The Billionaire’s Club: a fabulously sexy contemporary series about some of the world’s wealthiest, most powerful men and the women they claim…and keep.
Jax Morrow, the dangerously handsome, spectacularly wealthy entrepreneur’s world is turned upside down when Pandora Garret walks into the dark, smoky bar one night, a stunning combination of sex and innocence. He knows she’s trouble at first sight, but Jax can’t let her leave…unless she’s leaving with him.
Pandora has had enough. Kept under lock and key by her powerful, controlling father, she aches for freedom. When she briefly escapes and meets Jax she knows he is just what she has been looking for: forbidden, unforgettable passion. After one night in Jax’s arms, Pandora knows she can never go back to living under one man’s domination. Determined to control her own life she tries to resist Jax’s pull, but a dangerous desire rises between them and both their pasts and presents threatens to destroy what they have found. But both Pandora and Jax discover that they just can’t walk away…
Pandora stepped up to the bar, her heartbeat loud in her ears, the pressure of the man’s gaze on her like a hand resting on her skin. She didn’t look at him. Couldn’t look at him. Not yet. Not until she was ready.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?” she said, keeping her gaze on the barman as he got another customer a drink.
“You want me to stop looking?” The man’s voice was deep, with an edge of iron to it and a shiver chased down her spine. He sounded like a man used to giving orders. Used to being obeyed. Like Sergei.
Pandora gripped her purse. Shit, she wasn’t going to stand here, voiceless like a stupid teenage girl. Being silent was all she’d been doing for the past twenty four years, like a good girl while everyone talked around her. As if she wasn’t even there.
Well, that wasn’t happening tonight.
She turned her head and met that blue gaze head-on.
It still knocked the breath from her body, but this time she was able to take in the man it belonged to. A tall man, extremely tall. She could tell even though he was sitting on a barstool. He was wearing a dark charcoal suit, no tie, his white business shirt open at the throat, like your average businessman out for an after-work round of drinks.
Except there was nothing average about this man. For a start that suit was custom-made and had to have been worth a couple of thousand dollars – and she should know since she was surrounded by those kinds of suits every day. Then there was the fact that he wasn’t built like any businessman she knew of, not that she knew many but still. Even under all that charcoal wool she could tell he was built broad and muscular, more like one of her bodyguards than a man used to sitting in a cubicle all day.
No, not a cubicle. This guy was not in any way a cubicle kind of guy. With his hard jaw and high cheekbones, there was a quiet kind of arrogance to him that had corner-office written all over it.
Something tugged inside of her. He was familiar in some way but she couldn’t quite place him. And that made her wary. She didn’t want to run into anyone that might be familiar to her because that would not be good, especially since the only people she had any face-to-face contact with tended to be friends of her father’s.
“Have we met?” she asked bluntly.
“No,” he responded with absolute certainty. “I would have remembered meeting you. But that doesn’t answer my question.”
“Do you want me to stop looking at you?”
No. She took a slow, silent breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was used to men looking at her since her father paraded her around whenever he got a moment, showing the world his lovely daughter.
But even though those men had looked at her with lust, none of them had looked at her like this man did. None of them saw her, they only saw Nick Garret’s daughter. This man though, he didn’t know who she was. And the look in his eyes, yes, it was desire. Yet something more, something fiercer. Hotter.
“No,” she said, the breath catching in her throat. “I don’t want you to stop looking at me.”
He didn’t smile. Only kept looking. “What’s your name?”
“No. I don’t…let’s not do that.”
“You prefer anonymity?”
“Yes.” It was safer if he didn’t know who she was. Safer for both of them.
“I’m good with that.” His gaze roved over her and it made her feel hot, like there was a fire burning inside her. “But I need to call you something. Maybe Snow White.”
A startled laugh escaped her. “Snow White? That’s kind of cheesy.”
Again he didn’t smile but something flickered in his blue eyes, something that might have been amusement. “Why not? Black hair. White skin. Red mouth. You’re Snow White all right.”
“So what does that make you? You don’t look like Prince Charming to me.” Because Prince Charming was a good boy and this man definitely wasn’t. That fire in his blue eyes, that arrogance, that hard voice, those kinds of things only belonged to the bad boys and if there was one thing she knew it was bad boys.
His long mouth curved in a smile that made her heart stop altogether. “Oh, I’m not Prince Charming, baby. I’m the Huntsman.”