A Perfect Husband (5 page)

Zane’s tiredness evaporated. Now the midnight meeting at the office made sense. Lucas’s apartment had probably been staked out by the press. “I thought you and Lilah were over.”

If he had thought anything else he would not have gone back to Florida to close the land deal. He would have sent someone else.

Lucas paced to the desk, checked the screen of an ice-cream pink cel as if he was waiting for a text, then rifled through a drawer. He came up with a business card. “We are over, but try tel ing that to the press.”

He scribbled a number on the card. “Lilah came to my apartment. She was fol owed.”

Zane took the card. If he thought he had control ed the possessive jealousy that had eaten into him ever since Constantine’s wedding, in that moment he knew he was wrong. “What was Lilah doing at your apartment?”

Lucas frowned at the pink cel as if something about it was stressing him to the max. “I’m not sure. Carla was there. Lilah left before I could talk to her. The point is, I need you to mind her for me again.”

In terse sentences, Lucas described how a reporter had snapped photos of him kissing Carla out on the sidewalk, with Lilah looking on. The pictures would be published in the morning paper.

Every muscle in Zane’s body tensed at the knowledge that Lucas and Lilah were stil connected, even if it was only by scandal.

During Constantine’s wedding, which Lilah had attended because she had not been able to get a flight out until the fol owing Monday, she had made it clear she was “off” al things Atraeus. Zane had not enjoyed being shut out, but at least he’d had the satisfaction of knowing Lilah was over Lucas.

He wondered what had changed her mind to the extent that she had actual y gone to Lucas’s apartment. Grimly, he control ed the cavemanlike urge to grab Lucas by his shirtfront, shove him against the wal and demand that he leave Lilah Cole alone. “She won’t like it.”

Lucas’s expression was distracted. “She’l adjust. She’s being wel compensated.”

Zane went stil inside. “How, exactly?”

Lucas shuffled papers. “The usual currency. Money, promotion.”

Zane could feel his blood pressure rocketing. “Carla won’t like that.”

“Tel me about it.” Lucas shot him a tired grin. “Women.

It’s a juggling act.”

And one in which Lucas, with his kil er charm, had always excel ed.

Suspicion coalesced into certainty. Despite the engagement to Carla, Zane was certain that Lilah
was
stil in the picture for Lucas. Maybe he had it al wrong, but he couldn’t al ow himself to forget that Lucas had bought Lilah an engagement ring.

He could stil see the catalog picture Elena had shown him. The solitaire had been large and flawless. Personal y, he had thought the chunky diamond had been a mistake.

He would have chosen something antique and lavish, maybe with a few emeralds on the side to match her eyes.

Zane’s jaw clenched against the fiery urge to demand to know why, now that Lucas was engaged to Carla, he couldn’t leave Lilah Cole alone.

Irrelevant question. Atraeus men had a long, wel -

publicized history of womanizing. He should know; he was the product of a liaison.

Letting out a breath, Zane forced himself to relax. “How long do you want me to mind her this time?”

Lucas shrugged. “The weekend. Long enough to get her through the media frenzy that’s going to break fol owing the announcement at the press conference—” he checked his watch “—today.”

Zane’s temper frayed at the possessive concern in Lucas’s voice. “Sure. We got on okay on Medinos.” He dril ed Lucas with another cold look. “I think she likes me.”

Lucas looked relieved. “Great, I owe you one. I know Lilah isn’t your normal type.”

Zane’s brows jerked together. “What do you mean, not my type?”

Lucas placed his briefcase on the desk and began loading files into it. “Lilah’s into classical music; she’s arty. I think she paints.”

“She does.
I
like art and classical music.”

He snapped the case closed. “She’s older.”

Lucas made the age gap sound like an unbridgeable abyss. “Five years is not a big gap.”

Lucas’s cel broke into a catchy tango.

Jaw compressed, Zane watched as Lucas snatched up the phone. “Nice tune. Bolero.”

Lucas shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. This is my secretary’s phone. Mine’s, uh, broken.” He held the cel against his ear and lifted a hand in dismissal. “Hey, thanks.”

“Not a problem.” Jaw taut, Zane took the creaking elevator to the ground floor. If he had stayed in the office with Lucas much longer he might have lost his temper. He had learned long ago that losing control was the equivalent of losing, and with Lilah Cole he did not intend to lose.

He had to focus, concentrate.

A whole weekend. Two days,
and nights
.

With a woman so committed to marriage she had written a blueprint for success and developed a points system for the men who had scored highly enough to make it into her folder.

* * *

Cheeks hot with embarrassment, she tightened her grip on the ivory handbag that matched her stylish suit, and plowed forward. Someone tugged at the sleeve of her jacket; a flash blinded her. A split second later the grip on her arm and the reporter were miraculously removed, replaced by the burly back of a uniformed security guard.

The mass of reporters parted and Zane Atraeus’s dark gaze burned into hers, oddly calm and assessing in the midst of chaos. Despite her determination to remain calm in his presence, to forget the kiss, a hot thril shot down her spine.

“Lilah, come with me.”

For a split second she thought he had said, “Lilah, come to me,” and the vivid intensity of her reaction to the low, husky command was paralyzing.

She had already had two negative experiences with Atraeus males. Now wasn’t the time to redefine that old cliché by fantasizing about jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire, again.

The media surged against the wal of security, an elbow jabbed her back. She clutched Zane’s outstretched hand.

He released her fingers almost immediately and scooped her against his side, his muscled heat burning into her as they walked.

Three swift steps. The glass doors gleamed ahead. A camera flashed. “Oh, good. More scandal.”

She caught the edge of Zane’s grin. “That’s what you get when you play with an Atraeus.”

The hotel doors swished wide. More media were inside, along with curious hotel staff and guests. Lilah worked to keep her expression serene, although she was uncomfortably aware that her cheeks were burning. “I didn’t

‘play’ with anyone.”

“You went to Medinos. That was some first date.”

The nervy thril of Zane turning up to protect her evaporated. “I didn’t exactly enjoy the experience.”

As first dates went it had been an utter disaster.

Zane ushered her into an open elevator. The heat of his palm at the smal of her back sent a smal shock of awareness through her. Two large Medinian security guards stepped in on either side of them. A third man, blocky and muscled with a shaven head, whom she recognized as Spiros, took up a position by the door and punched buttons.

Lilah’s ruffled unease at Zane’s closeness increased as the elevator shot upward. “I suppose you’re in Sydney for the charity art auction?”

“I’m also doing some work on the Ambrosi takeover, which is why Lucas asked me to mind you.”

The last remnants of the intense thril she had felt when Zane had come looking for her died a death. “I suppose Lucas told you what happened last night?”

“He said you found him with Carla at his apartment.”

Lilah’s blush deepened. Zane made it sound like she had been involved in some kind of trashy love triangle. “I didn’t make it to his apartment. Security—”

“You don’t have to explain.”

Lilah’s gaze narrowed. The surface calm she had been clinging to al morning, ever since she had seen the morning paper, shredded. “Since Medinos, I haven’t been able to get an appointment to see Lucas. I got tired of waiting. I was there to resign.”

The doors slid open. Adrenaline pumped when she saw the contingent of press in the lobby of the concierge floor, although these weren’t the sharp-eyed paparazzi who had been out on the street. She recognized magazine editors, serious tabloids, television news crews.

She took a deep breath as they stepped out of the elevator in the wake of the security team.

Zane’s fingers locked around her wrist. “If you run now, what they’l print wil be worse.”

“Any worse than ‘Discarded Atraeus Mistress Abandoned on Street’?”

Zane’s expression was grim. “You should have known Lucas was playing out of your league.”

Something inside her snapped. “Is it too late to say I wish I’d never met Lucas?”

The moment was freeing. She realized she had never actual y connected with Lucas on an emotional level.

Marriage with him would have been a disaster.

Zane’s gaze captured hers, making her heart pound.

“How worried are you about the media?”

Lilah blinked. The focused heat in Zane’s eyes was having a mesmerizing effect. “I don’t have a TV and I canceled my newspaper subscription this morning. Dealing with the media is not my thing.”

“Is this?”

His jaw brushed her forehead. Tendrils of heat shimmered through her at the unexpected contact. His hands framed her face. Dimly, she registered that he intended to kiss her. In the midst of the hum of security, press and hotel staff, time seemed to slow, stop. She was spun back two years to the seductive quiet of the empty reception room, eleven days ago to the flight to Medinos.

She dragged in a shal ow breath. She needed to step back, calm down, forget the crazy attraction that zinged through her every time she was near Zane. Constantine and Lucas had both gone through gorgeous women like hot knives through butter, but Zane had a reputation that scorched.

His breath feathered her lips. She closed her eyes and his mouth touched hers, seducingly warm and soft. A shock wave of heat shimmered out from that one smal point of contact.

He lifted his head. His gaze, veiled by inky lashes, locked on hers. Instead of straightening, his hands dropped to her waist. The heat from his palms burned through the finely tailored silk as he drew her closer.

The motorized whirr of cameras and the buzz of conversation receded as she clutched at Zane’s shoulders and angled her jaw, al owing him more comfortable access.

This time the kiss was firmer, heated, deliberate, sizzling al the way to her toes. By the time Zane lifted his mouth, her head was spinning and her legs felt as limp as noodles.

The smattering of applause and wolf whistles shunted her back to earth. She stared at the forest of microphones trying to break through the wal of security, her wild moment of rebel ion evaporating.

The phrase “out of the frying pan and into the fire” once more reverberated through her. “Now they’l think I’m sleeping with you as wel .”

Zane’s arm locked around her waist as he propel ed her through the reporters and into the room in which the press conference was being held. “Think of it this way, if you’re with me, at least now they’l wonder who dumped whom.”

Forty-five minutes later the official part of the press conference was over. Lucas and Carla, Lucas’s mother, Maria Therese, and Constantine’s P.A. Tomas had left in a flurry of publicity over their engagement announcement and the further announcement that Sienna and Constantine were expecting a baby.

Zane flowed smoothly to his feet. “Now we leave.”

Relieved that Lucas’s announcement had taken the unnerving focus of the press off her, Lilah hooked the strap of her handbag over her shoulder.

Two steps onto the stil crowded floor and an elegant blonde backed by a TV crew shoved a mike at Zane. “Can we expect another engagement announcement soon?”

“No comment.” Zane lengthened his stride, bypassing the TV crew and the question as he propel ed her toward the elevator.

Even though Lilah knew that Zane’s lack of response was the only sensible option, his comment left her feeling oddly flat and definitely manipulated.

The end of the nonrelationship with Lucas had not mattered. Standing on the pavement the previous evening while a reporter had snapped her witnessing Lucas and Carla locked in a passionate clinch had not been a feel-good moment. But, as embarrassing as her association with Zane’s brother had turned out to be, after the toe-curling intimacy of the kisses in front of the media, in that moment she felt the most betrayed by Zane.

Five

Zane hustled Lilah out into a private underground parking lot and opened the door of a gleaming, low-slung black Corvette. He waited for Lilah to climb into the passenger-side seat then walked around the vehicle and slid behind the wheel.

He had been annoyed enough with Lucas to want to stake a claim on Lilah, although he hadn’t planned on doing it in quite such a public way.

He also hadn’t expected Lilah to kiss him back quite so enthusiastical y. Although ever since they had hit the elevator on the way down she had been cool and reserved and irritatingly distant.

He lifted a hand as Spiros and the two security guards climbed into a black sedan.

He fastened his seat belt. The back of his hand brushed Lilah’s. The automatic jolt he received from the brush of her skin against his increased his irritable temper. A temper that, just days ago, he had not known he’d possessed.

The dark sedan the bodyguards had climbed into cruised out of the parking building. Seconds later, Zane fol owed, emerging into the glare of daylight.

He transferred his gaze to the woman beside him.

Dressed in her signature ivory and white, her hair smoothed into a loose, elegant confection on top of her head, smooth teardrop pearls dangling from tiny lobes, Lilah looked both cool and drop-dead sexy. The fact that he had kissed off her lipstick, leaving her lips bare, only succeeded in making her even more sensual y al uring.