Yvonne Lindsay - Propositioned By The Tycoon - Mr Strictly Business / Bought - His Temporary Fiancée / A Win-Win Proposition

“You’re damn right I would have stopped you from doing business together,” he retorted. “But not for the reason you think. It isn’t my mother I would have wanted to protect. It’s you.”

That stopped her cold. “What are you talking about?”

“I told you that I had to step in and take over Pir-etti’s,” he began.

“Right.” He’d never gone into details, other than to inform her that it had been one of the toughest periods in his life. But she’d been able to read between the lines. “After your father died.”

He shook his head. “Not exactly. After he died, my mother took over.”

That caught her by surprise, not that it caused her any real concern. “So? She’s brilliant.”

“Yes, she is. What I never told you before was that she brilliantly ran Piretti’s to the verge of bankruptcy. That’s when I seized control.”

Uh-oh. That didn’t sound good. “Seized. You mean—” She struggled to come up with a more palatable word. “Took charge.”

His mouth tightened. “No, I mean I swooped in and instigated a hostile takeover. You’ve teased me often enough about my nickname, but you never came right out and asked where I got it.” He lowered his head and rubbed a hand along the nape of his neck. “Well, that’s where.”

She approached and rested a hand on his arm. She could feel the muscles bunching beneath her fingers, his tension palpable. “I can’t believe you’d have done such a thing unless it was absolutely necessary. What happened, Gabe? Why were you forced to such extremes?”

He stilled. “Catherine.” Just her name, spoken so softly, with such a wealth of emotion behind it. He lifted his head and looked at her. The intensity of his gaze mesmerized her, the shade of blue so brilliant it put the sky to shame. “You show such faith. Not a single doubt. Not a single hesitation. How can you think what’s between us is temporary?”

“I know you.” The admission slipped out on a whisper. “I know what sort of man you are.”

“I’m hard and ruthless.”

“True.”

“I take apart companies.”

“And put them back together again.”

The smallest hint of a smile played about his mouth, easing some of the tension. “Or make them a part of Piretti’s.”

“Well, you are a businessman, first and foremost.” Sorrow filled her. “And that’s why I say our relationship is temporary. Because Piretti’s isn’t just a place where you work. It’s who and what you are.”

The tension stormed back. “There hasn’t been any other choice. I had to take the business away from her.”

She drew him over to the couch and sat down with him. “Explain it to me,” she encouraged.

“You are right about one thing. My mother is a brilliant business woman. When it comes to numbers and accounting and contracts, there’s no one better.”

“But…?”

“But she’s too damn nice.”

“Yeah, I hate that about her, too,” Catherine teased.

The grin was back, one identical to his mother’s. “That soft heart means people can take advantage of her.”

“And they did.”

He nodded. “After my father died she began staffing Piretti’s with friends and family. Nepotism became the byword.”

Catherine tried to put herself in Dina’s shoes. “It probably comforted her to have loved ones around at such a time.”

He started to say something, paused, then frowned. “Huh. I never considered that possibility, but looking back, you may be right.”

“I am right. Dina told me so one evening.” Catherine interlaced her fingers with his, needing to touch him. She suspected he needed the physical contact as well. “I think it was on the fifth anniversary of your dad’s death. Shewas having a rough night, and we talked about all sorts of things. It was one of the few times she mentioned Piretti’s.”

“Taking the business away from her nearly killed her.” Pain bled through the words. “I did that to her. I did that to my own mother.”

Catherine frowned in concern. “Were her friends and family members incompetent?”

“Not all. Those who were took gross advantage. She paid them ludicrous salaries for jobs they, at best, neglected, and at worst didn’t perform at all. They’d put in a few hours and then take off. That forced Mom to hire more people to do the jobs that weren’t getting done.”

“Which explains why you refuse to mix business and pleasure.” It explained so much. “Couldn’t you have simply come in and cleaned house?”

“If she’d let me, yes. But there was the board of directors to consider.”

Understanding dawned. “Let me guess. The board comprised those individuals who were taking advantage of her. And they weren’t about to let you mess with the status quo.”

“Got it in one.”

Compassion filled her. “So the only solution was for Gabe ‘the Pirate’ Piretti to raid the company.”

“I cleaned house, all right. Starting right at the top with my mother and working down from there.”

“How did Dina handle it when you took over?”

“She was furious. She wouldn’t even speak to me. So, I abducted her.”

Catherine’s eyes widened. “Excuse me? You what?”

“I loaded her into my car, protesting all the way, and took her off to a resort and forced her to deal with the situation. Of course, the daily massages and mai tais—heavy on the rum—didn’t hurt. It also helped that I brought along the accounts and forced her to look at the bottom line.” He shot her a cool look. “I’ve considered using the same approach with you in order to get to the bottom of some of our issues.”

She released his hand and swept to her feet. “It wouldn’t have worked.”

His eyes narrowed. “And there’s that secret again, right smack-dab between us.” He rose as well. “How many mai tais would it take to pry it out of you, Catherine?”

She shook her head. “There’s nothing to pry out. I told you. Your view of marriage and what you want from it are a hundred and eighty degrees different from my wants and needs.”

“You know one of the qualities that makes me such a good pirate?” He didn’t wait for her to respond. “I’m excellent at reading people.”

She took a step backward. “Not all people.”

“You’d be surprised.” He followed in the path of her retreat. “For instance, it only takes one look for me to know that you’re lying. You’re keeping something from me, and all the denials in the world aren’t going to convince me otherwise.”

“Too bad. You’ll just have to live with it.”

“For instance…” He trapped her against one of the huge picture windows overlooking the sound. Brilliant light encased them, sparkling over and around them. “I know for a fact that you’ve always wanted children. You told me so yourself.”

She forced her gaze to remain steady, to be captured and held by his. “Long ago. In another lifetime. But I’ve changed since then. My wants and needs have changed, as well.” She forced out a laugh. “I find it ridiculous to have to explain this to you, of all people. You, who puts business ahead of everything and everyone. Why is it acceptable for you and not for me?”

“Because it’s not true.”

He leaned in. Even with layers of clothing separating them, she could feel the heat of his body, feel the sinful contours that were so potently male. And then he made it so much worse. He slid his hand low on her abdomen, his fingers spread wide across the flat surface. She shuddered beneath his touch, her belly quivering in response. Liquid heat pooled, stealing thought and reason.

“Are you telling me you don’t want any children at all? Not even one?”

She forced out the lie. “No, not even one.”