The Elliotts: Bedroom Secrets: Under Deepest Cover
Back by popular demand! These great value titles feature stories from Mills & Boon fans' favourite authors. Under Deepest Cover When sexy, suave millionaire spy Bryan Elliott rescued shy Lucy Miller, he whisked her to his Manhattan penthouse, gave her a new name and a new look, taking her from plain Jane to gorgeous sophisticate. The new sexy siren embraced the pretend role of Bryan’s lover – but she had to remember their attraction was just a cover…Marriage Terms Millionaire businessmanDaniel Elliott affected his ex-wife, Amanda, as if they were still the couple whose unbridled passions – and unexpected pregnancy – had pushed them into marriage. The fire still burned hot between them – so hot that a chance encounter had them revisiting the bedroom…together.The Intern Affair Businessman Cade McMann was watching lovely Jessie Clayton as soon as she came to work at his magazine. Knowing she was hiding something, Cade set out to uncover every one of her secrets. And seduction seemed the best way to begin…
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The Elliotts: Bedroom Secrets
UNDER DEEPEST COVER KARA LENNOX
MARRIAGE TERMS BARBARA DUNLOP
THE INTERN AFFAIR ROXANNE ST CLAIRE
UNDER DEEPEST COVER
KARA LENNOX
About the Author
KARA LENNOX, a Texas native, has been an art director, typesetter, textbook editor and reporter. She’s worked in a boutique, a health club and an ad agency. She’s been an antiques dealer and even a blackjack dealer. But no work has made her happier than writing romance novels.
When not writing, Kara indulges in an ever-changing array of weird hobbies. (Her latest passions are treasure hunting and creating mosaics.) She loves to hear from readers. You can visit her webpage and drop her a note at www.karalennox.com.
For Melissa Jeglinski
Thanks so much for inviting me into the Elliott world.
The story was perfect for me—you know me so well.
One
“You have to get me out of this!” Lucy Miller hissed into her encrypted cell phone, the one that had been delivered to her home a few weeks ago. The phone had rung just as she’d left a staff meeting. She’d ducked into the ladies’ rest room, where she’d checked every stall to make sure she was alone.
“Relax, Lucy,” said the soothing voice Lucy had come to know so well. She had often fantasized about what the man who owned that deep, sexy voice might look like, but not today. Today she was too terrified to fantasize about anything but getting out of this situation with her skin intact.
“Don’t you tell me to relax,” she whispered back. “You aren’t the one stuck in this bank trying to act normal when she knows she’s about to get liquidated.”
“Liquidated? You must be watching too much Get Smart. No one is trying to kill you.”
“You didn’t see the man who was following me. I know a hit man when I see one. He was wearing a coat, and it’s like ninety degrees outside.”
“It’s also raining in D.C. today. He probably had on a raincoat.”
“Casanova, you’re not listening! My cover has been blown. Someone has been in my apartment. Either you get me out of here, or I’ll hop the first plane I can find to South America and I’ll take all my data with me!”
“No! Lucy, be reasonable—”
“I’m done being reasonable. I’ve done everything you asked without question. I’ve trusted you implicitly, though I’ve never met you and don’t even know your name. Now it’s your turn to trust me. I’m not stupid. If you don’t get me out, this very expensive little cell phone is going into the nearest sewer, and you’ll never hear from me again.”
“All right! I’ll be there by five-thirty, six at the latest. Can you hang tight till then? Can you make it home?”
Lucy took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She’d spotted her tail three days ago, and she’d realized yesterday that someone had searched her apartment. But so far her observer was keeping his distance. Maybe she could make it a few more hours. She struggled for a reasonable tone of voice. “I’ll do my best. But if anything happens, tell my parents I love them, okay?”
“You’ll be fine, drama queen.”
Lucy disconnected before she said something she’d regret. Drama queen? Did Casanova think she was some flaky paranoid? Hadn’t she proved her worth over the past weeks? Casanova. Who’d come up with that handle, anyway, and why?
She put the cell phone back in her purse and started to exit the rest room, but then she caught a look at herself in the mirror. She looked like a mad woman, her wavy brown hair escaping from its customary bun and frizzing around her face, her cheeks flush with panic, eyes wild with fear behind her glasses. She took five minutes to neaten her hair, powder her nose and apply her pink lipstick. The shade did nothing for her, but that didn’t matter. She wasn’t exactly supermodel material these days. She only wore a little makeup because she was in an executive position and the other female executives did.
She’d been trying to fit in, not call attention to herself.
When she looked and felt more composed, she left the sanctuary of the rest room and headed for her office, hoping she could close the door and hole up in there for the rest of the afternoon. She was afraid that if she had to deal with anyone, she would fall apart.
Some spy you turned out to be, Lucy Miller. Disintegrating at the first sign of danger.
As luck would have it, she rounded a corner and ran right into the bank’s portly CEO, the man who’d hired her.
“Oh, hello, Lucy,” he said politely. “I was just looking for you.”
“Sorry, I was in the ladies’ room. My lunch isn’t sitting well, I’m afraid.” She figured he wouldn’t ask too many questions about that. He was easily embarrassed, she’d discovered.
He scrutinized her face with his one good eye. The other had been destroyed in some kind of accident, though she didn’t know the details. Her skin prickled with nerves. Could he see her fear?
“You don’t look well,” he said. “You’re very pale. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, really.” Just like Mr. Vargov to be concerned. He was a kind, fatherly man, a friend of her uncle Dennis who’d given her this job when she sorely needed a safe, stable employment. She’d been under-qualified for the fund auditor’s job, with her piddling bachelor’s degree in finance and no experience to speak of, but she felt she’d performed the job well.
