The Billionaire's Ruthless Intrusion (Billionaire Knights Book 1)

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hand away from her face. No matter. Tonight he would make her his, whether she liked it or not. It was for the best.
    As Kirsty sat absolutely still, trying to control the trembling of her limbs, she wondered why Stuart was having this effect on her. Far from sadness at his cruel words, his nearness had inspired in her a desire to be kissed by him so powerful and all-consuming that it had taken all her self-control not to succumb to it. Watching the molten gold of his eyes burn into her had taken her breath away, and along with it had obliterated her girlish dreams of Geoffrey. If only she’d known before what a passionate man Stuart was, she’d have discarded her silly infatuation long before, transferring her affections to her cousin instead.
    Her affections? Was she affected by Stuart? Her senses were definitely under assault of his constant presence in her life, but was her heart as well? She had to admit that she was getting emotionally involved with the powerful alpha male seated next to her, his sheer masculinity all but blowing her away just now.
    Trying to quieten her pounding heart, she knew that she was treading dangerous ground. Very dangerous ground indeed. For this was no girlish crush she was experiencing but something very new and different. Something primal and irrevocable. Something that had the power to destroy her, especially since Stuart didn’t love her. All he wanted was to prove to her that her infatuation with Geoffrey was unfounded and potentially harmful for the family. He wanted to protect the family, that was his only concern. And he would go to any means necessary to accomplish that mission, even if it destroyed her in the process.

Chapter 9
    O nce returned to their room , Kirsty immediately barricaded herself into the bathroom so as not to have to suffer the ignoble ordeal of being subjected to Stuart’s furious temper. He’d been eyeing her closely ever since the incident in the conference room but as she shakily checked her face in the mirror, she heard him talking in the other room and as she pricked up her ears she knew that he was already remedying the business emergency that had come up.
    She shouldn’t be bitter, she chided herself as a wave of resentment swept through her. Why should she be upset that Stuart paid attention to his business empire first and foremost? She was, after all, merely a lowly PA to him, a minor cousin he’d snatched from the obscurity of the secretarial pool to keep an eye on. To make sure she didn’t mess up his friend’s wedding and the family reputation.
    She felt hot tears sting behind her eyes. What a mess! How she had managed to land herself in this particular position she didn’t know. She took in the devastation in the mirror. Her customary pale features were even paler now, her hair in disarray and her makeup smeared. She sighed as she splashed water on her face. For some reason she still wanted to look her best, even though she knew Stuart didn’t care one hoot about her. And yet when she finally left the bathroom, her head held high as she valiantly held onto what shred of pride she had left, her heart was beating a steady pattern against her ribcage the moment she stepped into the same room as Stuart. Somehow his mere presence occupied every inch and made her feel so self-aware she even had trouble breathing. It was a quality he possessed she’d never before been aware of.
    He was standing with his back to her, his hand loosely in his pocket, his head slightly bowed as he stood gazing out the window, still talking into his mobile. He cut a powerful figure, she had to admit, but then she already knew that about him. His torso was wide and powerfully muscular, stretching his shirt, then tapering down to narrow hips, his buttocks clearly delineated against the slacks he was wearing. She averted her eyes—things were bad enough as they were without her imagination adding fuel to the fire. When had she fallen in such lust with her cousin? And

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