Secrets of the Playboy's Bride(4)

"Yes, sir," George said to Leo.

"We're going to need to get Miss French's car towed to the garage so her tires can be replaced. Just use our garage."

"No, that's not necessary," she said.

"I insist," Leo said. "You can stay at my condo. It's just a few blocks from here."

Panic surged through her. "Oh, that's crazy. There's no reason I can't sleep at my own place tonight."

"Your vehicle won't be ready until the morning," he said, then shot her a  half smile. "Don't worry. You won't be all alone with me. I have  staff."





Two



Moments later, Leo dropped his Town Car with the valet, and they took an  elevator to the penthouse of an exclusive condominium building. A woman  greeted them at the door. "Good evening, Mr. Grant. Can I get something  for you?"

"Would you like another glass of wine?" Leo asked as they entered.  "Margarita?"She shot him a sideways glance. "Just water please."

"Water for both of us, Brenda. Thank you," Leo said.

"This is very nice," she said, looking around at the posh furnishings.

"It works when I'm spending a lot of time in the city," he said with a  shrug. "I have another place just outside of town where I rarely stay.  This is convenient."                       
       
           



       

Brenda returned with chilled water. Calista gulped hers down.

"Are you upset about your tires?" he asked, studying her face.

"It's a little disturbing even though it wasn't personal," she said and  realized a big part of the reason she wasn't more upset was because Leo  had been there with her. She would have to be very careful around him.  It would be all too easy to enjoy having a strong, decisive man on whom  she could count and let her strategy slide from being her top priority.  "I'm just thinking I need to get up early in the morning so I can go  back to my apartment before work. I think I'm ready to turn in. Where is  the guest room?"

"You have a choice of two beds. The guest bed, or mine," he said with an undertone of seduction.

She felt a quick rush of forbidden temptation but pushed the sensation  aside. "I'm not sure I'd get much sleep in your bed," she admitted in a  whisper. "And sleep is what I need."

He slid his finger over her jaw. "If you say so," he said, then lowered his head and kissed her.

The light scent of Calista's perfume lingered for a few seconds after  she walked down the hallway to the guestroom. He inhaled deeply, wanting  to catch the last bit of her. The taste of her was still on his lips,  but he wanted more. He couldn't remember wanting a woman this much, this  quickly. He wanted her in his bed tonight.

Calista was the flesh and blood equivalent of his dream woman. Classy,  well-educated, polished, yet warm, she could make him clean. With her by  his side, he could travel with ease in any social circle. She would  also be an asset to his business.

Yes, she would suit his needs nicely, in bed and out. After he seduced  her, and he would, maybe he could con himself into believing she could  make him clean on the inside, too.





The helicopter hovered over eastern Pennsylvania, landing on a helipad  next to the lake, and what looked like a compound. A man approached the  helicopter and took the luggage. Leo jumped out and helped Calista onto  the ground, moving swiftly toward a vehicle waiting on the drive.Moments  later, they pulled into the back driveway of a three-story luxury  mansion that sat directly on the lake. "Good for a little break, don't  you think?" he asked as he led her into the huge house.

"Or longer," she said, taking in the polished wood floors and beautiful  furnishings. More evidence that the con man had done very well for  himself. He guided her to the room facing the lake and she stared out at  the beautiful blue water and could have almost happily died from the  serene view of the sunset.

"This is so beautiful. How do you tear yourself away?" she asked. "The  view is just-" She broke off without adequate words to describe it.

"I get restless if I'm in one place too long," he said. "Plus, business can be very demanding."

"Hmm," she said and met his gaze. "If you say so."

He chuckled. "I bet you don't stay still for long either," he said.

She didn't, for other reasons, though. "Maybe, but this could tempt me."

"Good," he said, gazing at her through hooded eyes. "Dinner will be  waiting for us on the terrace. Steak and lobster." A woman approached  them. "Denise will show you to your room while I make some calls."

Denise led her to a beautiful room furnished with a queen-size bed,  furniture upholstered in a soft pastel palette and Monet prints. The  result was so soothing Calista could have happily closed the door and  lived there the rest of her existence if she didn't have other  responsibilities. She sank into a chair next to the window. Drinking in  the peaceful reflection the moon cast on the lake, she felt her tension  fade away. For a few sweet seconds, she felt safe.

A knock sounded on her door and the feeling disappeared. She must not  forget that she was here for a reason. Calista stood and answered the  door. "Yes?" she said to Denise.

"Mr. Grant invites you to join him for dinner," the woman said.

"Thank you," Calista said and grabbed her sweater. Peace was an  illusion. She needed to continue with her strategy. "I'm ready now."

Denise led her to a porch that featured an outdoor heater. It was a  clear night and she felt surrounded by the stars. "It's beautiful," she  murmured.

"Yes it is," Denise said. "Mr. Grant will be here momentarily."

Sitting down next to the heater, she listened to the lap of the water against the shore. It didn't get any better than this.

Leo appeared and she met his gaze. "This is heaven. I don't care what  your work demands are. I still can't comprehend how you can leave this  place."                       
       
           



       

"You like it?" he said with an approving smile.

"What's not to like? Beautiful scenery, comfortable living conditions." She sighed.

"I'm glad you like it," he said.

"And have you noticed the stars?" she asked, looking up at the sky.

"No, but I would expect you to," he said. "See anything interesting up there?"

"It's more than interesting," she whispered.

"I may have to get a telescope so you can show me how interesting it is," he said.

A staff member appeared with a tray of food and served both of them. "It looks delicious," she said.

"No more than you," he said.

She bit her lip and looked down at her food. "What made you decide to build a lake home here if you fight staying here?"

"Something about it was irresistible," he said. "I missed the water. I  miss the ocean too," he said. "I'll address the ocean another time."

"How can you miss the water? Haven't you spent your whole life in Philly?"

He paused. "No. I have vague memories of visiting the sea. I can't explain it. I just do."

She frowned, taking a bite of lobster. "But you said you had no childhood."

"Exactly," he said in a crisp voice. "Like I said, I can't explain it.  It's like it's from another life. One of the few irrational things about  me." He took a bite of steak.

She sensed he didn't want to discuss it further. Despite her desire to  ask more, she delayed giving in to her curiosity. She had another job to  do. "Thank you for inviting me. After the prom drama of the day, this  is a huge relief."

He smiled. "How did that go?"

"Mostly good," she said. "My sisters are total opposites. Tami can be a trial, but she was good today."

"How often do you see them?" he asked.

"Almost every week," she said. "The love of my life."

He slid his hand across the table and covered hers. "Is that why you're not married?" he asked.

"It's more complicated than that. I guess I haven't found the right man yet," she said.

"Describe the right man," he said. "Similar backgrounds? Shared passage on the Mayflower? Same schools?"

"No," she said, laughing at the Mayflower comment. "Good head, good heart and crazy for me."

"That list doesn't sound that difficult," he said.

"You'd be surprised," she said. "What about you? Describe your right woman."

"Someone classier than I am to conceal my rough edges," he said. "Beauty  doesn't hurt. Complete honesty. I'm not sure marriage is necessary,  though."

"Many men don't," she said in a dry tone, her stomach tightening at his  reference to honesty. How could he expect that of someone when he'd been  the consummate liar?