Seducing the Billionaire's Secretary(12)
“Guess it took less than three dates?”
He shook his head. “Forget about that. It was a stupid challenge made by my pride.”
“Mine, too,” she admitted.
He grinned at her. “Spend the day in bed with me, Ella.”
She moved her hips experimentally, and he made a low noise in his throat. “Do you have more condoms?”
“I’ve an entire box at my disposal.”
Feeling sexier than she ever had in her life, she pulled his head down to hers.
Chapter Six
The next day, Blake had a private boat chartered for the two of them. He wanted to spend time with her, truly spend time with her without running into either Drew or Hannah... or succumbing to the temptation of sex. Hours of sex. Hours of laugher and playing... and shower sex with lots of oil, then soap to clean them up.
What she’d allowed him to do... his vision sparked and his body grew hard.
“I thought we were here for other reasons,” Ella said, her gaze going to his erection.
“My thoughts are rather undisciplined when it comes to you, and my body responds in kind,” he said. “But yes, we are here for other reasons.”
“And those are?”
“To eat.” He popped a grape into his mouth, and she laughed.
“How did you get involved in hacking computers?” she asked¸ and he blinked at her.
“Who said I hacked computers?”
She gave him a look. “I have access to every employee file.”
“Little snoop.” He tapped her slightly sunburned nose. “Actually, would you believe that I used to work for MI6?”
Her mouth dropped open, and then she closed it with a snap. “Like James Bond.”
“Exactly.”
“You can tell me that and I’ll live, right?” Her eyes were round and her expression serious.
He didn’t mean to grin, but he couldn’t help it. “I wasn’t that kind of agent. Trained like any other, but my skills were of the technological kind.”
Her face fell a little. “Oh. So no James Bond stuff?”
“Sorry to disappoint, but no.”
“I’m not disappointed,” she insisted.
“I’m trained to spot a liar, Ella.”
Wincing a little, she said, “Okay, okay. I’m a little disappointed. Spy stuff, in theory, sounds really cool.”
“I did hack into government databases.”
“You do that for MI, too.”
Water splashed on them from the side of the boat. “Ah, but it’s perfectly legal and sanctioned by your government.”
“You hacked before they gave you a license?” she asked with a wink.
“I can neither confirm nor deny that I made my first billion that way.”
She bit back a smile.
He knew she thought he was joking about making money that way, but in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter. The past was the past, and if corrupt governments lost millions that were going to go to war machines, he’d rather use that money for good.
“Did William know that when he hired you?”
Blake laughed at the thought of getting anything over on the founder of MI. “He did. In fact, he invented some of the technology that made it possible for me to... er, hack.”
“Wow.” She sipped on her glass of white wine and lay back against the netting at the bow of the boat. Her eyes closed.
He plucked the glass out of her grasp and set it safely away from them, then stretched out to enjoy the day. Surprisingly, she scooted closer to him, until he was able to wrap his arms around her.
They stayed that way for hours, sharing tidbits about their childhoods, their likes and dislikes, and life in general until the sun began to set.
“Both of my parents passed when I was in my early twenties—they drank themselves to death, which left Ravenswoodshire completely in my care—debt and all.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, and he knew that she meant it.
After the grilled ham and cheese debacle, he’d researched Ella’s past, shocking the hell out of himself when he found out the truth of her upbringing in a squalid section of the city, raised by a druggie aunt. He knew Ella’s parents were dead, killed in a house fire while she had been away at a friend’s house. She had been only five years old at the time, but since she hadn’t shared that, he wasn’t about to push her for information.
Everything in due time, he reminded himself.
“Thank you.”
“Do you have any other family?”
“Cousins who want the estate and title to pass to them should I not produce an heir,” he said. “Funny thing is, I actually want children, but not for a legacy. I want a family.”
“I do, too. It’s no fun being an only child,” she said, and then cleared her throat, as if the conversation had turned serious. “You have a real title?”