âOne of these days, someone is going to see past your flirtation to the truth,â
Logan warned, his voice a husky growl.
It wasnât until he captured her fingers that she realized sheâd flattened her palm against his rib cage. She tugged to free her hand, but he tightened his grip.
The sexual tension he roused in her went from simmer to roiling boil. âLet me go.â
âYou started it.â
âWhatâs gotten into you today?â
âYou know, I think this is the first time Iâve ever seen you lose your cool. I like it.â
How had he turned the tables on her in such a short time? She pressed her thighs together, but this action made the ache worse, not better.
What you need is a man who will barge right past your defenses and drive you wild. Thank goodness heâd never find out just how much she liked the sound of that.
âIâm really not interested in what youââ
She never had a chance to finish the thought. Before she guessed his intention, Logan lowered his lips to hers and cut off her denial.
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At Odds with the Heiress is part of the Las Vegas Nights trilogy: Where love is the biggest gamble of all!
CAT SCHIELD has been reading and writing romance since high school. Although she graduated from college with a BA in business, her idea of a perfect career was writing books for Mills & Boon. And now, after winning the Romance Writers of America 2010 Golden Heart Award for series contemporary romance, that dream has come true. Cat lives in Minnesota with her daughter, Emily, and their Burmese cat. When sheâs not writing sexy, romantic stories for Mills & Boon>® Desireâ¢, she can be found sailing with friends on the St Croix River or in more exotic locales like the Caribbean and Europe. She loves to hear from readers. Find her at www.catschield. com. Follow her on Twitter, @catschield.
One
Logan Wolfe slowed his stride as he entered the fifth floor executive office, taking a moment to appreciate the feminine tableau silhouetted against the backdrop of the Las Vegas Strip. Although all three Fontaine sisters were brunettes of a similar height and bone structure, they could not have been less alike in attitude, style and background.
The three were half sisters whoâd known nothing of each other until their common father, Ross Fontaine, died five years ago. When their grandfather, Henry Fontaine, chairman and CEO of the multibillion-dollar Fontaine Hotels and Resorts, found out that Ross had two illegitimate daughters, he tracked them down and brought them into the family fold. Theyâd both changed their last names to Fontaine and accepted important roles in the company in order to participate in a contest, devised by their grandfather, to see which of his three heirs would run the Fontaine empire when he retired.
âGood morning, Logan,â Violet Fontaine called, waving him over. âGrandpa, Logan has joined us.â
âGood morning, Logan.â Henry Fontaineâs deep voice sounded from the speakerphone. He was based in New York City where the company had their corporate office and kept in touch with his granddaughters through a weekly conference call.
âGood morning, Mr. Fontaine. I hope Iâm not intruding.â
âNot at all,â the CEO said. âIn fact, I have to run to another meeting. Violet, dear, once again, Iâm sorry for your loss. Call me if thereâs anything I can do for you.â
âThank you, Grandfather.â
As Harper Fontaine pushed the button that ended the call, Violet gestured to the empty chair beside her. Logan sat down and gave Violetâs hand a sympathetic squeeze.
âI was sorry to hear about Tiberius. How are you holding up?â
Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. âEven though we all knew he had heart problems, it was still such a shock. He was a live wire. His energy never seemed to stop. I figured heâd live forever.â
Logan had been friends with Violet for seven years, since he and his twin brother, Lucas, had decided to expand their growing security company to Las Vegas. Violet was the grounded middle sister who had a girl-next-door charm. Her mother, Suzanne, had been a showgirl at one time, but after a brief affair with Ross Fontaine and the birth of her daughter, sheâd gone to work for Tiberius Stone, owner of the Lucky Heart Hotel and Casino. Twenty years her senior, Tiberius had fallen in love with Suzanne and theyâd moved in together. Growing up, Violet had shadowed Tiberius around his hotel and by the time she graduated high school she knew more about running a casino than people twice her age.
In fact, Tiberius Stone was the reason the three sisters were solemn this morning. Violetâs surrogate father had been found dead of an apparent heart attack in his office at the Lucky Heart the day before.