The Tycoon's Rebel Bride(7)By: Maya Banks
Her eyes sparked briefly, but then her expression faded to one of neutrality.
“In that case, I appreciate the offer, and I’d love to go apartment hunting with you
tomorrow. Shall we do lunch as well?” she asked innocently.
“Of course I’ll feed you,” he said with a grunt. Why did he feel as though he’d
been run over by a steamroller? The idea that this mere slip of a girl had run so
roughshod over him left him irritated and feeling like he’d been manipulated, but there
was nothing but genuine appreciation and relief in her expression.
She hurried over and threw her arms around him. She landed against his chest,
and he had to brace himself to keep from stumbling back.
“Thank you,” she said against his ear as she squeezed him for all she was worth.
He allowed his arms to fold around her as he returned her hug. Her body melted
against his, and he felt every one of those generous curves he’d noticed earlier. His hand
skimmed over the small portion of flesh on her back that was bared by her shirt, and he
wondered again over the tattoo he’d seen there. It was driving him crazy not to know
what it was.
He shook his head and gently extricated himself from her grasp. “Let me call for
the driver so he can return you to the hotel.”
She kissed him on the cheek and then turned toward the door. “Thank you,
Theron, and I’ll see you first thing tomorrow.”
He was left rubbing his cheek where her lips had brushed just seconds before.
Then he cursed and strode around to the back of his desk again. He’d been so ready to
condemn Chrysander for being involved with someone so young, and here he stood
lusting over the same girl. Pathetic. It had obviously been way too long since he’d been
with a woman.
He buzzed his secretary and quickly gave her instructions to find three or four
possible apartments. If all else failed, he could give her Chrysander’s penthouse to use.
After talking with Madeline, he then picked up the phone to arrange for a security
detail for Isabella.
As he hung up, he remembered that Alannis would be arriving in a week, and he
groaned. He’d counted on not having Isabella to contend with when his future fiancée
arrived. One woman was always more than enough, and splitting attentions between more
than one was a recipe for disaster.
But maybe Alannis would have ideas where Isabella was concerned. Together
they could introduce Isabella to a few eligible men—men who’d passed muster with
Theron, of course.
Deciding that this was another task suited for Madeline, he buzzed her and asked
her to compile a list of eligible bachelors complete with background checks and a
checklist of pros and cons. She sounded amused by his request but didn’t question him.
Theron sat back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. This wouldn’t
take long at all. He’d find her an apartment, find her a husband, and then he would turn
his attentions to his own impending nuptials.
“Isabella!” Sadie cried as she threw open the door to her apartment.
Isabella found herself enveloped in her friend’s arms, and she returned the hug
just as fiercely.
“Come in, come in. It’s so good to see you again,” Sadie exclaimed as she
ushered Isabella inside.
The girls sat down in the small living room, and then Sadie pounced. “So? Did
you see him?”
Isabella smiled. “Just came from his office.”
Isabella shrugged. “I told him I wasn’t going to Europe and that I was going to
look for an apartment here. He’s going to help me,” she added with a small smile.
“So he took it well?”
Sadie flipped her long red hair over her shoulder, drawing attention to her pretty
features. A year older than Isabella, she had graduated the term before and moved to New
York to pursue a career on Broadway.
“I wouldn’t say well,” Isabella said in amusement. “I think it was more a matter
of him wondering what on earth he was going to do with me. The Anetakis brothers take
their responsibilities very seriously. They’re Greek, after all. And I am one huge
responsibility Theron needs to be rid of. I’m sure he was looking forward to herding me