Blackmailed into the Billionaire's Bed(25)

“I may demand you come to my bedroom.”

“I see.” The thought wasn’t without appeal.

“Or I may come to you, and take possession of what rightfully belongs to me.”

“I see,” she said again. Kendall figured he meant every word. She already knew Mac Buchanan wasn’t a guy to make empty threats, or promises.

Feeling the sexual tension between them mounting by the second, seemingly arcing from her body to his, and then back again, she stood abruptly from the comfortable chair. “Right, I guess I’ll take that shower, and then have a rest, just as you suggested.”

Despite his best efforts to hide it, she saw he was tired, too, and she watched him stretch out in the chair, linking his hands behind his head. His sexy all-knowing eyes traveled from her head to her toes and then back again one final time.

“Yeah, you do that, honey, and I’ll see you first thing in the morning.”

Mac had given her the first glimpse of a different side to his character. She already knew he possessed courage, resilience, and an indomitable spirit, but now he also displayed compassion, and genuine concern for her welfare, too. She’d thought their ten days together would consist of simply sex without commitment or love, but maybe, just maybe, Mac had a warmer, more caring side to his personality that was starting to emerge.





Chapter Seven




Mac had been tired, too, although being a man, he’d done his darndest not to let it show. The wonderful explosive sex he’d shared with Kendall in his office, followed by flying time in both his Learjet and helicopter, had tested even his stamina and endurance, and he’d fallen into bed barely twenty minutes after she’d retired for the night. Tired he may have been, but with sexual thoughts of Kendall racing through his mind, he’d tossed and turned for what seemed an eternity before giving up on a goodnight’s sleep and making his way outside.

Now at 2:15 a.m., wearing just a pair of boxers because of the heat, he relaxed in a comfortable recliner hidden in the shadows under the covered lanai, enjoying the stillness of the early hours, with only the gently shimmering lights from the swimming pool to keep him company.

Kendall was an enigma. He still felt there were things he didn’t know about the theft from his company, and every time he looked into those china-blue eyes, he felt there was more to come, more she wanted to say but for some unknown reason was unable or unwilling to right now.

Exactly what was this intriguing lady holding back from him?

He’d already asked Frank Carrell to look more deeply into the money trail, but even so, he couldn’t stop himself from being curious about Kendall’s motives. It was part of his driven nature to hunt down the facts.

As his mind flitted from one possible scenario to another, he heard an ominous sound, one that he’d heard many times before on this beautiful island paradise. Within a couple of seconds he heard it again, only this time louder when a deep rumble of thunder vibrated its angry intent in the pitch-black sky overhead. A storm was blowing in from the east and by the sound of it a big one. He knew from experience it would hit with immense force.

It started with a couple of gentle raindrops, tickling the roof of the lanai, followed by a couple more. Then, an eerie, almost contemplative silence ensued before all hell let loose, and the skies opened, allowing a torrent of rain to hammer noisily down onto the tiled roof above his head.

Jesus Christ, he loved the power of nature, and it was something he’d always respected. The way the swimming pool quickly became a frothy mass of water was ample testament to its power. The noise was deafening but invigorating, making him feel alive and vital.

Piercing white light now arced magnificently across the sky, followed almost immediately by the deep rumble of thunder directly overhead. Fuck, it was close. Almost frighteningly close. The frisson of fear he felt only added to the awe-inspiring spectacle of Mother Nature asserting her dominance.

As the sky lit up again, even more luminous in its intensity this time, something registered at the very edge of his peripheral vision. He turned and watched spellbound as Kendall, barefoot and wearing just a skimpy, cream negligee ran past him, barely ten feet from where he sat. Clearly oblivious to his presence in the shadows, she rushed straight from the cover of the lanai and out into the pouring rain. As though bonding with nature, she stood with her arms outstretched and her eyes lifted to the heavens, apparently reveling in the way the sheer force of the rain bounced off her face and hair.

Within the blink of an eye, probably even less, the power of the storm meant her negligee became soaked through, making it totally transparent as it clung like a second skin to her feminine curves. The sexually arousing sight before him caused his cock to twitch and harden with a mixture of raw passion and admiration. Fucking hell, Kendall was so achingly beautiful that thoughts of returning to his bed alone were forced from his mind.