Billionaire's Runaway Princess by Mia Caldwell

I wanted to invest in, but it appears they don’t have the goods to make a purchase worthwhile.”
    “What company is that?”
    “Dalaysia Mining. The government of Kreigov optioned all the stores of Dalaysia’s indium oxide in a new trade agreement.”
    “You’ll have to tell me. Why is indium oxide so important?”
    “It’s important to my company because it’s an ingredient key in making touchscreens, which is one thing KelTech, my company, makes. It’s rare and expensive, and Dalaysia’s supplies have been nearly tapped out, but my people have been working on ways to mine and extract the ore in places that were deemed too expensive to mine in the past. I was going to buy the shares of Dalaysia Mining to assure a supply of it for my company.”
    “You’re talking about a hostile takeover?”
    “Not so much hostile. I wouldn’t want day-to-day control of the mines, because I know nothing about it, but with new sources of the ore, such a sale would have improved my stock and Dalaysia Mining’s. As it is now, Kriegov will drain the mines dry and all Dalaysia Mining will get out of it is cash—which I suppose motivates some people, but that country’s problems run deep, and the trade agreement isn’t enough to pull Dalaysia out of its troubles. At most, it forestalls an economic collapse for five years.”
    Marisol chewed her inner lip while listening to Ryan’s assessment of her father’s negotiation. If Ryan was right, her father had made an agreement out of desperation to keep ahead of imminent ruin.
    And she part of that deal. Anger flared at the Vattakovs for taking advantage of her country’s precarious economic condition.
    “You seem to know a lot about a tiny country,” said Marisol.
    “I like geography and became fascinated with the little countries in Europe,” he said. His ears were tipped red again.
    “Geography,” said Marisol, not quite believing his story.
    “My teenage obsession helped me understand different parts of the world,” he said. “Because of that, I’ve been able to position my company to be in the top five of the world’s producers of touchscreens.” Ryan turned his blue eyes on her. “But what about you? Did you have any teenage obsessions?”
    Marisol shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t have time for any. I was busy with school and uh, the family business.”
    “The family business,” he said with a smile. “And what would that be?”
    She looked into Ryan’s warm eyes as he searched hers. He wanted to find out more about her, that much she was sure of. There was something there in his blue orbs that seemed like longing. Marisol licked her lips, gazing at this incredibly sexy man. Heat rushed through her as she became incredibly aware of how close he was to her. She searched his face and saw his kindness and generosity and her heart melted. Without taking time to think she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
    The first contact of hers against his sent heat through her body and she moved closer pressing her body against his. The taste of him overwhelmed her and her heart thudded against her chest. Ryan responded tasting her lips with hungry nips. His tongue pressed forward and she opened her mouth needing everything her. She had never felt such delicious pleasure at kissing another and couldn’t help but feel a burning need to get even closer to him.
    His tongue slid against hers claiming her mouth and her only thought was that she needed more from him.
    Ryan cupped her breast in his head running his thumb over her nipple which became hard and sending waves of heat through her. She felt as lit up as Christmas tree and burning ten times as hot.
    Suddenly Ryan pulled away. He was breathing hard as one hand held the back of her neck.
    “We shouldn’t do this,” he said.
    Marisol sat back feeling stung by his rejection. Tears gathered in her eyes but she stood up quickly.
    “Of course,” she said turning her head away.
    “Marisol,” said Ryan.