Kate Hardy - Billionaire, Boss...Bridegroom?

Though he still couldn’t get Bella Faraday out of his head. Especially the moment when she’d kissed his cheek; it had felt as if he’d been galvanised. And then, when she’d shaken his hand, every nerve-end had been aware of the feel of her skin against his.

Hugh was definitely attracted to her. More attracted than he’d been towards anyone in a very long time.

But.

After the whole fiasco with Jessie, he’d learned his lesson well. Hugh would never, ever mix work and pleasure again. As Tarquin had just hired Bella as their new graphic artist, it meant that she came firmly under the category of work. So he’d have to just ignore the pull of attraction in future and treat her just the same as he did every single one of his colleagues—by keeping her at a professional distance.

Even if she did have the sexiest mouth and sparkliest eyes he’d ever seen.

No involvement.

No risks.

This time, he’d stick to the rules.

* * *

‘I’m so sorry I was sick everywhere,’ Grace said once they were sitting down inside her flat.

Bella frowned. ‘Didn’t you eat anything to line your stomach before you started knocking back whatever it was that made you throw up?’

‘Champagne. No,’ Grace said miserably. ‘My stomach was tied in too many knots to eat.’

And Grace hardly ever drank. It wasn’t a good combination. Not to mention really worrying—what had been so bad that Grace had had to get drunk? She took a deep breath. First things first. She needed to get Grace sober. ‘Right. First of all you’re having water—lots and lots of water,’ Bella said. Then she looked through Grace’s cupboards. Please let there be something that she could actually cook. Or, failing that, cereal to soak up all that champagne.

Then she spied the box of porridge oats. Perfect. Even she could follow the instructions on the box and make porridge in the microwave.

While the porridge was cooking, she took a banana from Grace’s fruit bowl and chopped it up. She added it to the finished cereal and put the bowl in front of Grace, who immediately pushed it away.

‘I can’t.’

‘Eat it,’ Bella said firmly. ‘Your electrolytes are all over the place and bananas are great for sorting that out, and oats will help because they’re bland carbs which will raise your blood sugar without upsetting your stomach.’

‘How do you know all this stuff?’ Grace asked, looking bemused.

Bella smiled. ‘Remember I dated a doctor a couple of years back? He gave me the lowdown on the best food to eat for a hangover.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Grace said again. ‘Was the taxi driver very angry?’

‘Don’t worry,’ Bella said airily. ‘My boss is sorting it.’

Grace did a double-take. ‘Your boss?’

‘Uh-huh.’ Bella flashed her sister a grin. ‘Guess what? I got the job.’

‘I—oh, my God. Are you telling me that I just threw up over your boss before you even started the job?’ Grace asked, looking horrified as Bella’s words sank in. ‘Oh, no. I’ll talk to him and explain, so he doesn’t sack you or—’

‘Gracie, it’s fine,’ Bella cut in.

‘It’s not fine at all! I’ve messed things up for you. Look. I’ll pay for the dry-cleaning.’

Bella smiled. ‘I already told him I’d do that, and I said I’d pay for valeting the taxi as well.’

‘My mess, my bill,’ Grace said. ‘I’ll pay.’

‘Gracie, just shut up and eat your porridge. I don’t want to hear another word from you, young lady, until that bowl is empty.’

‘You sound like Mum,’ Grace muttered.

‘Good,’ Bella retorted. Usually Grace was the one who sounded like their mother and Bella was the one hanging her head in shame.

She made Grace eat every scrap and drink two more glasses of water before she resumed her interrogation. ‘Right. Now tell me—what happened?’

‘I can’t marry Howard.’

It was the last thing Bella had been expecting. Her older sister had been engaged for the last four years. OK, so Howard was a bit on the boring side, and his parents were nightmares—Bella had dubbed them Mr Toad and Mrs Concrete Hair with good reason—but if Grace loved him then Bella was prepared to be as sweet as she could to them. ‘What? Why not? Don’t you love him any more?’ And then a nasty thought struck her. ‘Is there someone else?’

‘Of course there isn’t anyone else.’ Grace shook her head. ‘I wouldn’t do that to him.’

‘Not deliberately, no, but you can’t help who you fall in love with,’ Bella said. She’d fallen for Mr Wrong enough times, and Kirk had shattered her trust for good. She’d never trust another man with her heart again, no matter how attractive he was. It had taken her six months to rebuild her life—and she was still angry with herself for being so naïve and trusting. Why hadn’t she been able to see that he was stringing her along?

‘I love Howard, but I’m not in love with him,’ Grace said. ‘There’s a difference.’

‘I know.’ Bella squeezed her hand. ‘And it’s a big difference. A deal-breaking difference.’

‘He’s never made me feel breathless and dizzy, as if he’d swept me off my feet.’

Not surprising: Howard was cautious and sensible. Which wasn’t a bad thing, Bella thought, but the occasional bit of spontaneity wouldn’t have hurt. And it might have made her sister’s world complete—which clearly hadn’t happened. On paper, Grace and Howard were the perfect match—both sensible and cautious—but there was a little thing called chemistry. Without that, life would be miserable. ‘You can’t spend the rest of your life with someone who doesn’t make your world light up.’

Grace bit her lip. ‘I think you’re about the only person who’d understand that. Mum’s going to be so disappointed in me.’

‘No, she’s not, and neither is Dad—they both want you to be happy, and if marrying Howard wouldn’t make you happy then you definitely shouldn’t marry him,’ Bella said firmly.

‘I’m not sure if he was in love with me, either,’ Grace said.

‘Of course he was—you’re gorgeous and you’re clever and you’re nice. What’s not to love?’ Bella demanded, cross on her sister’s behalf.

‘I think we both loved each other,’ Grace said softly, ‘but not enough. I mean, we’ve been engaged for ever—who stays engaged for four years in this day and age?’

‘A couple who’s saving up the deposit for a house?’ Bella suggested.

‘Apart from the fact that we already have enough money for that between us, you know what I mean—if we’d really wanted to be together, we’d have got married years ago rather than waiting. We don’t even live together,’ Grace pointed out.

‘Mainly because Cynthia of the Eagle Eyes and Concrete Hair wouldn’t let her little boy shack up with someone,’ Bella said. ‘Is that why you got drunk tonight?’

‘No. That was the cartoon you drew for me,’ Grace said. ‘Fifty Shades of Beige.’

Bella winced. ‘Sorry. I meant it as a joke, to make you laugh and relax a bit. I knew you weren’t looking forward to the golden wedding party.’

‘But it was so accurate, Bel,’ Grace said. ‘I was the only woman there not dressed in beige.’

Bella couldn’t help laughing. ‘Ouch. I didn’t think it’d be quite that bad.’

‘Oh, it was,’ Grace said feelingly. ‘I really didn’t belong there. I drank three glasses of champagne straight down to give me courage and I didn’t even feel them, Bel.’

Which was really un-Grace-like. She always stopped after one glass. Sensible, reliable Grace who looked after everyone else and was usually the one mopping up, not the one throwing up.

‘I was just numb. And that’s when I realised,’ Grace said, ‘that I was walking into a life I didn’t actually want. In fifty years’ time, I don’t want to be sensible Grace Sutton, whose heart has never once skipped a beat, and whose mother-in-law directed the whole of her marriage.’