Billionaire's Bounty (Plus Size Loving) BBW Erotic Romance by Adriana Hunter Page B

her office, and she was only just
realizing that they’d taken a wrong turn.
    “Oh, I forgot
to mention it, ma’am, but I’m supposed to take you to the Marquis instead;
there’ll be a lunch meeting instead.”
    “I see,”
Miranda said, sitting back with a slight frown as she recognised the name of
the high-end restaurant. But then she shrugged. One couldn’t really be
surprised at these top-playing businessmen. It was best to just flow along with
their whims. If she would have to give her presentation over the lunch table,
then so be it.
    In barely ten
minutes, she was at the restaurant. She walked into the elegant interior, and
was met by the headwaiter who proceeded to lead her to
her table. She had a courteous smile on her face, her hand gripping tighter on
her case as she mentally schooled herself for what lay ahead. She reached the
table, and saw a devastatingly familiar figure rising as she appeared.
    “Jude,” she
gasped, standing stock still as her eyes locked with his calm gaze. “What’s
going on?” And then realization dawned, making her jaw clench. “Don’t tell
me...you’re the Bretton Group.”
    “I am now,"
he murmured. "Please, sit down. I want you to at least hear me out."
    "I don't
think that's wise, do you?" She asked with dripping sarcasm. "Because
the last time I did that, look what happened."
    "Miranda,
please." He held her gaze with compelling warmth. "I promise, this
time, no games, no tricks. I just want to talk."
    Reluctantly,
she sank into a chair, and saw him signal for the waiter. Scowling, she told
him, "Look, Jude, I'm five seconds from walking out of here, so..."
    "Okay,
I'll make it quick," he said drily, holding up his hands. "I found
out the Bretton Group were interested in handling your interests?” he said with
a calm tone, indicating the chair across from him.
    “We both know
what happened the last time I did that, now don’t we?” she said ironically, and
felt his gaze hold hers compellingly.
    “This time, no
games, Miranda. No tricks up my sleeve. I just want to talk.”
    She sighed
angrily, sinking into the chair. “I just don’t understand. Why are you here? I
was supposed to meet with the people from Bretton. Don’t tell me you own that
too?”
    “As of
oh...last week, I did,” he said mildly. “I found out you’d been angling for a
deal with them. It was a simple matter to take over their subsidiaries.”
    She was staring
at him in confusion. “You mean , you took over the
company? Just to get to me?” She shook her head, amazed. “Will you stop at
nothing? Do you think you can buy your way through everything? Even me?”
    “I’m only
interested in helping, Miranda. You sent back the papers in shreds. I felt like
I still had a promise to fulfil –”
    “Well, you’ve
been officially freed from that promise,” she gritted out. “Damn you, Jude.
Jeffrey was right; dignity is far more important. If you think I need your pity
or charity...”
    “Not pity,
Miranda, and certainly not charity,” he said his tone as light as ever. “You
came here to make a presentation; Bretton were already interested in taking up
your portfolio. So in essence, you’ll be doing the same thing: getting
financed, working to get back on track – just that you’ll be doing it
with me.”
    She stared at
him with furious eyes. “Now why the hell would I want to do that?”
    “Because I’m
the best at what I do. And because in less than six months, I can guarantee
you’ll be able to legitimately take back control of your company.”
    “I feel like
I’m having a bad case of déjà vu,” she said mockingly, her head on one side.
“You offer to help me in some way, and then I have to ask what I need to do in
return. Right?”
    His eyes held
no expression, though she dearly wished she could guess what he was thinking.
She just never seemed to be able to tell. “I told you, Miranda – no
tricks. I just...I’m thinking this may be my chance to make