The Billionaire's Triplets (A Steamy Contemporary Romance Novel) (5 page)

“I don’t need to compete with her, not one on one. She provides analysis and insights that you use to put together a proposal. I can hire people to do it.”

He shrugged. “I could hire those people myself.”

“Then you’d have to ride herd on them, give them direction. And you’d bear the entire cost of their salaries and the overhead. If I have those costs spread over several clients, that will make things most cost effective.”

“You realize that walking into the meeting with Lissa gives a person an advantage, don’t you? She has the information at her fingertips. The people in the consortium know her and will listen to her. You are an unknown.”

“They’ll get to know me, and if our bid is good, then we will be on our way.”

Tom pulled the covers off her and ran a hand over her breasts, and then down her belly. He was touching her differently now, and that pleased her. He was touching her possessively, as if they had a deal. “I can work with you, but having Lissa out there, working for someone else, worries me. If you can solve that problem for me…”

Tina gave him a wicked smile. “I know a way to do exactly that. I can make sure she doesn’t help Julio Torres steal the contract.”

The scowl on Tom’s face told her she’d hit a nerve.

“That bastard. He’s the only one who worries me, and he got close to Edwards.”

“But on his own…”

“You are sure your idea will work?”

She took his hand and slid it down so that his fingers were warm on her pussy. “Let me tell you what we can do to keep them from working together,” she said.

He toyed with her, slipping his fingers into her as she talked, and when she’d explained her idea, he laughed. “You’re a sneaky bitch.”

“Your sneaky bitch.” She reached for his cock and found it hard. “Now fuck me, you bastard.”

# # #

For the first time since Lissa had come back to work, Tina felt herself in control of her career. Lissa had smothered her, making her work on some small accounts, subcontracting analysis to economists at the universities, and admin work. Her vision of her place in all this was sitting in boardrooms with wealthy men and women, planning grand projects.

Like the one in Milan.

She’d never do more in Lissa’s employ, never get more responsibility, because she was weak when it came to econometric modeling. Lissa didn’t understand that modeling, number stuff, was just grunt work.

Not long after she started with Lissa, she decided that once she had some experience and saved some money, she’d start her own company, a different kind of company. She would play to her strengths and emphasize her creative side, pay more attention to the vision. She wanted to provide inspiration to the planning phase, then her backroom monkeys would crunch the numbers to support her ideas and she’d present their data. High-profile jobs should be glamorous, not about tedious economic studies. In her heart she knew clients would find her approach irresistible.

But launching a company was difficult, expensive, and a huge risk. She wasn’t about to quit a high-paying job—that did make her visible, at least—for a gamble. No, before she quit she needed money and clients of her own, clients that saw her role as she did. Unfortunately, Tina found saving money hard. Representing a vision required keeping up appearances, and her apartment, her car, her clothes, her lifestyle, were all expensive.

She’d been frustrated.

Then Willa Gruber contacted her to ask for a simple favor. She suggested they could work together and might have some mutual interests. The woman wanted some simple things. It involved cutting off communication between Lissa and her employer, Julio Torres. She was certain it was a turf thing. Without knowing any details, she assumed that somehow Lissa was interfering with Willa’s plans. So one woman helped another get around her employer. In return for her services, Willa made some calls and got Tina a few clients. They were small and didn’t pay much, but they liked her style. The jobs were low profile enough that Lissa wouldn’t hear about them.

When it was clear that Lissa was pregnant, bells went off. Willa’s desire to keep the two apart made sense. When Lissa had to go into the hospital, Tina felt she’d been handed her chance. For two months or so, until the babies were born, she’d be the face the clients saw. They’d hear her ideas, and if they were receptive, she’d have the opportunity to drop careful hints and find out if they’d be willing to switch their business over to her.

Poaching clients was harder than she expected. It came as a shock that most of Lissa’s bread-and-butter clients were too fucking loyal. They had no interest in her ideas. What they wanted was for her to go into meetings and discuss how to weight variables and do other analysis. There was no vision there at all. Tina’s degree in economics wasn’t hardcore, more social science than econometrics, and she’d skated through at that. Even when she let the rumors slip out that Lissa might have a drug problem, they didn’t seem to hear a word. All they wanted was more of what they’d been getting all along. A few hinted that she could get their business, but they expected to get more of the same at a lower price.

Fuck that.

Tom Acker was the exception.

When she mentioned to Willa that she was negotiating with Acker to work on the Milan deal, Willa surprised her. “I’d be grateful if you can get that contract signed soon,” she said.

“Tom’s not in a rush.”

“But I am. I’d like to see her under contract before she knows much about the Milan deal.”

That made sense, given that Julio Torres was the other major candidate to do the work, and the woman’s agenda was to keep those two far apart. She enjoyed the clandestine work she was doing with Willa, but getting Lissa a contract with Acker didn’t suit Tina’s plans. He was a big, juicy client, and from the moment she’d had the first meeting with him, she’d cultivated the idea that she was the right person to work with him. In meetings, and then in his bed, she’d insinuated herself.

Now, by a quirk of fate, things looked really good. Tom was interested, and her plan might even make Willa happy. If Acker got moving on things, she’d work with him and Lissa wouldn’t be able to work with Torres. Things might not go the way Willa expected, but the result was the one she wanted.

Everything had been poised to happen right. She’d ensure she was a player in the Milan project, working closely with Tom. She’d quit her job and ditch all the small clients. She wouldn’t have time for them. And then suddenly things were thrown into chaos. Lissa was back in the office. Her damn sister had come out of nowhere to provide child care, and urged Lissa to get back to work. The woman came in, changing everything back to how it had been, and the deal with Tom wasn’t done yet. His lawyers were still going over details.

Damn lawyers. Things would have to move fast now. She needed things in place. With Lissa back, the situation was different. What would have been easy was still possible, but riskier.

She was having dinner with Acker that night and she’d let him know, get him to poke the lawyers with a cattle prod. Of course, he’d extract a price. He’d hinted at it that morning. “That was good,” he said. “You’re hot. But the thing is there are lots of hot women who don’t even want as much as you.”

“Anyone in particular?”

His smiled suggested there might be. “If you want to keep my interest, be prepared to play a few games.”

“Games? Kinky games?”

“Any games I want.”

Tina didn’t mind a few games. Not when the stakes were so high. Sure, if he wanted kinky, she’d be kinky. At least kinky enough to make certain she was on the team in Milan.

It was morning. A brilliant sun rose over the palm trees that dotted the waterfront of the Mediterranean Sea brightening the office. Julio sat at his desk in his Barcelona office building. When he’d first built this building, he’d been proud and delighted to be able to sit at his desk with his coffee and watch the sunrise. This complex had made his name as someone who could design and manage international-scale projects. Now the newness and excitement were gone, and it was just his office, but he still appreciated the mornings in it.

This morning, all mornings for a time now, a feeling of helplessness, of having missed something important, had pervaded his thoughts and made him sad. That sadness had nothing to do with his office or the sunrise, or success or failure. For a man who prided himself on taking on challenges that others wouldn’t attempt, of succeeding by doing things his own way regardless of what others thought, it was a strange, miserable sensation.

It wasn’t failing that bothered him. You didn’t reach for the brass ring as often as he did and not experience failure. If he didn’t fail at things now and then, it would be a sign that he’d stopped setting his sights high, an indication that he’d lost his edge. Maybe that would happen someday. It was reasonable to assume that eventually he’d do like so many people and begin to settle for equaling his previous performance, essentially repeating himself by sticking to things that had worked in the past.

That day hadn’t come. Far from it. The sadness he felt wasn’t failure, or at least nothing he could view as a failure. The truth was that he had no idea what had happened, what had gone wrong, and that was the tragedy. He’d met a kindred spirit, a soul mate who shared his spirit. She was so much his complement. People spoke often of their other half or better half, and while he didn’t think of her as better or half of anything, he’d immediately felt she was the female that corresponded perfectly to his maleness. They fit together perfectly yet came from different backgrounds, different cultures. When they met, when they were together, it was as if his horizons had suddenly expanded. His life was joyous before he met her, and she showed him that there were things he’d never dreamed of, and it had seemed she felt the same about his world.

It was a brief interlude that was supposed to become more. That time in Switzerland had been a taste, a sample of what lay in store for them. He’d even said so, and she’d agreed. They’d talked about working together on fantastic new projects, of living in new places, of intertwining their lives. He’d dreamed that intertwining would go on forever. After meeting her, after touching her soft skin, staring into those deep brown eyes, making insanely passionate love to her, feeling her supple brown body entangled in his, having her passion mingling with his, he’d thought she meant forever too. But after he’d left, with both of them joyfully promising they’d be together soon, he never heard from her again. He only even heard about her briefly.

He’d scoured the business pages for word of her doings. He knew she’d consulted on a restoration project in Prague and never contacted him. Finally she had disappeared, or seemed to.

Any number of things could make a person do that. Once or twice Julio had thought of doing that himself. The idea of closing his apartment and office and going off to a tropical island, leaving no forwarding address, no contact information, sounded like the height of self-indulgence. A time like that could be restorative, give your brain the time and opportunity to get out of the routines and rituals it was prone to fall into; he could let new and dramatically different surroundings reshape his thinking. It could let him set new goals and find exciting new pathways towards them.

Willa’s private investigators reported that she’d turned over the reins of her business to her number two and dropped out of sight. She wasn’t attending conferences or consulting on major projects, yet that was her life, who she was. The New York public records didn’t list her death, so it was as if she’d retired and gone into seclusion.

But why hadn’t she contacted him? Even to say there were problems and ask for his help and support? Even if it was just to say that the moments they had together in Switzerland had left her angry, or fearful of losing herself? That knowledge would be a balm on his spirit. Whatever had kept her from wanting to move ahead with him, with what had seemed so powerful, magical, and beautiful… he could respect her choice. He just wanted to know what it was, that a decision was reached. The vacuum of silence bothered him. It didn’t seem like the woman he had known and loved so intensely.

As a practical man, Julio didn’t expect anyone to live in dreams, but throwing a dream away without any discussion horrified him, made no sense. He couldn’t see Lissa as a hysterical or fanciful person. He’d thought she was the same kind of dreamer he was—a person who enjoyed a dream and then set out to find out how much of the dream could be attained, could be made real if you were willing to struggle for it. Dreams were to be considered, not abandoned without a thought.

That was the way he understood things, the way he did them.

He had to consider the possibility that he’d been wrong about her. Totally and completely. That made him sad. For once he thought he’d found someone special—he’d never met anyone like her before. If she wasn’t the person he thought she was, then perhaps he was foolish to think he’d ever meet a woman who would or could be his perfect love.

That thought pained him. It meant settling for sex and companionship and forgoing the hope of actual love as he understood it. He could accept that, not be happy about it, but accept that as a possibility. Unfortunately, most people settled for what came easily, and someone who understood the difference between his ambition and greed, someone who celebrated life the way he did, was a rare find. What truly troubled him was the idea that he had been so wrong about her. Where had he gone wrong? A great part of his success came from assessing people, judging their strengths and weaknesses. The woman he’d known so briefly hadn’t seem at all like the kind to cut and run without a word. If he’d been so wrong, it was his failure, not hers. That was on him, and he didn’t like doubting his own judgment.

The door opened and Willa came in. He gave her an appreciative glance. She was an interesting contrast to the ideal he’d allowed himself to build Lissa up to in his mind. Willa was more what he considered the high end of the rest of womankind—the best of the rest.

The slender, petite German had good instincts. She’d accepted his morning ritual easily, seeming to understand that he was happy for her to come in at this time, but she wasn’t to speak until he greeted her, letting her know he was ready to put his brain into the business gear, and that for the moment he was in his own space and time. He’d mentioned that to her only once and from then on, she came in with her own coffee and her inevitable paperwork, to sit on his leather couch, crossing her lovely legs and waiting quietly. Her predictability was a comfort, and at the moment made him think more affectionately towards her than he felt towards Lissa.

Willa had made herself an important part of his life, his business world. Her disciplined and competent mind let her organize and facilitate his daily work. She knew how to ask questions and then could add her own insights to whatever task was at hand. She was an attractive blonde who hadn’t pushed herself at him the way some assistants had. He was drawn to her, and acutely aware that the attraction was both sexual and because of their shared experience. She was someone he had let get close. She was a dedicated worker who never complained about overtime—even seemed to enjoy it—and was ready to travel for business at a moment’s notice. As far as he could tell, she had no personal life. She’d never mentioned a boyfriend or even family to him. They were joined together by work.

He sensed that she was more ambitious than she liked to show. Every so often she appeared to be frustrated that she was executing his orders and not giving them herself. He wasn’t afraid of employees being ambitious. It often meant they were better workers, but one day it could become an issue. If she wanted more than he thought she was ready to take on, problems could arise. She was great at what she did, but he wondered if she would be a good leader.

With these thoughts forcing his self-pitying concerns to the back burner, he was ready to face the day.

“Good morning,” he said, swiveling his chair to face her and letting the sun warm his back. She sipped her coffee and nodded, an intelligent, alert, but enigmatic smile forming on her face. It wasn’t an unusual look for her, and it always made him think she was operating with some master plan that one day would be clear to him. For now he allowed himself to enjoy the mystery. His work had taught him that he could never understand or control everything in his world, so he learned to enjoy the pleasure of discovery. That made it possible to find excitement even in setbacks—something unknown or uncertain finally was revealed, another piece of life’s puzzle was known. The unknown quantity was to be appreciated.

“You asked to be told if I was able to learn anything about Lissa Edwards.”

His heart raced, irritating him. He didn’t want the mention of her name to excite him, but he couldn’t deny he still craved her. “And?”

“She is in a hospital in New York.”

It struck him like a blow. “Really? What happened?”

“I don’t know the truth of things—the investigator confirmed just that much. Are you interested in the gossip?”

He didn’t want to be, but a knotting of his stomach let him know that he couldn’t ignore it. “Tell me,” he said.

“The story going around New York is that she was in rehab for a drug problem and recently released. She was checked into a private room in the hospital, but of course the doctors aren’t talking.”

“Drugs?”

“I don’t know. It’s just gossip. The detective in New York did confirm that someone named Joan Edwards was recently released. He discovered she has a sister by that name.”

“Of course, if she wanted privacy…”

“Personally, I wouldn’t use the name of a relative.”

“Who knows what people do or why they do it? But did she register at the hospital under her own name?”

Willa put down her coffee cup. “Indeed.”

“The detective…”

“I instructed him to find out why she’s in the hospital and to see if he can learn anything more about the rumor. If she had a drug problem, it could be anything from having damaged her body with them to an attempted suicide. If she didn’t have a drug problem…it could be anything at all.”

“I suppose.”

She tapped the stack of folders. “And this morning, we have a lot of information to go through if you intend to meet with all the people you are considering for the project.”

He sighed. “I see the paperless office is a ways off yet.”

“So far off that I think you might want to consider investing in an office-supply company.”

He got up from his desk and came over to where she sat. He looked down at her, at those lovely legs. Yes, he found her a damned attractive woman. Given the chaos of his life, that was getting to be a problem. He was finding it harder to ignore her attraction, and with no word from Lissa, he couldn’t even justify trying.

“I’ll get another cup of coffee and we can start on that mind-numbing pile of data.”

“I’ve asked the secretary to make a pot and bring it in.”

“You certainly do organize things amazingly, and you always manage to anticipate me.”

She smiled up at him, tilting her head and letting her eyes run over his body and up to his face, then locking eyes with him. It was a surprisingly sensual look for the office. “I hope I always please you,” she said. “Anything I can do to make you happy.”

It sounded like an invitation, he was sure it was. It was the kind that doesn’t cross the line but says “I’m willing to go farther if you are.” It was also very tempting.

Then she turned her attention back to her stack of folders. “Why don’t we get started?”

He sat next to her, picking up a folder and forcing himself to concentrate.

# # #

Willa watched Julio closely when they flew to Milan the next day. She noted that Elaine didn’t hold his attention as she should. She noted he was distracted, and decided he was thinking about the American woman.

She needed him alert and focused. The project was critical. She would take steps to get him on track.

The meetings were, as usual, long, tedious sessions, filled with attention to mind-numbing details. She had the meetings recorded and would have them transcribed later, but she took copious notes herself to ensure she had the main points in hand to follow up on.

They ate dinner with the last contractor, a tiresome plumbing contractor who was more interested in profit margins and convenience—his—than trying to understand the vision of the project. Willa knew that the man was out of the running even before he submitted a bid, even before Julio told her essentially the same thing as they rode in a taxi back to the hotel.

She went to her room and showered and changed. Her room was on the same floor as his suite, and she picked up her new leather briefcase and carried it with her to his suite.

Milan had wonderful, elegant, expensive leather goods. That day at lunch, without any prompting, Julio had bought it for her as a gift—a token of thanks for three years of devoted service, he’d said. That was nice. Willa wanted more than nice from him, but she had him moving in the right direction. She had momentum, and the timing was good. He needed her now more than he ever had, and she intended to make sure he acknowledged that in a tangible way.