The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 2 (The Corskovi Dynasty) by Ann King

Chapter 1

 
    Holy crap!
    Who the hell has
me under surveillance? And why?
    Hannah Steeles felt her head spin.
She felt disturbing quakes in her serenity. Her heart hammered hard and fierce
in her chest. Her stomach squeezed so hard, she thought she would throw up any
moment now. And it wasn’t because of the champagne she’d ingested on a
near-empty stomach earlier.
    She’d just had one of the most intimate sexual experiences
with hot, sexy Andre Corskovi —and it was all
captured on secret wireless video cameras.  
    She watched in horror as Andre picked up the clock radio by
the bedside and pulled it apart with a concealed Swiss army knife he fetched
from his pocket, using it as a screwdriver.
    “What are you doing?” Hannah asked rhetorically.
    Andre said nothing for a moment. His deadly expression spoke
volumes as he retrieved a tiny little device which looked like a micro video recorder.
    Inside
the radio, too? Where else will he find bugs?
    “Andre,” Hannah’s voice raised an octave. She could not
stand this anymore. “Will you tell me what’s going on?” She felt as if her
heart would smash against her ribcage by the force of the beats.
    Andre leaned back on the counter, his head tilted up
slightly and his jaw tightened. “Hannah, this whole God dammed room is riddled
with covert surveillance devices and spy cams and I’m going to find every
fucking one of them…”
    “Andre, how do you know this?”
    Andre reached over for his cell phone on the table which was flashing a little amber– colored light. She’d never seen that on a smart phone
before. It was weird.
    “This isn’t just any smart phone, Hannah. A man in my
position can’t be too careful with his potential enemies.”
    “Potential enemies?” None of this was making sense to
Hannah. She hugged herself and hunched her shoulders again, knowing full well, Andre
did not like when she did this. But she needed to comfort herself!
    “I have a sweeper built in that searches for RF signals.”
    “What are RF signals?”
    “Radio frequencies. Often when I go into a confidential
client meeting, it’s common that some competitors will have bugs in the
boardrooms to eaves drop on secret strategies.”
    “Holy shit! People do that? Isn’t that illegal?”
    For the first time in a while, Andre’s sexy lips curled at
the corner into a smooth grin. Okay, so he found Hannah’s silly questions
amusing. At least that eased the tension slightly.
    “Yes, Hannah! I own a surveillance company.”
    “You do? I thought you specialized in real estate, Andre.
God, what else are you hiding from me?”
    “Listen, I don’t have time to explain right now, but I’ve
managed to disable a few of the signals. Hans will be here soon.”
    “Why Hans? Will he be taking us away from here?”
    “Yes, but Hans works for me in many capacities. I hired him
for a reason but I’m not going to get into that here,” Andre spoke in a soft,
low voice. Hannah could sense that he was keeping his anger under control.
    “By the way,” Andre continued, “just so that you know, if
you are in a room that is bugged, it’s better to move around and speak in a low
voice so that it’s difficult to be picked up word for word. Detectives hate
that.”
    “Oh, so that’s why you often speak in a low voice. I still
don’t get it,” Hannah plumped herself on the sofa in the suite. “Why do
companies do shit like this? Invasion of privacy should be illegal everywhere.”
    “You’d be surprised, Hanna.” Andre offered Hannah a glass of
water from the bar in the room and took one for himself .
“My company works mostly for businesses that place their staff under
surveillance without their knowledge to catch fraud and theft.”
    “What?” Hannah almost choked on her water. “Why? Isn’t that
creepy?”
    “Well if you had people in your employ that had access to
classified material or top secret documents, you’d want to make sure they
weren’t spying for your