Matched to a Billionaire(4)

Leo represented security, not free money. And in exchange for that security, she'd be the wife he needed.

This marriage was a permanent solution to their problems, not a love   match. Which was fine by her. Leo would never leave her the way her   father had and she'd never have to worry about whether he'd stop loving   her if she screwed up.

The minister signaled the end of the short ceremony with the traditional, "You may kiss the bride."

Oh, why had she asked for that part? It was going to be so weird. But it   was her wedding. Shouldn't she get a kiss from her husband? A kiss to   seal their bargain.

Leo turned to her, his expression unreadable. As his lips descended, she closed her eyes. Their mouths touched.

And held for a shimmering moment, launching a typhoon of flutters in her   abdomen. Maybe the possibility of having a whole lot more than just   affection between them wasn't as remote as she'd thought.

Then he recoiled as if he'd licked a lemon wedge and stepped away.

Their first kiss. How...disappointingly brief, with a hint of possible   sparks she'd had no time to enjoy. Hadn't he felt it? Obviously not.

Her mother and Elise clapped, gathering around her and Leo to gush with congratulations.

Dannie swallowed. What had she expected-Leo would magically transform   from a venture capitalist into Prince Charming? Elise's computer program   had matched her with the perfect husband, one who would take care of   her and her mother and treat Dannie well. She should be happy they'd   have a fulfilling partnership.

She should not be thinking about how Leo might kiss her if they'd met   under different circumstances. If they were getting married because   they'd fallen in love, and during the ceremony he'd slid her a sizzling   glance that said he couldn't wait for the honeymoon.

She shouldn't be dwelling on it, but the thought wouldn't fade-what   would his calm blue eyes look like when they were hot with passion?





Two


Daniella stood by the door with her hands clasped and chin down. Leo's   new wife was refined and unassuming, exactly as he had specified. What   he had not expected was to find her picture had lied. And it was a   monstrous lie of epic proportions.

She wasn't girl-next-door attractive, as he'd believed. This woman he'd   married radiated sensuous energy, as if her spirit was leashed behind a   barrier of skin that could barely contain it. If that leash ever   broke-look out.

She wasn't merely gorgeous; in person, Daniella defied description.

The stuff of poetry and Michael Bublé songs. If one was inclined toward that sort of thing.

Even her name was exotic and unusual. He couldn't stop looking at her.   He couldn't stop thinking about the way-too-short kiss he'd broken off   because it felt like the beginning of something that would take a very   long time to finish. His entire body buzzed in response to that   concentrated energy it badly wanted to explore.

What was he going to do with a woman like that?

"I'm ready to leave whenever you are, Leo." Her voice, soft but self-assured, carried across the foyer of Ms. Arundel's house.

He was going to take her home. Regardless of having distraction written all over her, they were married.

His recon skills clearly needed help. Why hadn't he met her first?   Because he'd dotted as many i's and crossed as many t's as possible   before fully committing to this idea. Or so he'd thought. Leo had spoken   with other satisfied clients of EA International and then personally   met with Elise Arundel several times. He had confidence in her ability   to find the right match, and the thorough background check Ms. Arundel   had supplied confirmed her choice.                       
       
           



       

Daniella White was the perfect woman to be his wife.

Their phone calls had sealed the deal. He'd recognized her suitability   immediately and everything fell into place. Why wait to marry when they   were like-minded and neither cared if there was any attraction between   them? It was better to get on with it.

If he had it to do over, he'd add one more criteria-doesn't make the   roof of my mouth tingle. It was Carmen all over again, but worse,   because he was no longer a lovesick seventeen-year-old and Daniella was   his wife. No woman could be allowed to set him on the same catastrophic   path as his father, not when Leo knew how hard it was to repurpose   himself. What painful test of his inherent all-in personality had he   inadvertently set himself up for now?

His marriage was supposed to be about compatibility and convenience, not   a headlong sprint into the depths of craziness. It was important to   start it off on the right foot.

"Did my driver get all of your belongings?" he asked her and winced.

That wasn't the right foot. My driver. As if he regularly employed   servants to do his bidding. Was he really going to act that pretentious   around his new bride? He usually drove himself, for crying out loud.   He'd only hired a car because he thought Daniella might enjoy it.

She nodded, taking it in stride. "Yes, thank you."

"Have you said your goodbyes to everyone?"

"Yes. I'm ready."

The conversation was almost painful. This was why he'd rather have a   root canal than take a woman to dinner, why he'd opted to skip dating   entirely. They were married, well matched and should be able to shoot   right past small talk.

Leo waited until they were seated in the town car before speaking again.   She crossed her long legs, arranging them gracefully, skin sliding   against skin, heels to one side. And he was openly watching her as if it   was his own private movie.

Before he started drooling, he peeled his gaze from the smooth expanse   of leg below her skirt. "If you don't mind, I'd like to invite my   parents over tonight to meet you."

"I would be very happy to meet your parents." She clasped her hands   together, resting them in her lap serenely. "You could have invited them   to the ceremony. I recall from your profile how important family is to   you."

He shrugged, mystified why it pleased him so much that she remembered.   "They're less than thrilled about this marriage. My mother would have   preferred I marry someone I was in love with."

"I'm sorry." Her hand rested on his sleeve for a brief, reassuring   moment, then was gone. "You have to live your life according to what   makes sense for you, not your mother."

Everything about her was gracious. Her speech, her mannerisms. Class and   style delineated her from the masses and it was hard to believe she'd   come from the same type of downtrodden, poverty-stricken neighborhood  as  he had. She had strength and compassion to spare, and he admired her   pledge to care for her mother.

So she possessed a compelling sensuality and he couldn't take his eyes   off of her. This was all new. By tomorrow, the edge would surely have   worn off.

He relaxed. Slightly.

This marriage was going to work, allowing him to focus on his company   guilt-free, while his wife handled wifely things and required none of   his attention. He'd paid Ms. Arundel a sizable chunk of change to ensure   it.

"Daniella, I realize we barely know each other, but I'd like to change   that. First and foremost, you can always talk to me. Tell me if you need   something or have problems. Any problem at all."

"Thank you. That's very kind."

Gratitude beamed from her expression and it made him vaguely   uncomfortable, as if he was the lord of the manor, bestowing favors upon   the adoring masses. They were equals in this marriage. "As I told you   on the phone, I have a lot of social obligations. I'll depend on you to   handle them, but you can come to me if you need help or have  questions."

"Yes, I understand." She started to say something else and appeared to   change her mind, as if afraid to say too much. Probably nervous and   unsure.

"Daniella." Leo paused, weighing the best approach to ease the tautness   between them. She gazed at him expectantly, her almond-colored eyes   bright, with a hint of vulnerability. That nearly undid him. "We're   married. I want you to trust me, to feel relaxed around me."

A building was only as good as its foundation.

"I do." She nodded, her expression so serious, he almost told her a joke   to see if she'd smile. "You're everything I expected. I'm very happy   with Elise's choice."