The Billion Dollar Bad Boy

By: Jackie Ashenden

Chapter 1

Donovan Morrow was in an unusually foul temper. He didn’t normally have this problem, but today nothing was right. He didn’t want to sit in this damn meeting room. He didn’t want to listen to this damn presentation. And most especially he didn’t want to watch Victoria de Winter as she bustled around with a laser pointer, listing all the reasons why Morrow should sell their historic docklands headquarters to the De Winter Group.

He didn’t want to sell the land at all. It was important to him and he had plans for it. A claim to stake. The one piece of his family legacy that he’d decided he was going to call his own.

A legacy he thought he’d want nothing to do with until his older brother Jax had called him back into the family fold. And he’d decided he wanted a piece of it after all.

Unfortunately for him though, Jax wanted that legacy gone and had given him the task of getting rid of it, apparently not giving a shit about the plans Donovan had.

Plans Jax refused to consider or even let him explain.

So that’s nothing new, is it?

No, it fucking wasn’t.

Now, to add insult to injury, he had to deal with someone else wanting that legacy, that land that was rightly Morrow land. A woman who’d irritated the crap out of him since the moment she’d walked in the door.

For a start he didn’t like redheads and she had flame red hair carefully pinned into a prissy little bun. For another it was the kind of bun that begged to be unpinned and let loose down her back. And then there was the neat, precise charcoal suit and her white blouse with just a hint of ruffle, the skirt that seemed to outline every luscious curve of her perfect little hourglass figure. But the final insult had to be the expression in her gray eyes—cool, patronizing, condescending almost.

Yeah, that expression really got to him. . It reminded him far too much of the one his uptight older brother used to give him. Like he was a kid who needed to be humored rather than an adult with genuine concerns. But the thing that irritated him the most was the fact that he was attracted like hell to her and that was the last thing he wanted to be when his family’s land was on the table.

As Victoria finished up, Donovan leaned back in his chair and steepled his hands, trying not to show his annoyance. “So that’s the best you can do?” he said. “Profit sharing?”

A small crease appeared momentarily between her red brows as if she was puzzled why he didn’t understand. “I thought I explained. A cut of the first year’s trading could be extremely lucrative for you. It’s a very competitive offer, Mr. Morrow.”

“Only if your development is successful.”

She gave him a cool smile, both patient and patronizing at once. “We’ve had huge success in similar developments over the past couple of years. There’s no reason to expect this will be any different.” She turned, reaching to put down the laser pointer she’d been carrying onto the nearby desk, and as she did so, the material of her tailored skirt pulled tight over the curve of what was really quite a delectable ass.

Donovan scowled, a certain kind of heat gathering in his groin. Oh, for fuck’s sake. That’s all he needed. A hard-on to complicate things. Man, it was the last thing he wanted.

Sex and business were separate and he preferred to keep them that way.

Mercifully she straightened and turned back to him, that cool smile still plastered to her face. “We’re a very successful company, Mr. Morrow. You won’t regret accepting our offer, I can assure you.”

“Sure,” he conceded. “But there are no guarantees in business, Miss de Winter.”

“Of course not. Only calculated risks.” Her smile became a touch cooler. “And I prefer ‘Ms.’ if you don’t mind.”

Good Christ, the woman was uptight. “But ‘Ms.’ is so formal, don’t you think?” he said, unable to resist the temptation of irritating her the way she was irritating him. “What if I call you Victoria?”

She had a sweetly shaped mouth that thinned with the merest hint of annoyance. “No thank you. Ms. is my preference.” She began to shut down the laptop she’d set up for her presentation. “So do I take it you’ll consider our offer?”

Donovan contemplated her. She was packing up with small, precise movements. In fact everything about her was small and precise. From her smooth red bun down to her plain black pumps.

Who’d have thought that such a petite, perfectly put together woman would have had such a ball-buster reputation? But she did. In fact, Victoria de Winter had a reputation for an almost Morrow-like icy ruthlessness when it came to business.

What would it be like to melt all that ice? Muss up all that neatness?

Jesus, where the hell had that thought come from? Because he sure as shit wasn’t going there with the de Winter ice princess. His damn di**ck could fixate on another woman. Preferably one he wasn’t doing business with.

“Well, Mr. Morrow?” Victoria folded her arms, raising one delicate red brow.

The annoyance sitting in his gut coiled tighter. He didn’t want to consider her offer. He didn’t want to get rid of the Morrow land at all. Shit, Jax had the company but what did he have? Nothing.

Well, since he’d come back to Morrow Incorporated, he’d decided he was sick of having nothing. That land was his due and he’d fucking earned it, especially considering all the shit he’d done for Morrow before Patrick, his father, had driven him out of the company.

He wasn’t going to let all that humiliation mean nothing.

Leaning forward in his chair, elbows on the desk in front of him, Donovan clasped his hands. “I’ll be frank, Ms. de Winter.” He paused a little over the “Ms.” for emphasis. “Your offer is unconvincing, especially when we’ve had a number of others that have been far more competitive. So I’m afraid, unless you can come up with something more, we won’t be doing business.”

Her expression did not change one iota. “With all due respect, I think our offer is more than fair. If you—”

“Ah, but this isn’t about fairness,” he said, cutting her off. “This is about money.” He let his hands drop to the arms of the chair. “And De Winter isn’t offering us enough.”

It was bullshit, of course. They had no other offers. After an exposé of the docklands history had put Morrow’s criminal past back in the headlines, no one wanted to touch the land with a barge pole. Which meant that if he wanted to be a good boy and do what big brother said, he should be jumping at the De Winter offer.

But he wasn’t a good boy and he’d be damned if he was going to let Jax and his autocratic behavior get in the way of what he wanted to do.

That land was his birthright. Jax may not want it but he did. Which meant he wasn’t going to sell it to anyone, and that included prissy little Victoria de Winter.

A flash of silver glowed in the depths of her eyes, the first hint of genuine expression he’d seen on her face since the meeting began. And against his will, a spark of interest joined the attraction already simmering in his gut.

Was there something more than ice underneath that serene front of hers? Something hotter?

No, he did not want to know. This was business. Strictly business.

“Give me half an hour,” she said, “and I’ll have a better offer together.”

Donovan made a show of glancing down at his watch. He wasn’t going to wait half an hour and he had the perfect reason not to. Jax’s engagement party at the 2nd Circle—one of New York’s most exclusive clubs—would be starting in half an hour, and being late wouldn’t look good. Not that he gave a shit about punctuality, but Jax would give him hell for it and his brother getting on his damn back about yet something else was the last thing he needed.

He let out a regretful sigh. “No can do,” he said, pushing back his chair and getting to his feet. “I have an engagement tonight and I’m already late.”

“Tomorrow then. I can get it to you first thing.”

He smiled the brilliant, dazzling smile that always flustered women and made them forget what they were going to say. “Determined, aren’t you?”

Unfortunately Victoria de Winter remained unflustered. “I want this deal, Mr. Morrow,” she said flatly.

Donovan smiled wider. “Naturally you want this deal. That’s why you’re here.”

Her red brows twitched, but her cool stare was unblinking. “Yes. It is why I’m here. The question that puzzles me is, why are you?”

“Why am I what?”

“Why are you here?” She skirted around the desk, coming toward him, determined and steely. “Because I’m getting the very distinct impression that you don’t want to be.”

Christ, she didn’t miss a thing, did she?

Her cool gray eyes looked up into his as if she was trying to see inside him, read all his secrets. And now that she was close, he was suddenly aware of her scent, an unexpectedly delicate, sweet scent, like jasmine or vanilla, and the soft vulnerability of her throat, left exposed by the one undone button on her blouse.

He found himself staring at that throat, at the pulse beating there. Steady. Regular. Wondering if he could make it beat faster. Harder.

Shit no. Keep your di**ck out of this. If you want sex, find someone at the party.

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