“Have you ever experienced that before, Alice?”
“Experienced what?” she asked in a hoarse whisper, and Gabriel laughed under his breath.
“The grip of passion that makes you behave irrationally…”
“I prefer to trust reasoning and logic,” she managed to say.
“So that’s a no…”
“If you recall—” she was close to snapping because not only was he making her feel uncomfortable, but he was enjoying himself “—I did say to you when I took this job that I didn’t want to talk about my private life!”
“Was that what we were doing? Talking about your private life?” He stood up, flexed his muscles, debated whether to let this conversation go and just as quickly decided not to.
Why deny it? She roused his curiosity. She was so contained, so secretive while giving the impression of being straightforward, so unwilling to share even the smallest of confidences… When you could have anything you wanted, including access to people’s thoughts and emotions, what would you pay to have the person who withheld everything?
Seven Sexy Sins
The true taste of temptation!
From greed to gluttony, lust to envy, these fabulous stories explore what seven sexy sins mean in the twenty-first century!
Whether pride goes before a fall, or wrath leads to passion that consumes entirely, one thing is certain…the road to true love has never been more enticing!
So you decide:
How can it be a sin when it feels so good?
Sloth—Cathy Williams
Lust—Dani Collins
Pride—Kim Lawrence
Gluttony—Maggie Cox
Greed—Sara Craven
Wrath—Maya Blake
Envy—Annie West
Seven titles by some of Harlequin Presents’ most treasured and exciting authors!
CATHY WILLIAMS
To Sin with the Tycoon
CATHY WILLIAMS was born in the West Indies and has been writing Harlequin® romances for some fifteen years. She is a great believer in the power of perseverance, as she had never written anything before (apart from school essays a lifetime ago!), and from the starting point of zero has now fulfilled her ambition to pursue this most enjoyable of careers. She would encourage any would-be writer to have faith and go for it! She lives in the beautiful Warwickshire countryside with her three daughters, Charlotte, Olivia and Emma. She derives inspiration from the hot, lazy, tropical island of Trinidad (where she was born), from the peaceful countryside of middle England and, of course, from her many friends, who are a rich source of plots and are particularly garrulous when it comes to describing Harlequin Presents® heroes. It would seem, from their complaints, that tall, dark and charismatic men are way too few and far between! Her hope is to continue writing romance fiction, providing those eternal tales of love for which, she feels, we all strive.
Other titles by Cathy Williams available in ebook:
THE ARGENTINIAN’S DEMAND
SECRETS OF A RUTHLESS TYCOON
ENTHRALLED BY MORETTI
HIS TEMPORARY MISTRESS
To my beautiful daughters for all their support
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
EXCERPT
CHAPTER ONE
ALICE MORGAN WAS growing more annoyed by the second. It was ten-thirty. She had now been sitting in this office for an hour and a half and no one could tell her whether she would be sitting there, tapping her foot and looking at her watch, for another hour and a half, two hours, three hours or for the rest of the day.
In fact, she seemed to have been forgotten. Mr Big played by his own rules, she had been told. He came and went as he pleased. He did as he wanted. He was unpredictable, a law unto himself. All this had been relayed to her by a simpering, pocket-sized blonde Barbie doll as she had been ushered into her office to find that her new boss was nowhere to be found.
‘Perhaps he has a diary?’ Alice had suggested. ‘Maybe he had a breakfast meeting and forgot that I would be coming at nine. If you could check, then at least I would know how long I can expect to be kept waiting.’
But, no. Mr Big didn’t run his life according to diaries. Apparently he didn’t need to because he was so clever that he could remember everything without the benefit of reminders. Besides, no one was allowed into his office when he was absent—although the Barbie doll had worked for him for four days a few months ago and knew for a fact that he didn’t use any diaries. Because he was brilliant and didn’t need them.
The Barbie doll had since peered into the office twice, smiled apologetically and repeated what she had previously said—as though lateness and discourtesy were winning selling points that the entire staff happily accepted and so, therefore, should she.