The Billionaire Banker (4 page)

‘It’s not idle curiosity. I’m quite happy to double the sum if it’s what I think it is.’

She stares at him. She understands why someone like Rupert would have to pay, but Blake Law Barrington? He could have anyone he wants. Then it occurs to her that, perhaps, he is just toying with her. Perhaps it is a thing all rich men do.

Her pride comes to the fore. She will not be humiliated twice in one night. ‘Whatever I have offered is for Rupert and only Rupert. Now please get away from that door and the hell away from me.’ Her voice has risen in anger.

His eyes spark. ‘Do you know your eyes are like the blue of struck matches when you are angry.’ Then more softly, ‘Why would anyone, let alone a stunner like you, get involved with someone who, if the most impeccable sources are to be trusted, is an absolute brute? He beat one woman so badly he broke her jaw, and blinded her in one eye.’Lana closes her eyes. She has drunk too much champagne. The whole situation has become impossible for her to deal with in her present condition. She has ventured where she should never have gone. She feels the sting of defeat in her bones. ‘What do you want from me?’

He leaves the door and walks towards her. Again that sensation that he is a predatory animal. ‘Well for a start…’

He reaches her and suddenly jerks her towards him. She falls forward and is pitched against his hard body. Her palms come into contact with the smooth material of his jacket. Shocked, she is filled with the scent that Rupert called old money and establishment. Difficult to define, but it reminds her of rosemary, not because of its smell, but because it is so clear and distinct. Nothing wishy-washy about it.

Everything takes on an unreal appearance. The fabulously wealthy interior. The man outside that door that wants to rape her for money. The frighteningly remote man in front of her that brings into her body sensations she has never experienced before. A pulse at the base of his throat is throbbing. She watches it curiously.

She has never seen it in a man before. And then an arm comes around her, a fistful of hair close to her nape is grasped and tugged so her face is tilted up towards him.

‘This,’ he says and his mouth swoops down to possess hers.

His breath smells like brandy or whiskey. Wicked, anyway.

Twice today she has had to endure a stranger’s uninvited and unwelcome lips, but her reaction to this overbearing man is shocking and immediate.

His mouth drives her wild in a way that she could never have imagined. Heat ripples through her and the reasoning, reliable part of her brain, that part that has never failed her before, stops responding. Stops functioning. Her arms snake up to twine around his neck and tangle in the thick hair. She thrills in his possessive hold.

He circles her tongue, sucks it deep into his mouth and kisses her with such ferocity that some slumbering beast inside answers his animal call. A dangerous excitement kicks hard in the pit of her belly. No man has ever done this to her in this way before. She clings to him. Like a blind animal that moves only with instinct she pushes her body into his. There is only the need to find more of that addictive heat. What she finds is the thick hardness of his desire for her. It presses aggressively against the softness of her stomach and excites her beyond all reason.

A pleasure that is at once sweet and piercing courses through her body. This rock-hard erection is hers. She caused it. Heat pools between her legs. And suddenly she is wet with wanting and filled with an irresistible desire to have that hard meat inside her, as deep as he will go…

She totally forgets where she is.

It is Rupert’s cold, hard voice that drags her back into that room. They had both not heard him enter. ‘I’m afraid she’s rather spoken for,’ he drawls, but there is so much suppressed anger that his voice is like a blast of icy air. She snatches her mouth away from Blake’s. He is positioned between her and Rupert so his wide chest hides her from Rupert’s condemnation. Her eyes, cloudy with confusion and desire, are still caught in Blake’s gaze. For a few seconds more he does not release her, but simply stares into the blue depths with something approaching surprise.

Then his eyes turn into hard granite chips and his body stiffens as his hands tighten and curve protectively around her waist. Slowly he turns to face Rupert.

‘But still unpaid for, I believe?’ he says, and looks down with a smile at Lana’s flushed, troubled face. She has two very quick impressions. He is a brilliant actor and he is a cold man. A shockingly cold and unemotional being.

Rupert directs his astonished, vicious eyes at Lana’s.

‘You offered yourself to him too?’

Lana stares mutely at Rupert. His eyes move derisively, hatefully over her. She feels herself cringe.

‘Does he know how much you charge?’

‘Do you doubt I will be able to afford her?’

Rupert shrivels the way a leech that has had salt thrown on it does. ‘This is why you invited me here, isn’t it?’

‘Yes.’

‘What a joke!’ he taunts, but his jibe lacks any real bite.

‘The great Barrington can’t find his own whore. He has to steal mine.’

‘I didn’t steal her,’ Blake notes reasonably. ‘I just offered to pay more.’

Rupert’s eyes bulge, bug-like. ‘She’s just a cheap bloody tart. I’ve just finger-fucked her out there,’ he lies maliciously, jerking his dandruff-laden head in the direction of the door.

Lana feels Blake’s hand tighten around her waist.

‘Consider it an unearned freebie, then,’ he says quietly, but there is warning in the calm words. A warning that is not lost on Rupert. The air becomes tight with tension. Lana looks from one man to the other. It is like watching two lions fighting for supremacy. But her body knows which lion she wants to win this fight.

Rupert shrugs. He knows he’d be a fool to go against a Barrington. He has much to lose. ‘If you think I’m going to fight over her you’re mistaken. Have her.’

He turns on his heel and leaves.

Blake lets go of Lana. She realizes she is trembling. She leans against the desk, hating herself, but unable to stop— nothing is more important than the money—she asks, ‘Did you…did you mean it about the money?’

‘Yes.’

A sob of relief escapes her throat. She covers her mouth with both her hands. ‘Thank you.’

He looks at her with narrowed eyes, surprised by the intensity of her reaction, but he does not offer any comment. ‘Did you have a coat?’

She nods, unable to speak.

‘Give me the ticket. I’ll get it.’

She looks into the purse hanging by her hips, her hands unsteady, and shakes her head miserably. She cannot remember what she has done with it. ‘I’ve lost it. I think it might have fallen out in the…’ She is about to say loo when she decides she is not like them and she won’t pretend to be something she is not… ‘ladies room.’

‘Let’s go. I’ll get you another.’

‘I can’t leave without it. It’s not mine,’ she whispers.

He sighs. ‘It’s all right. I’l get it. Is the coat…er…

orange?’

She looks at him carefully. There is an insult there, somewhere. But his face is blank. ‘Yes.’

‘Wait here. Don’t go anywhere.’

She stands in the middle of the room feeling light-headed. She’s got the money and she doesn’t have to get raped for it. Her hands find their way to her mouth. That kiss. The way it made her feel. Just thinking about it makes her long for the feel of his solid body melded into hers. The door opens, and Rupert walks in.

‘You look frightened. Why? I don’t wish you harm. In fact, I realize now that I am actually very interested in your offer. If I seemed unappreciative before please forgive me.’

‘There is,’ she says, shaking her head and taking a step backwards, ‘nothing to forgive.’

‘Is he really paying double?’

‘I don’t need more than what I asked you for.’

‘Then why go to him? He is no different from me. He will drop you like a bad mortgage when he is finished with you too.’

She nods. ‘Of course he will, but like you said, I came with a price. You wanted to bargain and he was willing to pay it.’ If only she can keep him talking until Blake returns.

‘So am I, now.’

‘Besides, you want fifty shades of grey and he just wants a woman.’

‘Perhaps I’ve changed my mind. Perhaps I just want a woman too.’

He comes closer.

‘Blake has gone to get my coat. He’ll be back any time.’

‘Not without this he won’t.’ He holds out her ticket.

He puts out a hand suddenly. She tries to move back, but he grabs her by the arm. His grip is vice-like, his fingers dig painfully into her flesh. He hauls her closer.

‘You’re hurting me.’

‘You’ll be surprised how much pain the human body can take.’

‘What do you want, Rupert?’

‘I feel aggrieved. Something I wanted and was promised to me has been stolen by another. I was given a taste of something which I very much liked. You resist beautifully, Lana. Perhaps, you will do both of us. I will pay you too.’

Lana blinks. She can’t believe what she is hearing. If it wasn’t so humiliating, it would be surreal. The surroundings she is in, the obviously powerful men who are suddenly apparently willing to pay huge sums to have sex with her.

‘I wouldn’t do that to Blake.’

‘He’ll never know and even if he does, he won’t care.

It’s not like he wants to marry you. You’re just a fuck, Lana,’ he pronounces dismissively.

The door opens and Blake stands at the threshold with her orange coat folded over his arm. His face is like a closed steel door. He comes into the room and Rupert lets go of her arm. She moves away from him and rubs it.

Already there are red marks on it. Blake eyes them silently, then helps her into her coat.

‘Ready?’ he asks.

She nods.

He turns towards Rupert and socks him hard on the chin. So hard the ex-rugby player falls to the floor with a grunt.

‘She may be a cheap slut, but I’m paying what you baulked at, so she is my cheap slut now. You’d do well to remember that,’ Blake throws casually over his shoulder.

Rupert clutches his busted, bleeding lip and shows his fury to the only person he dares to. ‘You’re fired, Bloom,’

he shouts impotently.

Blake takes her arm and leads her out of that place.

There is not a single person at that party that does not turn to watch them leave.

Five

lake’s monster of a car, a gleaming sable-gray Aston BMartin is parked beside a lamppost. It is one of those old-fashioned wrought-iron ones with a fluted surface.

She stands on the curb and loops her hand around its rough, cold metal.

‘Get in,’ he says.

‘What if I’m sick in your car?’

‘My secretary will have it valeted.’

She nods and unhooks herself from the metal post. Is life really this easy? With those shoes and the drink in her it is impossible to get into the low-swung seat elegantly.

Blake’s eyes are on her legs. She swings the last one in and shuts the door.

The interior of his car is plush and luxurious. It even smells expensive. She has never been in such a car. He has been listening to classical music. The sound system is excellent and superb music fills the car.

‘What is this music called?’

‘Handel’s Messiah,’ he says, and switches it off. He turns to her. In the light of the streetlamp he looked harsh and distant. In the softly lit darkness of his car there is still no softening to his face. Again the thought, a cold, cold man.

‘I have to be in New York tomorrow, but my secretary will call you and make all the necessary arrangements.’

She nods gratefully and looks away. It is as if she is in a dream.

‘Where do you live?’

‘Kilburn.’

‘Got a postcode?’ He sounds very American then.

She gives it to him and he sets his GPS system.

They drive in silence, until she can bear it no more.

‘Don’t you want to know how much?’

‘Yeah, tell me.’

She tells him and his eyes leave the road briefly to look at her. ‘What made you think Rupert was the man for the part?’

She shrugs in the dark. ‘I don’t know. I heard a rumor that his secretary was sometimes tasked with stuffing envelopes with ten thousand pounds in cash and booking expensive hotel rooms for him.’

‘I see,’ he says quietly.

‘Why me?’

They have come to a red light. His fingers tap at the steering wheel. Long, strong fingers. She stares at them.

And thinks of the way they moved on her body. He turns to her. His eyes are edgy and dangerous, full of promise.

‘Do you want it flowery or straight.’

She bites her lip. ‘Straight.’

‘I wanted to fuck you senseless from the moment our eyes met.’

‘And the flowery version?’

‘Now I think about it, there is no flowery version. It is what it is.’

She turns to look at his profile. It is very stern and still.

Has she jumped from the frying pan into the fire? Are all rich people secretly deviant in their sexual desires? ‘Does fucking me senseless involve any weird or kinky stuff?’

He glances at her. Again that expression that is beyond her comprehension. ‘No, but I want to be able to use you as often as I please in whatever manner I please for as long as I please.’

‘Oh!’ How strange, but his insulting words unleashes a lightning thrill of sexual excitement in her body. ‘I… How long were you thinking?’

‘I’ll decide tomorrow. But I imagine one month should do it.’

‘Do what?’

‘Get me bored.’

‘And you are willing to pay a hundred thousand pounds for that?’

His lips twist into a wry smile. ‘When I made my offer I didn’t realize you had valued yourself that highly, but I’m not displeased that you did. Despite all protestations to the contrary, nobody really wants a bargain. They settle for it because they can’t afford better.’ He glances at her.