only for my interest’s sake. It certainly didn’t require me being interrupted in the middle of an important meeting with a site manager.
Yet that didn’t stop me from saying, ‘Yes, of course, email it to me. Immediately.’
Petra tapped her phone’s screen and smiled sweetly at me. ‘Done. Shall I finish up with Doug?’
But I’d already turned away, getting out my phone and opening my mail app, leaving her to finish up the meeting with Doug, the site manager. It didn’t need me to be there, but I liked to visit a site at least a couple of times to get a feel for the building and the site itself, because you couldn’t get that sitting behind a desk.
My boots crunched on bits of concrete as I came to a stop, staring down at the screen as the files Petra had sent me loaded.
Australis Supercars, an Australian company that designed and hand-built luxury sports vehicles. It was owned by a guy called Oliver Little, who managed it along with his four sons and one daughter.
I flicked through the pictures of the cars themselves. The Python model was the one garnering the big interest, apparently giving Ferrari and Bugatti, and some of the other big names, a run for their money.
I didn’t keep track of every company I invested money in—I left that to my managers at Evans Investment—but according to the files we had invested quite a bit of money in this particular company.
Money that was not going to see the returns we’d anticipated.
So? Lots of companies don’t make it. Why does this one matter?
It didn’t matter, so why I was interested in it, I had no idea.
Yet I couldn’t seem to stop flicking through more images, pausing at one particular photo. It was of the Python and had the family clustered proudly around it. And right at the back, almost hidden, was a smaller figure, her hand possessively on the roof of the vehicle.
Ellie.
The lighting storm inside me sizzled against my nerve endings, igniting them, making me curse under my breath.
I generally never regretted anything in my life—I couldn’t, not if I didn’t want to spend it being paralysed by all the shitty things I’d done—and had always believed the only way was forward. So there was no reason for me to be looking back at what had happened with a woman over a week ago.
A woman I’d only known a couple of days.
A woman whose relatively simple request you refused because you were being petty.
I glared at the picture of Ellie on the screen, remembering the dogged way she’d continued despite the reception she’d got from me, talking about some electric car project she was working on.
And I’d ignored her, too caught up in the rush of anger that had overtaken me the moment she’d mentioned that she wanted a favour from me.
An anger that even now I didn’t understand.
Yes, the timing of her confession, right after we’d had a one-night stand, left a lot to be desired, but, still, that didn’t explain my furious reaction to her request.
You thought it was you she wanted.
The way she’d looked at me… Seeing the fighter inside me and not being afraid. Not being intimidated. Ready to take me on. And the sex had been incendiary…
But then she’d asked for money, just like all the others.
Not that all of them wanted money. Some of them wanted the cachet of having slept with the notorious bastard billionaire. It wasn’t actually me they wanted. But I’d thought Ellie was different.
Christ, why was I still obsessing about this? I wasn’t some sixteen-year-old kid hurt because some girl rejected him. I was thirty-two. I’d grown up on a grotty council estate with meth dealers in the stairwells and gangs roaming the hallways. My mother had spent her days constantly worried for me and my safety, grovelling to my father for money to at least send me to a private school—and he had.
But after that night when I’d realised how little he actually cared, I’d decided I was done apologising for myself. Done cowering with my mother, terrified she would get hurt.
I’d decided to make myself the biggest, baddest motherfucker out there. I’d have the drug dealers and gangs scared of me.
So that was what I’d done.
And then later, I’d had Seb. He hadn’t yet shown me his true colours and I’d thought he had my back to hell and beyond.
Sadly, hell had come sooner than I’d thought.
You think that excuses you being shitty to her?
My jaw ached. Behind me I could hear Petra and Doug talking, Petra flirting a little in the way that she did when she wanted to get someone on her side.
Fuck, I was shitty to everyone. Why should Ellie be exempt?
Yet all I could see was her face as she’d talked about her family’s company, genuine worry glittering in her eyes. Then she’d mentioned that special project, the one that pulling my investment dollars would put at risk.
It was important to her, wasn’t it?
I was supposed to help people when they needed it, not deny them the way I’d been denied. That was why I’d set up my charitable foundation in the first place. And yet, what had I done?
I’d refused her.
If my company had been small and in its infancy, it might have been a different story, but it wasn’t. Evans Investment was just one of a number of companies in my portfolio and giving someone some time before requiring promised returns would have absolutely no impact on my bottom line.
I shouldn’t have denied her.
On the other hand, business was business and if she wanted a favour…
Something clicked into place in my head like pieces of a perfectly constructed building.
I could give her what she wanted, while at the same time solving my own problem. Not that I couldn’t give her what she wanted without making it dependent on me, but I hadn’t got where I was today by being soft. Everything was a deal. Everything was give and take.
I’d give her something and she could give something to me.
Such as her presence as my serious girlfriend in Dubai, for example.
I wouldn’t have to act as if I was into her the way I would have struggled to with someone else. Our chemistry would take care of that. Certainly it should be convincing enough for Delaney.
Hell, I could even sweeten the deal by giving her access to The Billionaires Club and their contacts. There’d be plenty of people there who’d be interested in her electric car project.
In fact, the more I thought about it, the better an idea I found it.
All I needed to do was put the proposal to her.
I didn’t waste any time, putting through a few calls there and then. Bill was more than happy to take an evening off and the chauffeur company was more than happy to accept my exorbitant offer for one night of Ellie Little’s services. It was very late notice, but they could certainly accommodate me.
That sorted, I shoved my phone back into my pocket and turned to rejoin the meeting, trying to ignore the way the lightning in my veins had become hot, electric.
Nothing to do with the prospect of seeing Ellie again, definitely not. I was simply pleased to have solved the problem of how to get Delaney on my side.
Liar. You still want her.
No, I didn’t. Been there, done that, and I didn’t go back.
This was business. Nothing more.