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KAINE IGNORED THE disappointment that hit him as she more or less admitted to being here to keep him from taking stronger action against her family.

He shouldn’t be letting her under his skin. Aside from retaliating when someone tried to knock him down, he never allowed anyone to affect him on an emotional level, let alone a woman attempting to toy with him.

This turnaround from her innocent act when she’d arrived told him that’s exactly what this was: pure manipulation. Worse, when she had been protesting ignorance where her cousin’s behavior was concerned, she had nearly caused him to doubt his own sound judgment. He had found himself thinking maybe she really did just want to buy an earring for her grandmother.

As she had stepped away to make her call, he had actually allowed himself to imagine her coming back to him with a rational explanation, one that would allow him to believe in her, fool that he was. He had learned long ago that trusting people, particularly a woman he physically desired, resulted only in an empty wallet.

He sure as hell hadn’t intended to come to heel like a poodle on a leash, but another man had approached her. The possessiveness that had engulfed him in those seconds had been so intolerable, it propelled him across the room to stake a claim.

It was time to yank back control. He texted his driver as they exited the private rooms of the restaurant. When she veered toward the bar, he said, “We’ll go to my place.”

She faltered, then said, “I’m getting my bag. I haven’t checked into my hotel yet.”

Convenient. After she’d handed her ticket to the coat check, he picked up the small case and escorted her out. His car smoothly rolled to the curb and he opened the back door himself.

* * *

Kaine’s driver dropped them in front of a mirrored skyscraper with a lobby that led onto a restaurant.

Gisella glimpsed more than one starlet standing in line, but Kaine didn’t take her into that hot spot. He waved her into an elevator set back from the rest, one she quickly realized was his alone since his thumbprint made it whisk upward.

The darkened bay and the lights outlining the bridge came into view. Before she’d had a chance to process that, the windows went dark again. The elevator came to a stop, the doors opened and—

“Oh.” Glass walls offered more than 180 degrees of night sky and ocean. The sparkle of city and moonlight on the water, bobbing boat lights and stars against an inky sky drew her into the penthouse. The open-plan rooms were lit by a subtle glow in the baseboards and a single table lamp. He didn’t turn on any other lights.

A rational part of her warned this might be dangerous, coming to a strange man’s apartment. Things were contentious between them, but, “This is so beautiful.”

She wanted to see it in daylight, eat breakfast on that veranda protected by glass that would let in the sun but keep out the wind. She wasn’t a covetous person, but she rather wanted this.

He moved behind the wet bar and opened a bottle of wine. She felt his gaze on her across the football field that was his living room. The horseshoe sofa would seat twenty, the dining table equally as many. The kitchen seemed to be tucked around the far side of the dining area and she suspected the stairs over the bar led to his bedroom.

She glanced at the big screen. It looked as though it disappeared into the wall at the flick of a button. It didn’t have game controllers attached, which surprised her. He made a large chunk of his fortune in that arena.

“Do you host a lot of parties?” The place was built for entertaining, but something in his persona told her he kept his space private. He was such an infuriating man. She wanted to hate him for the accusations he kept throwing at her, but she was intrigued despite herself.

“You’re one of a handful of people who have been here since I moved in two years ago. The maid and doorman are my most frequent guests. My PA sometimes.”

“The inner sanctum,” she murmured, moving forward to stroke the buttery leather of the sofa. “I’m flattered.”

Was the earring here? She glanced around, wondering if it was in a safe behind that abstract painting in the dining room. He probably had an office upstairs.

“It’s in a safe-deposit box at my bank,” he said, reading her mind.

She crossed her arms, annoyed with herself for being so obvious.

“I brought you here for privacy. To discuss the terms of your compensation.”

“You keep accusing me of being willing to barter sex for favors. You know that says more about you than me, right?” She refused to gauge the distance to the elevator, tingling at speaking so frankly, but not with danger. It was the excitement of dropping a layer of civility. Like peeling off her cloak and letting him see what she wore beneath.

“I don’t pay for sex,” he drawled, moving around the horseshoe of the sofa to bring her wine.

“No?” she scoffed gently, taking it and speaking into the aromas of honey and peach before flavors of oak and vanilla dampened her tongue. “You don’t bring lovers on vacation? Buy them a parting gift of a bracelet or necklace?” She didn’t take such commissions on purpose, but knew some of her pieces had been bought by older men who had given them to women who weren’t their wives.

“Inviting someone to join me on my yacht is hardly paying for her company.” He picked up a tendril of her hair and drew it across the front of her neck like a collar. “And my lovers tend to be women with careers and incomes that make a gift of a necklace exactly that. A gift. A token of affection.”

She swallowed, hyperaware that her motion caused the edge of his thumb to brush her skin. She drew back enough to release her hair from his touch, disturbed by the thought of his having lovers. Rich, powerful lovers for whom he had affection. She probably knew some of them.

“I’m not clear on what you need compensation for. And why you think it’s up to me to provide it.”

“Your cousin sold me a pile of useless rocks, not the rare metals he led me to expect would fuel the next generation of my electronic devices.” His muted fury was contained, but instant. Volatile and very real. A glimpse into the volcano vent.

Her fingers tightened on the stem of her glass and she stood very still. “Surely you know that mining is as much a gamble as any slot machine in Vegas.”

“The Barsi name on the original test results carried a lot of weight. Heavy hitters signed on. When the mine didn’t pay out as advertised, the investors insisted on fresh samples. They were duds. I’ve had to lock up much of my operating capital in an escrow account while I wait out the investigation. It’s costing me daily to carry all that risk and debt. If Benny doesn’t show up and clear my name, I lose that money and pay fines on top of it—which could cost me everything.”

She didn’t dare ask if he was the one who had misrepresented or exaggerated test samples. He wouldn’t be so inimical if he didn’t have an ax to grind. She felt helpless in the face of everything he was saying, desperate to defuse the situation.

“I swear to you, Benny wouldn’t deliberately mislead anyone about something like that. Was there some other go-between?”

“I was dealing with him directly.” His cheeks went hollow as he penetrated her with laser eyes. “And I believe your family also invests heavily in precious metals. No doubt gains have been made on your more-established fronts since this new opportunity has fallen through.”

She gasped with outrage. “Are you suggesting we’re deliberately manipulating prices with supply and demand? No! We would never do anything like that.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t blacklist me in New York, either.”

“Of course not!”

“Yet whispers are circulating loud enough that no one in New York is returning my calls. Damage is being done that won’t stop until Benny resurfaces. I think I deserve compensation for that, Gisella. Don’t you?”

Her insides felt cold and heavy, chilling her with dread. She threw up her hands in helplessness. “I didn’t know any of this!”

His lip curled with contempt, telling her she could talk herself blue. In his mind, the evidence was stacked too high against all of them.

She looked to her phone, desperately willing Benny to call and make all of this go away. All she wanted was a single earring, for heaven’s sake. How had this gone so horribly wrong?

“Who did you call earlier?” Kaine asked.

“Benny’s father. He’s heard the rumors, but there’s nothing we can do except not repeat them.”

“You can stop trying to take further advantage of me.”

“I’m not! We are not.”

“Why are you here, then? Dressed to do business,” he added in a disparaging tone.

“I dressed to get into your lousy party!” Truly lousy, although, as insults went, it wasn’t her best.

“And our kiss at the estate auction? Is that a charming New York custom I’m unaware of? Have I been missing out by settling for handshakes instead of the five alarm fire you offered?”

“Oh, for—!” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, glad for the low light because she was so hot she must be blushing all the way into her cleavage. “I was attracted to you so I kissed you. Is that so hard to believe?”

“That passion was real?” he mocked. “Come here, then.” He set aside his glass with a clink on a glass tabletop. “Let’s finish what we started.”

“God, you’re overbearing!” She closed her fists, but managed to keep them at her side.

His wolfish gaze wasn’t what scared her, though. He wasn’t. It was herself and the stupid impulse in her feet that had nearly carried her forward on his command to do exactly what he said that terrified her. She still wanted to see. To feel.

“I went to the auction for an earring. I kissed a man who interested me. I’ve since realized what a mistake that was.”

“It was,” he agreed. “A big one.” He picked up his drink again, adding in a smooth, lethal tone, “I have half a mind to accept Rohan’s latest offer just to punish you.”

“Don’t,” she said through gritted teeth, telling herself she shouldn’t be shocked at how vindictive and ruthless he was. She’d already seen him in action.

He smirked. “It’s amazing how quickly that little sparkler brings you to heel. I’m starting to think it has a cold war spy transmitter in it that’s still active.”

“I’m starting to think this sounds like extortion. Why are you being so heavy-handed?”

“So that you understand all that’s at stake as we discuss terms.”

She shifted, uncomfortable, and folded her arms. “What exactly are you asking me to do, then?”

“You’re adorable. I’m not asking. I’m telling you that, starting now, you’re going to portray yourself as my latest and most smitten lover.” He savored that pronouncement with a sip of wine that he seemed to roll around on his tongue.