my three brothers’ weddings.’

‘Maybe next time you’ll be the bride.’

‘I doubt it,’ she said, her voice sharp.

‘Don’t you want to get married?’

‘Well, yes, I do. Eventually. That’s what we do in our family. But I’m prepared to wait till the right man comes along. After Colin, I’m not in any hurry.’

Ben wasn’t in any hurry either. But it did cross his mind that Jess would make some man a wonderful wife.

‘And what would make him the right man?’ he asked.

Jess shrugged. ‘That’s a difficult question. For starters, he’d have to be reasonably successful in whatever he’s chosen to do in life. I like men who are confident.’

‘Would he have to be rich?’

‘Not rich like you, Ben De Silva. I would never marry a man as rich as you.’