Cathy Williams
In paradise—as his prisoner!
One of Lucas Cipriani’s employees has information which could ruin a vital takeover—and he’s furious! The only way to handle temptress Katy Brennan is to hold her captive on his yacht for a fortnight, cut off from the world until the deal is complete...
Katy is infuriated by her billionaire boss’s high-handed behavior—but also unwillingly intrigued by the gorgeous CEO. Once she’s alone and at his mercy, Lucas begins to let Katy see past his steely exterior. Soon she’s shockingly tempted to indulge in a forbidden fling...and relinquish her innocence!
‘MR CIPRIANI IS ready for you now.’
Katy Brennan looked up at the middle-aged, angular woman who had earlier met her in the foyer of Cipriani Head Office and ushered her to the directors’ floor, where she had now been waiting for over twenty minutes.
She didn’t want to feel nervous but she did. She had been summoned from her office in Shoreditch, where she worked as an IT specialist in a small team of four, and informed that Lucas Cipriani, the ultimate god to whom everyone answered, requested her presence.
She had no idea why he might want to talk to her, but she suspected that it concerned the complex job she was currently working on and, whilst she told herself that he probably only wanted to go through some of the finer details with her, she was still...nervous.
Katy stood up, wishing that she had had some kind of advance warning of this meeting, because if she had she would have dressed in something more in keeping with the über-plush surroundings in which she now found herself.
As it was, she was in her usual casual uniform of jeans and a tee-shirt, with her backpack and a lightweight bomber jacket, perfect for the cool spring weather, but utterly inappropriate for this high-tech, eight-storey glasshouse.
She took a deep breath and looked neither left nor right as she followed his PA along the carpeted corridor, past the hushed offices of executives and the many boardrooms where deals worth millions were closed, until the corridor ballooned out into a seating area. At the back of this was a closed eight-foot wooden door which was enough to send a chill through any person who had been arbitrarily summoned by the head of her company—a man whose ability to make deals and turn straw into gold was legendary.
Katy took a deep breath and stood back as his PA pushed open the door.
* * *
Staring absently through the floor-to-ceiling pane of reinforced glass that separated him from the streets below, Lucas Cipriani thought that this meeting was the last thing he needed