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The Billionaire’s Bedside MannerBillionaire Mateo Celeca had an unexpected beautiful and mysterious visitor on his holiday. Bailey Ross claimed his grandmother had sent her, so he took her with him…to Paris. Being with Mateo soon made Bailey forget all the reasons she’d vowed to avoid romantic entanglements. But falling into bed with him could lead her dangerously close to revealing all her secrets…and falling in love.Her Innocence, His ConquestArchitecture kingpin and expert playboy Zach Marcum gets what he wants – both on the job and in the bedroom. Until sexy, independent and impossible-to-ignore Ana Clark charges into his life. Discovering she’s a virgin makes the seduction stakes even greater, as Zach crosses the line from business to pleasure…

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“I’ve been rude,” he said as his hand dropped away. “Please. Come in. I don’t expect my cab for a few minutes yet.”

“I really shouldn’t—”

“Of course you should.”

Stepping aside, he nodded at the twelve-foot-high door at the same time she caught the scent of his aftershave … subtle, woodsy. Wonderfully male. Every one of her pheromones sat up and took note. But that was only one more reason to decline his invitation. After all she’d been through—given how narrowly she’d escaped—she’d vowed to stay clear of persuasive, good-looking men.

She shook her head. “I really can’t.”

“Mama would have my head if she knew I turned a friend away.” He pretended to frown. “You wouldn’t want her to be upset with me, would you?”

Pressing her lips together, she shifted her feet and, thinking of Mama, reluctantly surrendered. “I guess not.”

“Then it’s settled.”

But then, suddenly doubtful again, he glanced around.

“You just flew in?” He asked and she nodded. He eyed her knapsack. “And this is all your luggage?”

Giving a lame smile, she eased past. “I travel light.”

His questioning look said, very.

Mateo watched his unexpected guest enter his spacious foyer. Sweet, he noted, his gaze sweeping over her long untreated fair hair. Modestly spoken. Even more modestly dressed.

Arching a brow, Mateo closed the door.

He wasn’t convinced.

The seemingly unrehearsed sway of hips in low-waisted jeans, no makeup, few possessions … Bailey Ross had described his grandmother as “very generous,” and it was true. In her later years Mama had become an easy touch. He didn’t doubt she might have fallen for this woman’s lost-kitten look and his gut—as well as past experience—said Miss Ross had taken full advantage of that.

But Mama was also huge on matchmaking. Perhaps Bailey Ross was here simply because his grandmother had thought she and her grandson might hit it off. Given how she tried to set him up with a “nice Italian girl” whenever he visited, it was more than possible.

His first instinct had been to send this woman on her way … but he was curious, and had some time to spare. His cab wasn’t due for ten minutes.

Taking in her surroundings, his visitor was turning a slow three-sixty beneath the authentic French chandelier that hung from the ornately molded second-story ceiling. The crystal beads cast moving prisms of light over her face as she admired the antiques and custom-made furnishings.

“Dr. Celeca, your home is amazing.” She indicated the staircase. “I can imagine Cinderella in her big gown and glass slippers floating down those stairs.”

Built in multicolored marble, the extravagant flight split midway into separate channels, which led to opposite wings of the house. The design mimicked the Paris Opera House, and while the French might lay claim to the Cinderella fable, he smiled and pointed out, “No glass-slippered maidens hiding upstairs, I’m afraid.”

She didn’t seem surprised. “Mama mentioned you were single.”

“Mentioned or repeated often?” He said with a crooked, leading grin.

“Guess it’s no secret she’s proud of you,” Bailey admitted. “And that she’d like a great-grandchild or two.”

Be that as it may, he wouldn’t be tying any matrimonial knots in the foreseeable future. He’d brought enough children into the world. His profession—and France—were enough for him.

She moved to join him. Her smile sunny enough to melt an iceberg, her eyes incredibly blue, Bailey and Mateo descended a half dozen marble steps and entered the main reception room. Standing among the French chateau classic decor, pausing before the twenty-foot-high Jacobean fireplace, his guest looked sorely out of place. But, he had to admit, not in a bad way. She radiated fresh —even as she suppressed a traveler’s weary yawn.

Was there reason to doubt her character? Had she fleeced his grandmother or was he being overly suspicious? Mama could be “very generous” in other ways, after all.

“So, what’s first on the itinerary?” She asked, lowering into a settee.

“West coast of Canada.” Mateo took the single saloon seat. “A group of friends who’ve been skiing at the same resort for years put on an annual reunion.” The numbers had slowly dwindled, however. Most of the guys were married now. Some divorced. The gathering didn’t have the same feel as the old days, sadly. This year he wasn’t looking forward to it. “Then on to New York to catch up with some professional acquaintances,” he went on. “Next it’s France.”

“You have friends in Paris? My parents honeymooned there. It’s supposed to be a gorgeous city.”

“I sponsor a charitable institution in the north.”

Her eyebrows lifted as she sat back. “What kind of charity?”

“Children without homes. Without parents.” To lead into what he really wanted to know—to see if she’d rise to any bait—he added, “I like to give where I can.” When she bowed her head to hide a smile, a ball of unease coiled low in his stomach. With some difficulty, he kept his manner merely interested. “Have I said something funny?”

“Just that Mama always said you were a good man.” Those glittering blue eyes lifted and met his again. “Not that I doubted her.”

Mateo’s chest tightened and he fought the urge to tug an ear or clear his throat. This woman was either a master of flattery or as nice as Mama obviously believed her to be. So which was it? Cute or on the take?

“Mama is my biggest fan as I am hers,” he said easily. “Seems she’s always doing someone a good turn. Helping out where she can.”

“She also plays a mean game of Briscola.”

He blinked. Cards? “Did you play for money?” He manufactured a chuckle. “She probably let you win.”

A line pinched between Bailey Ross’s brows. “We played because she enjoyed it.”

She’d threaded her fingers around the worn denim knees of her jeans. Her bracelet was expensive, however—yellow-gold and heavy with charms. Had Mama’s money helped purchase that piece duty free? If he asked Bailey straight out, what reply would she give?

As if she’d read his mind and wasn’t comfortable, his guest eased to her feet. “I’ve held you up long enough. You don’t want to miss your flight.”

He stood too. She was right. She wasn’t going to admit to anything and his cab would be here any minute. Seemed his curiosity with regard to Miss Ross’s true nature would go unsatisfied.

“Do you have family in Sydney?” He asked as they crossed the parquet floor together and she covered another yawn.

“I was raised here.”

“You’ll be catching up with your parents then.”

“My mother died a few years back.”

“My condolences.” He’d never known his mother but the man he’d come to know as Father had passed away recently. “I’m sure your father’s missed you.”

But she only looked away.

Walking alongside, Mateo rolled back his shoulders. No mother. Estranged from her father. Few possessions. Hell, now he wanted to write her a check.

He changed the subject. “So, what are your broader plans, Miss Ross? Do you have a job here in town to return to?”

“I don’t have any real concrete plans just yet.”

“Perhaps more travel then?”

“There’s more I’d like to see, but for now, I’m hanging around.”

They stopped at the entrance. He fanned open the door, searched her flawless face and smiled. “Well, good luck.”

“Same to you. Say hello to Paris for me.”

As she turned to walk away, hitching that ratty knapsack higher on one slim shoulder, something thrust beneath Mateo’s ribs and he took a halting step toward her. Of course, he should let it alone—should let her be on her way—but a stubborn niggling kept at him and he simply had to ask.

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