The Billionaire's Paradise

Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 by Victoria Davies. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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ISBN 978-1-64063-130-4

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition August 2017

To my wonderful Maui-Family. Even with an ocean between us I’ve never doubted your love and support. This one’s for you.

Chapter One

She’s arrived?

Hayden Wexton stood in his penthouse, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window. The glass reflected his image like a dark mirror, and he could see the satisfied smile curling his own lips.

She just checked in, sir, the voice on the other end of the phone said. We’ve put Ms. Clarke in one of our best rooms, as per your request.

So, she’d actually gone through with the job. He’d had his doubts.

Prepare my suite, he said. I’ll see you soon.

Disconnecting the call, he tucked his phone back into the inner pocket of his suit. Flicking a tiny speck off his Armani jacket, he gazed back out at the window. Anticipation coursed through him. Avery Clarke was a difficult woman to corner. With the world as her playground she was nearly as elusive as he was. For weeks, he’d been trying to track her down. He’d used all his usual tricks—offers of exotic getaway weekends, the sparkling allure of gemstones, even staid invitations to dinners.

She turned him down every time.

You’re really going?

He glanced back at his guest. Wyatt lounged on his leather sofa, a tumbler of fine scotch resting forgotten in his hand.

I said I was. This can’t be a surprise, Hayden replied, moving away from the window.

I don’t know, his friend replied. After all, the two of you only spent one night together. I honestly thought you’d tire of your chase before it got to the point of air travel. Your liaisons don’t usually have such long lasting consequences.

The man wasn’t wrong. Hayden wasn’t the sort to chase after anyone. He didn’t need to. A half smile and an extended hand were usually all it took to secure a bedmate for the night. And in the morning, it was always him walking away without a backward glance.

Except Avery had slipped from his arms like a ghost in the night. The knowledge that he’d somehow been found wanting in her eyes….grated.

I doubt I’ll be gone long, he said, reaching for his own drink. You have all my contact details if you need me.

Wyatt snorted. Yes, because you’ve never disappeared at a moment’s notice before. However will I run your empire without you?

Hayden lifted his glass in a silent salute. Wyatt was the answer to all of his problems. Since he’d taken over the vice president position, Hayden had been freed from the chains of the day-to-day operations of the company. For the first time in over a decade, he’d had the luxury to actually enjoy the wealth he’d amassed. And enjoy it he did.

She’s not going to be pleased to see you.

You don’t know that, he replied.

Avery Clarke is smart, savvy, and sexy as hell. I’ve worked with her for years whenever we needed to hire a hotel consultant, while you barely noticed her presence. Trust me, if she wanted more from you she’d have replied to any one of your numerous offers.

He frowned at Wyatt. It wasn’t like the other man to try and interfere with his pursuits outside the office.

Ah, but she hasn’t seen me face to face since the Christmas gala. You know how persuasive I can be.

Wyatt nodded. That’s true. I turned down this job a half dozen times before you roped me into it.

And what did I do?

Badgered me until I accepted. My fortune and I thank you for the persistence, he replied, raising his glass.

What can I say? I’m a man who knows what he wants.

And right now, your flavor of the month is a woman who has made us millions in the past. I’d be a terrible business counsel if I didn’t point out your ill-fated romance could have financial repercussions for us if she refuses to work for Wexton Hotels again.

Hayden waved away the words. You worry too much.

You don’t worry enough.

He arched a brow. This is just a little seduction in a luxurious island paradise. No one is going to get hurt.

Wyatt shook his head. Just try not to get us sued for sexual harassment.

He tossed his friend a dirty look. Ha ha.

Mark my words, Wyatt said. This will end poorly for you. I don’t even know why you are so set on winning this woman. She’s not your usual type.

Sensible words. The world was endless, after all. There was no shortage of beautiful women to rotate through his life. It would take no effort at all to fall back into his old habits and spend the week sailing the Mediterranean with a gaggle of models. It wasn’t like him to think twice about a woman who’d turned him down.

Except when he fell asleep at night, he couldn’t shake the memory of Avery arching under him, of her hands gliding down his chest, or the way she cried out against his ear when her body climaxed under his touch.

No, one night hadn’t been enough. He was nowhere near done with the elusive Ms. Clarke.

All he needed to do was convince her of that fact, and they could embark on the affair they should have had from the start. He had no doubt it would burn hot and fast but that was just his speed. A few weeks and the woman would be out of his mind for good.

Provided he could catch her first.

Have you booked the private jet?

It’s on standby, Wyatt said. If you have the bad sense to go, a fully stocked jet is yours to command.

Then I’m off to paradise.

Wyatt shook his head. Just don’t fall off the map completely. Every now and then I actually need you to do your job.

Sounds tedious.

Says the billionaire hotel mogul.

You should loosen up sometime, Wyatt. You might find you have a taste for adventure.

And then who would there be to grow Wexton Hotels? he pointed out. Besides, you have enough fun for the both of us.

It’s a difficult cross to bear. He downed the last of his scotch before setting the glass aside. His suitcase waited by the door, ready for the trip he was itching to start.

I’ll leave matters in your capable hands, he said.

Wyatt waved him off. I’ll show myself out once I’ve finished your excellent scotch.

Admit it—half the reason you finally took the job was the unlimited access to my liquor cabinet.

Your taste for extravagance is rubbing off on me. Now go get shot down so you can come back to work.

What an appealing plan, he said drily, tossing a long trench coat over his shoulders and grabbing his bag. I’ll see you soon, Wyatt.

Good luck, his friend replied with an airy wave.

Hayden strode from the penthouse with a smile on his lips. He didn’t need luck.

He just needed Avery.

Chapter Two

The surf tickled her toes.

Avery shielded her eyes, staring down the pristine beach. Palm trees waved gently in the warm breeze, and the sound of the ocean filled her ears. Last night she’d slept with the door to her balcony wide open so she’d hear the waves. This morning she’d taken her complimentary breakfast on that same terrace, soaking in the sun reflecting off the sapphire ocean.

Sometimes, my job just plain rocks.

Sure, she’d been hired to consult on a Wexton hotel that was losing money, a task that would likely prove a headache, but she got to do it on this little slice of heaven floating in the Pacific. There were definitely perks to choosing her own contracts.

Rolling up her linen pants, she’d waded through the shallows and scrunched the sand between her toes. When was the last time she’d taken a break like this?

Never. It’s always work, work, work.

Not that she was complaining. She liked keeping busy, being the master of her own schedule. It kept her mind occupied. What would she do with a week or two off? Sit alone in her city condo binge watching TV shows? Or worse, suffer through endless dinners with her parents, listening to her only two living relatives drop hint after hint about extending their family line.

She reached down, fishing a shell from the water. No, she thought, examining her find, it was better to book job after job. The world was too big to stay in one place for long. It was the motto by which she’d lived her life. Well, for the past two years, at least.

A flick of her wrist sent the rejected shell sailing through the air before it vanished into the waves. Tipping her face up to the sun, she closed her eyes with a sigh. Right now, she wasn’t feeling the usual pull to schedule every second of the day. Maybe she’d delay her start date and spend a week lounging by the pool. The thought of a romance novel in one hand and a margarita in the other was more than a little appealing.

Except I signed a contract.

Which meant she was currently on the clock and had better spend more time earning her keep and less time daydreaming about trading in her briefcase for a surfboard and spending the rest of her years chasing the perfect wave.

Of course, she’d need to learn to surf first, but that was a challenge she wouldn’t mind accepting.

Come on, Clarke, she said to herself. Stop procrastinating.

Forcing her body to move, she left the warm ocean waters with reluctance. What sort of boss would she be if she played hooky on the first day of the job?

A nicely tanned one.

She shook her head at the thought. There’d be time to lounge on the beach later, she’d make sure of it.

Resolved, she started the walk back up to the main hotel. Around her, happy families raced for the water, already in their swimsuits. Though she routinely stayed in the most beautiful hotels in the world, she couldn’t remember the last time her bikini had made it out of her travel bags. That sad fact needed to be rectified immediately.

Reaching the paved walkway leading back to the lobby, she dusted the sand off her toes and slipped her heels back on. It seemed unnatural to wear such footwear with the sound of the ocean in her ears but she had an image to uphold. When the hotel elite hired Clarke Associates, they got the best, even in climates more suited to flip-flops than stilettos.

Eyes on the prize. Occupancy rates were down, and she needed to figure out why.

Air conditioning washed over her as she navigated her way into the hotel, banishing the tropical humidity that was making her curse her decision to wear long pants. Maybe there was time for a quick change before the manager meeting she’d scheduled.

Avery.

She waved to her assistant, changing course to meet the other woman waiting for her in the lobby, a portfolio of notes already in her hands.

Good morning, Karen, she said when she reached her friend.

Morning, Karen replied, her unruly blonde curls bouncing around her face. Are you ready for our first meeting?

Yep. With the managers, right?

One is out sick, but I scheduled the rest.

Thanks for putting that together so fast. She examined her assistant before teasing, Though, I think you missed the memo on business causal.

The petite woman sported sandals and a floral printed sundress that made Avery suspect her friend was a far smarter packer than she was.

Aren’t you hilarious, she said, rolling her eyes. I’ve got a jacket I’ll throw on. We are in a tropical climate and I’ve no intention of melting into a puddle on our first day.

True enough. Show me those notes, will you? I need to check the—

The words froze in her throat as her gaze zeroed in on the man standing at the reception desk, his back to her.

Karen followed her gaze and inhaled. Is that who I think it is? she breathed.

He was out of place in his black tailored suit as families in tie-dye prints raced around him. Golden hair was slicked back, but one wayward curl would invariably be teasing his forehead. She’d often watched him brush it back with a casual hand, barely noticing its presence.

Just like he’d barely noticed her. Until the night of the gala, at least.

He stood with the causal confidence of one used to being surrounded by the trappings of wealth. She wondered if he even saw the beauty of the lobby around him, with its imported marble, towering ceilings, and modern design aesthetics. No doubt he’d hand selected the architect who had put it together.

He said something that caused the pretty girl at the front desk to laugh, and Avery couldn’t help the frown that crossed her face. She’d learned first-hand how charming he could be.

Charming enough for her to forget the steadfast rules that governed her life.

She’d stepped back, intent on escaping the lobby before he saw her, when he turned.

A crystal-blue gaze met hers, rooting her in place.

Hayden.

Her stomach clenched as the world seemed to narrow down to only him. She’d wondered what it would be like to see him again. In fact, she’d half convinced herself their heated night had been a fluke that didn’t bear thinking about.

Well, she was sure as hell thinking about it now.

Those incredible eyes moved over her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, and the appreciation she saw shining from them warmed her in a way that had nothing to do with the tropical climate.

Leaving his bags by reception, he strode forward without taking his eyes from hers.

Run, her mind urged.

Stay, her body purred.

Not that she was one to flee a confrontation. She’d stared down scarier men than Hayden Wexton. Of course, those men hadn’t seen her stark naked, but still.

Fighting back the butterflies, she waited for him to close the distance between them.

Avery, he said, stopping before her.

She did her best not to shiver as the sound of his voice rolled over her—the same voice that haunted her dreams, whisperings naughty words in her ear as his skin pressed against hers.

It’s been too long. He brushed his lips lightly against her cheek in greeting.

Don’t lean in, she cautioned herself even as her traitorous body was more than willing to enjoy his touch.

Mr. Wexton. She greeted him, striving to pull her professional persona around her like armor.

There was no missing the amusement in his expressive eyes. I think we’re well beyond the need for formality.

You’re my boss, she pointed out.

A slow smile