Leonie rejected Vidal's first proposal because of his arrogance, his womanizing and his powerful sexuality, which left her trembling. Now the Portuguese billionaire is back in her life and this time he has a hold over her. He will settle her father's debt, and make her his legal mistress. But Vidal doesn't want a mistress. He wants marriage. And he's determined to possess Leonie in every way....
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April 01, 2006
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Excerpt from Bought by a Billionaire by Kay Thorpe
AT LEAST he hadn't refused outright to see her, although he must be aware of why she was here. Aware of curious glances from staff in the vicinity, Leonie kept her face blank of expression. Vidal's arrival, along with her father's absence, would have given rise to some speculation, but she doubted if the full facts were known as yet.
The man who emerged from what had been her father's office looked far from happy. Leonie couldn't blame him for avoiding her eyes. She only hoped he hadn't lost his job as a result of not realising what was going on.
She waited on tenterhooks for the summons to the inner sanctum herself, dreading the moment of confrontation. It was two years since she had last seen the man she was about to beg for forbearance on her father's behalf. Two years since she had told him he was the last man on earth she would ever consider marrying. If he still held a grudge against her for that put-down there was little chance of his complying with her plea, but she had to try.
The woman seated at the desk her father's secretary normally occupied was new to her; she remembered him saying he'd had a change about a month ago. She looked across at Leonie as the intercom buzzed, curiosity written large in her eyes. 'You can go through now,' she said.
Leonie got to her feet, steeling herself for what was to come. It was on the cards that she would be emerging from the office again in a couple of minutes with Vidal's boot ' metaphorically if not physically ' behind her. Not that he'd be anything but within his rights in telling her to go take a running jump, so to speak.
It was some time since she'd visited her father at work. Spacious and well-lit, his office overlooked the river. Leaning negligently against the windowsill, lean and lithe body clad in a silver-grey suit of impeccable cut, Vidal Parella Dos Santos regarded her in silence for a lengthy moment, his tautly sculpted features unrevealing.
'You've changed little,' he observed in excellent Cambridge-acquired English. 'But then, looks such as yours are unlikely to deteriorate.' He indicated the chair set her side of the wide desk. 'Please be seated.'
'I'd as soon stand,' Leonie answered. She drew a steadying breath, meeting the dark eyes full-on. 'I'm sure I don't need to tell you how I feel about what my father's done. He abused your trust in him, and deserves to pay the price for it.'