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Emilio Diz, born on the wrong side of Buenos Aires, was now a tall, dark, irresistible millionaire. And he needed a woman–the right kind of woman–in his life…or at least in his apartment!Abby, aka Lady Abigail Templeton-Burke, was desperate for somewhere to live. Who better to help furnish Emilio's new London penthouse and create the right impression? There was only one problem with Emilio's convenient flatmate: she was driving him crazy–with desire!

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“I need a woman.”

“Really?” Abby said with a snap.

“You’ve seen the apartment.” Emilio spread his hands. “I need someone to furnish it.”

“So employ an interior decorator.”

“I did. That was him on the phone this evening. I fired him.”

“I heard. Maybe you ought to call him back and unfire him.”

He looked at her pleadingly. “You can stay as long as you like. You solve my problem, I solve yours.” He held out his hand across the table.

Abby took it reluctantly. She had a nasty feeling that a whole portfolio of new problems was about to open up in front of her….

Born in London, Sophie Weston is a traveler by nature who started writing when she was five. She wrote her first romance recovering from illness, thinking her traveling was over. She was wrong, but she enjoyed it so much that she has carried on. These days she lives in the heart of the city with two demanding cats and a cherry tree—and travels the world looking for settings for her stories.

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More Than a Millionaire

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER ONE

IT WAS a perfect Saturday afternoon at the Hacienda Montijo. Glamorous guests had enjoyed a long lazy lunch. Now they strolled through the famous gardens or drowsed over English tea on the lawn. Children romped in the swimming pool. The sun shone. Bees hummed.

The shy English visitor refused to be shifted from the terrace out into the sunshine, though.

‘Wouldn’t you like to go and mingle, Abby?’ said her hostess, without much hope.

‘No, I’ll just stay here and watch. If that’s all right,’ said the English girl politely.

Her hostess sighed and gave up. She was watching, too.

For below them, on the velvet-smooth tennis court, a battle to the death was in progress. A tall blond giant was sweating profusely as his opponent slammed him all around the court.

The dark tennis player was like quicksilver. He moved all the time, fast as a jaguar, graceful as a dancer. It seemed that wherever his opponent sent the ball, he was there first, totally in control.

‘Who is that?’ said the Montijo matriarch in displeasure. The blond giant was her favourite grandson.

She shifted in her cane chair and her daughter-in-law sighed inwardly. She signalled to her husband across the lawn. Why wasn’t he here when she needed him? He knew this was going to be difficult. He had no business leaving her to deal with it. Especially not as she was struggling to entertain the monosyllabic English girl at the same time.

She said brightly, ‘That’s Emilio Diz, Mama.’

The matriarch stiffened. ‘Diz?’

The English girl turned her head. She was a teenager; she should have been with the other teenagers, thought Annaluisa Montijo despairingly. But she was too tall and gangly to interest the boys and too suffocatingly shy to talk to the girls. So she ended up here in the middle of what was about to become a nasty family row.

‘Which one is Emilio Diz?’ she asked politely.

Both older women stared at her. Blond Bruno Montijo was the son and heir. The house was full of photographs of him, posed and unposed, muddy and magnificent on a polo pony, sleek and glamorous in black evening clothes at balls and receptions and premieres. His cups for fencing filled a cabinet in the library. He was rich, he was gorgeous and, inevitably, he was a national celebrity. Even if she did not recognise the world-class tennis player, the English girl should have recognised blond and gorgeous Bruno on his own home territory. It was almost an insult to the family not to. The matriarch drew an outraged breath.

Her daughter-in-law rushed into speech. ‘Of course, you haven’t met Bruno yet, Abby.’ She sent her mother-in-law a pleading look. ‘He’s my oldest son. The fair one.’

‘And the other really is Emilio Diz?’ said Abby, unaware of digging herself into a deeper hole.

The matriarch glared.

Her daughter-in-law intervened quickly. ‘Are you a fan, Abby?’ She tried hard to sound amused.

Where was Felipe? She caught sight of her husband and sent him another, more urgent, signal.

‘Of course she isn’t a fan,’ snapped the matriarch. ‘She didn’t know what the wretched man even looked like.’

‘No,’ admitted Abby, blushing.

Caught out again, she thought. This last week had been a nightmare. She seemed to have lurched from one social mistake to the next. She had never imagined people could make so many rules just to live day to day—or that she could find so many ways to break them.

She tried to explain that she wasn’t showing off about something she didn’t really understand. ‘I’ve heard my brothers talk about him. They thought he would be Wimbledon champion this year if he hadn’t retired from the circuit.’

But even that was wrong.

‘The circuit,’ sniffed the matriarch. ‘In my day lawn tennis was played by gentlemen. Not circus animals.’

Her daughter-in-law winced. Abby blushed harder and hung her head.

‘Oh, be fair, Mama,’ said the daughter-in-law, with compassion for this ugly duckling who always seemed to say the wrong thing, ‘Emilio Diz is a great tennis player and a national hero.’

‘Humph. Then why isn’t he still playing tennis? He’s only, what is it? Twenty-five? Twenty-six? Plenty of time to win something worthwhile. Why has he given up and gone into business?’ She spat the last words out as if they were obscene.

‘They say he’s very intelligent…’ protested the daughter-in-law faintly.

‘That’s why Felipe sold him the Palacio Azul, is it?’ said the matriarch with rancour.

The daughter-in-law knew when she was out of her depth. She looked round for help. It came puffing up the terrace steps.

‘For a very fair price, Mama,’ said Felipe Montijo, arriving slightly out of breath. ‘Unlike us, he has the resources to develop the place into a full sports complex…’

The matriarch swung her dark glasses round on him for an unnerving moment. ‘Develop? The house your grandfather built?’

‘It’s falling down, Mama. We can’t afford…’

‘And this man can?’

‘Oh, he can, all right,’ said Felipe with feeling. ‘He wasn’t just a tennis player, even when he was a professional. He made a killing on entertainment event software. Now he’s going into property in a big way.’

‘New money!’ Rosa Montijo was shocked and did not attempt to disguise it. ‘And you ask him to your home? Let him meet Rosanna?’

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