Would she accept one million euros to be his mistress for a month? How could practical American Stacy Reeves say no to Franco Constantine's proposal? The wealthy, arrogant CEO of Midas Chocolates was overwhelmingly passionate in his pursuit. Their union would be pure pleasure....
But Stacy did not know Franco's offer was part of a bet. Her acceptance would label her a gold digger and give Franco complete control of Midas. Unless the billionaire denied his dynasty for the woman in his bed....
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June 11, 2007
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Excerpt from The Millionaire's Indecent Proposal by Emilie Rose
"Le chocolat qui vaut son poids en or," Stacy Reeves read the gilt script on the shop window aloud. "What does that mean?" she asked her friend Candace without looking away from the mouthwatering display of chocolates on gold-rimmed plates.
"Chocolate worth its weight in gold," a slightly accented and thoroughly masculine voice replied. Definitely not Candace.
Surprised, Stacy pivoted on her sandaled foot. Wow. Forget chocolate. The dark-haired blue-eyed hunk in front of her looked good enough to eat.
"Would you care for a piece, mademoiselle? My treat." Monsieur Gorgeous indicated the shop door with his hand. A silver-toned, wafer-thin watch winked beneath his suit sleeve. Platinum, she'd bet, from the affluent look of what had to be a custom-tailored suit.
Nothing from a department store would fit those broad shoulders, narrow hips and long legs so perfectly.
Never mind that she'd probably dream of licking chocolate from the deep cleft in his chin tonight, Stacy had learned the hard way that when something looked too good to be true it was. Always. A seductively sexy stranger offering free gourmet chocolate had to be a setup because sophisticated guys like him didn't go for practical accountants like her. And her simple lilac sundress and sensible walking sandals weren't the stuff of which male fantasies were made.
She glanced up and down the Boulevard des Moulins, one of the principality of Monaco's shopping streets, searching for her friend. Candace was nowhere in sight, but she had to be behind Mr. Delectable's appearance and offer. Her friend had joked about finding husbands for each of her bridesmaids before her wedding in four weeks time.At least Stacy had thought she was joking. Until now.
Stacy tilted her head, considered the man in question and gave him a saccharine smile. "Does that line usually work for you with American tourists?"
The corners of his oh-so-tempting lips twitched and his eyes glinted with humor beneath thick, straight eyebrows. He pressed a ringless left hand to his chest. "You wound me, mademoiselle."
With his fantasy good looks he had to have an epic ego to match. "I sincerely doubt it."
She scanned the sidewalks again looking for her MIA friend.Anything would be better than embarrassing herself by drooling over something she couldn't have. Namely him or the five-dollar--make that euro--per-piece candy.
"You are looking for someone? A lover, perhaps?" Lover. Just hearing him say the word, rolling that R, gave her goose bumps. "A friend." One who'd been right behind her seconds ago. Candace must have ducked into one of the quaint shops nearby, either to purchase something weddingrelated or to spy if she was the one responsible for this encounter. After all, stopping by the chocolate shop had been Candace's idea.
"May I assist you in locating your friend?"
He had the most amazing voice. Deep and velvety. Was the accent French or native Monýgasque? Stacy could listen to him talk for hours.
No. She couldn't. She was here with Candace, the bride-to-be, and two other bridesmaids to help prepare for Candace's wedding the first weekend in July, not to have a vacation romance.
"Thanks, but no thanks." Before Stacy could walk away, Candace popped out of the shop next door waving a scrap of lace.
"Stacy, I found the most exquisitely embroidered..." She trailed off as she spotted the Adonis beside Stacy. Surprise arched her pale eyebrows.