Tycoon's Terms of Engagement

Tycoon's Terms of Engagement
Natalie Anderson

The Winner Takes All… To notorious tycoon Jack Wolfe, billion-dollar deals are his lifeblood. So no one is more surprised than he is when his meeting with Australia’s most stylish blogger Steffi Johnson gets completely out of hand! He wants to buy her blog but, fascinated by her latent sensuality and too-smart mouth, he can’t resist making an entirely different offer…Steffi’s torn – she can’t afford to jeopardise the business deal, but Jack’s touch ignites a desire that is as addictive as it’s overwhelming! She recognises the demons driving him – it takes one to know one – but can she make this deal with the devil and walk away unscathed?Discover more at www.millsandboon.co.uk/natalieanderson

‘You’re not allowed to touch your phone. Nor am I allowed to touch mine,’ said Jack. ‘Not for the next six hours. Not even if they ring or beep or spontaneously combust.’

‘Six hours?’ They were going to be out that long?

‘That okay?’

‘I… I guess.’ It was better than staying the night, right?

‘First to cave loses.’

‘Loses what?’

His sudden unexpected smile was too wicked for her liking.

‘What you should be asking is what the winner receives.’

Stephanie turned in her seat, her heart drumming heavy-metal style. ‘What do you win if I cave?’

‘A taste.’

‘Of…?’

‘What do you think?’ he asked, too softly.

‘My blog is ready to be bought but I’m not on the table, Mr Wolfe,’ she breathed, trying to be icy. And failing.

‘Not yet—and it’s Jack.’

‘Not ever, Mr Wolfe.’

‘You’re afraid I’ll bite? I won’t. I’m talking about one kiss.’

She stared at him. He was driving along as if he hadn’t a care in the world. As if he hadn’t just suggested something wildly inappropriate. And so wildly tempting.

Finally he glanced over at her. ‘You can’t tell me you haven’t considered the idea already.’

NATALIE ANDERSON adores a happy ending—which is why she always reads the back of a book first. Just to be sure. So you can be sure you’ve got a happy ending in your hands right now—because she promises nothing less. Along with happy endings she loves peppermint-filled dark chocolate, pineapple juice and extremely long showers. Not to mention spending hours teasing her imaginary friends with dating dilemmas. She tends to torment them before eventually relenting and offering—you guessed it—a happy ending. She lives in Christchurch, New Zealand, with her gorgeous husband and four fabulous children.

If, like her, you love a happy ending, be sure to come and say hi on facebook/authornataliea, on Twitter @authornataliea (http://Twitter.com/authornataliea), or at her website/blog: www.natalie-anderson.com (http://www.natalie-anderson.com)

Tycoon’s Terms of Engagement

Natalie Anderson

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Table of Contents

Cover (#ua9bdc3ab-6606-58a7-be63-dfdde5d35ca8)

Excerpt (#u20e9d407-4fdf-5c62-909b-bd1a38e19455)

About the Author (#u7060b069-66e2-5475-bcf1-8d792d3bd1de)

Title Page (#uc18bdb47-d07a-5c5f-8cd6-27f1d9ded9e2)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_bf002854-3c61-5af3-ad96-e7994c83de7f)

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_3a4ebffd-ef4c-53d1-9e78-f57c827e87f4)

CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_99fcb9c7-5a88-5130-a565-85370d624d60)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_7307bf2a-017a-5ab5-8c3b-ed2e7d2fe8f9)

‘YOU’RE NOT TO leave me alone with him, you understand?’ Stephanie Johnson—Steffi Leigh to her quadrillion blog subscribers—closed the passenger door and glared at her best friend.

‘Stop stressing. It’s not like he’s dangerous.’ Tara rummaged in her oversized handbag as she walked round to the footpath, not bothering to look up or to lock the car.

‘He’s more than dangerous. He’s like God,’ Stephanie argued. Because Jack Wolfe held her whole world in his hands. ‘And you know I can’t keep the act up for long.’

Long enough for the ninety-second vlogs she recorded in the corner of her bedroom—sure. But staying as ‘Steffi Leigh’ for a three-hour meeting out in the real world? She hadn’t a hope. At least not without help.

Absently she nibbled on her fingernail, only to get a bite of fabric. Ugh. She’d forgotten she was wearing sleek white gloves—their purpose to hide the chewed-to-the-quick ugliness of her nails. Her whole vintage look was to hide her real, slightly screwed-up self.