Blackmailed Down The Aisle
‘What’s it to be – me, or the police?’Out-of-work actress Daisy Maddox would do anything for her brother - even sneak into a sleek New York office to return the watch he stole from billionaire Rollo Fleming.When Rollo catches her red-handed, Daisy is completely at his mercy. But Rollo needs a wife to seal a deal, and events take a wild turn–he demands Daisy become his temporary wife!Swept into Rollo’s world, Daisy’s caught in an intense tangle of emotions. And with every searing kiss, Daisy’s guard melts, as she discovers there are unexpected, pleasurable advantages to being blackmailed down the aisle…
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“What’s it to be—me, or the police?”
Out-of-work actress Daisy Maddox would do anything for her brother—even sneak into a sleek New York office to return the watch he stole from billionaire Rollo Fleming.
When Rollo catches her red-handed, Daisy is completely at his mercy. But Rollo needs a wife to seal a deal, and events take a wild turn—he demands Daisy become his temporary wife!
Swept into Rollo’s world, Daisy’s caught in an intense tangle of emotions. And with every searing kiss, Daisy’s guard melts, as she discovers there are unexpected, pleasurable advantages to being blackmailed down the aisle...
‘What were we talking about?’ Rollo said softly. ‘Oh, yes. Our chemistry.’
‘It’s just not there,’ Daisy said hastily, trying not to breathe in the clean masculine smell of his body. ‘And, believe me, you can’t just manufacture it for the cameras. It has to be real.’
Rollo let silence build between them. He wondered if she realised that her body was contradicting her words. That her cheeks were flushed and her lips were parted invitingly.
Scrutinising her face, he frowned. His eyes narrowed. ‘I wonder…how would we test it? If this was a real acting job, I mean.’
Her eyes froze mid-blink. ‘I suppose we’d do an audition.’
Taking a step closer, he smiled—a small, dispassionate smile. ‘What a good idea,’ he murmured.
And slowly he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.
LOUISE FULLER was a tomboy who hated pink and always wanted to be the prince—not the princess! Now she enjoys creating heroines who aren’t pretty pushovers but strong, believable women. Before writing for Mills & Boon she studied literature and philosophy at university, and then worked as a reporter on her local newspaper. She lives in Tunbridge Wells with her impossibly handsome husband, Patrick, and their six children.
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To my parents. For taking me to the library. A lot.
Thank you.
Contents
THE PARTY WAS loud and hot and crowded.
Everywhere people were dancing, laughing, punching the air. Everyone was having fun. Everyone except Daisy Maddox. Leaning against the wall, her blonde hair lit up by the flashing strobe lights, she stood slightly apart, gazing critically across the room.
Nowhere in the world was as vibrant as Manhattan at midnight. And nowhere was more glamorous than Fleming Tower, the lean, gleaming skyscraper of steel and glass owned by her brother David’s boss, Rollo Fleming, billionaire property tycoon and the party’s host.
Daisy sighed softly. It was a great party.
As long as you were a guest!
Stifling a yawn, she glanced down at her uniform. If, like her, you were handing out glasses of champagne, then it was just another shift at work. And being a waitress sucked—no matter how cool the venue. Or how attractive the guests.
She glanced over at the young man who had been hovering at her elbow all evening.
Skinny, dark and charming, he was exactly her type. Ordinarily she might have flirted a little, but tonight she was struggling even to remember he was there.
‘Come on!’ He smiled at her hopefully. ‘One little glass won’t hurt.’
Behind his back, Joanne, another of the waitresses, rolled her eyes.
Daisy breathed out slowly. Six months ago she’d arrived at David’s apartment, hoping to make it big on Broadway. Only just like the rest of her life nothing had gone to plan, and her dreams had got lost in a depressing loop of auditions and rejections. But all those years at drama school hadn’t been entirely wasted, she thought wearily as, setting her expression to one of disappointment, she gave him a small, regretful smile.
‘It’s sweet of you, Tim. But I can’t. Like I told you earlier. I don’t drink when I’m working.’ She glanced pointedly down at her uniform, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
‘It’s not Tim—it’s Tom. Come on. It’s just one glass. I promise I won’t tell.’ He grinned encouragingly. ‘It’s not like the big boss man is here to catch you.’
Rollo Fleming. The ‘big boss man.’ Picturing his cool, handsome face—the one that gazed so disdainfully out from the Fleming Organisation’s website—Daisy felt her heart thump nervously. It was true. Despite the fact that the party was in his building, for his staff, Rollo had declined to attend.
Of course, there had been the usual rumours he would turn up unannounced. Someone even claimed to have seen him in the foyer. But Daisy knew for sure that he wasn’t coming. Rollo Fleming was in Washington on business, and by the time he returned the party would be wrapped up. Finished. Over.
And not just the party, she thought, glancing furtively at the clock on the wall.
