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  “But it is,” she said miserably. “First I spilled coffee on it. Then I wasn’t paying attention where I was walking. I was too busy looking at my phone to get directions to a cleaner... My phone!”

  Looking around wildly, she saw it had been crushed beneath the back wheel of his car. Going to it, she lifted its crumpled form into her hands. Tears rose in her eyes as she looked at its shattered face, now crushed into unrecognizable metal.

  She wouldn’t let herself cry. She couldn’t.

  Then just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, the gray clouds burst above them, and it started to rain.

  It was too much. She felt cold raindrops pummeling her messed-up hair and chilled, bruised body. It was the final straw. Against her will, she started to laugh.

  Kassius Black looked at her like she was crazy. “What’s so funny?”

  “I’ll definitely lose my job for this,” she gasped, hardly able to breathe for laughing.

  “And you’re happy about it?”

  “No,” she said, wiping her eyes. “Without my job, my family won’t be able to pay rent next month or my dad pay for his medications. It’s not funny at all.”

  Kassius’s eyes turned cool. “I’m sorry.”

  “Me, too,” she replied, thinking what a strange conversation this was to have with the ninth-richest man in the world. Or was it the tenth?

  A car honked, and she jumped. They both turned to look. The crowds of people around them had already started to disperse now it was clear she wasn’t going to bleed out and die on the street. But his car was still holding up traffic. The drivers of the similarly expensive cars lined up behind it were starting to get annoyed.

  Kassius’s jaw clenched as he made a rude gesture to them then turned back to her. “If you’re not hurt and don’t want to see a doctor—” he watched her carefully “—then I guess I will be on my way.”

  “’Bye,” Laney said, still mourning her broken phone. “Thanks for not killing me.”

  Turning away from him, she dropped the fragments of metal in a corner trash can. Slinging the ruined fur over her shoulder, Laney started to walk desolately down the sidewalk in the pouring rain. She’d go back to the Hôtel de Carillon and ask Jacques if he knew a fur cleaner that could perform magic. Oh, who was she kidding? Magic? He’d need to turn back time.

  She felt someone grab her arm. Looking up in surprise, she saw Kassius, his handsome face grim. He said through gritted teeth, “All right, how much do you want?”

  “How much of what?”

  “Just get in my car.”

  “I don’t need a ride—I’m just going back to the Hôtel de Carillon.”

  “To do what?”

  “Give my boss her fur back and let her yell at me and then fire me.”

  “Sounds like fun.” Lifting a dark eyebrow, he ground out, “Look. It’s obvious you threw yourself in front of my car for a reason. I don’t know why you’re not doing the obvious thing and immediately asking for money, but whatever your game is—”

  “There’s no game!”

  “I can solve your problem. About the coat.”

  Laney sucked in her breath. “You know how to get it fixed? In time for the ball tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  “I would be so grateful!”

  His voice was curt. “Get in.”

  By this time, the cars behind them weren’t just honking, but the drivers were yelling impolite suggestions.

  Kassius held open the passenger door, and she climbed in, still clinging to the ruined, muddy, ripped fur coat. He climbed into the driver’s seat beside her, and without bothering to respond to the furious drivers behind them, he drove off with a low roar of his sleek car’s powerful engine.

  She glanced at him as they drove. “Where are we going?”

  “It’s not far.”

  “My grandma would yell at me if she knew I’d gotten in a car with a stranger,” she said lightly. But part of her was already wondering if she should have refused his offer. The fact that he drove an expensive car didn’t mean he could be trusted—in fact, in her admittedly limited experience, it generally meant the opposite.

  “We’re not strangers. You know my name.”

  “Mr. Black—”

  “Call me Kassius.” He gave her a dark sideways glance. “Though I don’t think Mimi ever introduced us.”

  “All right. Kassius.” The name moved deliciously on her tongue. She licked her lips. “I’m Laney. Laney May Henry.”

  “American?”

  “From New Orleans.”

  His sudden look was so sharp and searching that it bewildered her. She wasn’t accustomed to being noticed by men, and especially not a man like him. She felt Kassius Black’s attention all the way to her toes.

  Her boss had said the man was inscrutable, that he had ice water in his veins. Why was he bothering to help her?

  But she needed his help too badly to ask questions right now. “Thank you for helping me. You’re being very kind.”

  “I’m not kind,” he said in a low voice. He looked at her. “But don’t worry. You won’t lose your job.”

  Her heart lifted to her throat. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had helped her. Generally she was the one who was responsible for everyone and everything.

  “Thank you,” she repeated, her voice cracking slightly as she looked out the window, blinking rapidly.

  Monaco was a small principality, only two square kilometers, pressed against the Mediterranean Sea on one side, surrounded by France on the other. But as the country had no income tax, wealthy people from all over the world had flocked to become citizens, so it was said that a third of the population were now millionaires. It was famous for its nineteenth-century grand casino, its elegant society and the Grand Prix held every year on the notoriously winding streets.

  “I don’t see how this can possibly be made perfect again,” she said sadly, looking at the ragtag coat in her arms. She looked at him. “Maybe you could come back with me to her suite and explain what happened? If you put in a good word, then the comtesse wouldn’t fire me.”

  His voice was cool as he focused on the road. “Mimi and I are business acquaintances, nothing more. What makes you so sure I’d have influence on her?”

  “Aren’t you in love with her?” Laney blurted out.

  “In love!” His hands clenched on the steering wheel, causing the car to sway slightly on the road. Then he looked at her. “What gave you that idea?”

  Laney realized she’d gotten it by eavesdropping, and her cheeks went hot. She didn’t want to be indiscreet or spread rumors about her boss. Embarrassed, she shrugged, looking out at the pouring rain. “Most men seem to fall in love with her. I just assumed...”

  “You assumed wrong.” He pulled the car abruptly into a spot on the street and parked. “In fact, I’ve been accused of having no heart.”

  “That’s not true.” She smiled at him shyly. “You must have one. Why else would you be helping me?”

  He gave her a darkly inscrutable glance. Without answer, he turned off the engine and got out of the car.

  Laney’s heart pounded as he swiftly strode around the front of the car. He was very tall, at least a foot taller than her, and probably a hundred pounds heavier—a hundred pounds of pure lean muscle. But in spite of his muscle, he moved with almost feline grace beneath his sleek dark suit. Opening her door, he held out his hand.

  She stared at it in consternation, wondering if she dared to put her hand in his when it had caused such a powerful reaction in her before.

  “Fur?” He said impatiently.

  Oh. Blushing, she handed it out to him. He threw the coat casually over his shoulder. It seemed small compared to him. He reached out his hand again. “You.”

  For a moment Laney hesitated. She was afraid to make a fool of herself, and the chance seemed high. When she was nervous, she always blurted out stupid things, and Kassius Black made her very nervous.

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midly placed her hand in his and let him help her out. The warmth and strength of his larger hand against hers did all kinds of strange things to her insides. Dropping his hand quickly, she looked up at the Beaux Arts–style building with a frown. “This doesn’t look like a dry cleaner’s.”

  “It’s not. Follow me.”

  She followed him through the doors of a very elegant designer boutique. He handed the old fur to the first salesgirl he saw standing inside. “Here. Get rid of this.”

  “Of course, sir,” she replied serenely.

  “Get rid of it? What are you doing?” Laney cried. “We can’t throw it away!”

  But he was looking at the beautiful, well-dressed salesgirl. “Get us a new coat just like it.”

  “What?” said Laney.

  “Of course, sir,” the girl repeated calmly, and Laney had the sense that her courteous response would have been the same to the request of any wealthy customer, whether it involved tossing a candy wrapper or disposing of a dead body. “We do have one very similar from the same line. The cost is fifty thousand euros.”

  Laney nearly staggered to her knees, but Kassius didn’t blink.

  “We’ll take it to go.”

  Ten minutes later, he was driving her back to the Hôtel de Carillon with the elegantly wrapped new ermine tucked in the trunk, which was confusingly in the front of the car, not the back. Rich people always did some things a little differently, she thought.

  But there were some things they did the same.

  “There’s only one reason you’d blow all that money on a coat,” Laney informed him as he drove. “Admit it. You’re wildly in love with the comtesse.”

  Kassius glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “I didn’t do it for her.” He gave her a sudden grin. “I did it for you.”

  “Me?”

  “You know who I am and the resources I have. And yet you haven’t tried to take advantage of the fact that I hit you with my car. You should be claiming whiplash, spinal injury, threatening to sue. That’s what I assumed you were after when you flung yourself in front of my car.”

  “I didn’t fling myself anywhere,” she protested.

  His dark eyes seemed to trace over her petite, curvaceous body, as if imagining her without her button-up white shirt and khakis. As she blushed, his eyes met hers coolly. “You could be lawyered up, demanding millions.”

  Millions? That thought hadn’t even occurred to Laney. That kind of fortune could have completely changed her life—and more importantly, her family’s.

  But...

  “That wouldn’t be right,” she said slowly. “I mean, it wasn’t your fault I fell into the street. You did everything you could not to hit me. Your quick reflexes saved my life.”

  “So if I offered you a million euros right now to sign some kind of legal release attesting to that, you would sign it?”

  “No,” she said, sadly, cursing her own morals.

  His cruelly sensual mouth curved up cynically. “I see—”

  “I would sign it for free.”

  He looked startled. “What?”

  “My grandma raised me to tell the truth and not take advantage. Just because you’re rich doesn’t make me a thief.”

  Kassius gave a low laugh as he took a tight left turn. “Your grandmother sounds like a remarkable woman.”

  “She is.” She smiled. “A true Southern lady.”

  Kassius stared at her for a moment, and his dark eyes glimmered in the fading gray twilight.

  His car pulled up in front of the grand entrance of the Hôtel de Carillon. But as he turned off the car engine, she saw something in his face that twisted her heart.

  Without thinking, she timidly touched his shoulder. She immediately regretted it as she felt the hard muscle beneath his sleek black jacket. Her hand fell away, but she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “Why do you look like that?”

  His dark eyes met hers. “Like what?”

  She wondered if he’d felt the same sizzle of energy she had when they touched. No. Of course not, that was ridiculous. He was interested only in her employer, who was beautiful, aristocratic and glamorous— everything that she, Laney, was not.

  She took a deep breath. “You look...sad.”

  Kassius stared at her for a long moment. Then he gave her an abrupt, hard smile. “Billionaires don’t get sad. We get even.” He turned away. “Come on. I’ll save you from Mimi.”

  Her own car door suddenly opened. Jacques, the doorman, looked completely and utterly astonished to find her returning to the building in a sports car. He said, “Mademoiselle Laney?”

  “Oh, hello,” she said with an awkward laugh and—she feared—a guilty expression. “Um. Monsieur Black was kind enough to offer me a ride in the rain.”

  Jacques looked even more shocked when he saw Kassius, who handed him keys and what looked like a very large tip with a murmured, “Merci,” before he retrieved the carefully wrapped brand-new fur from the front of the car, then walked with her into the lavish lobby.

  “Tell me,” Kassius said casually as they walked, “What do you think of Mimi? Is she a good employer?”

  Laney bit her lip, struggling for words. “I’m grateful for the job,” she said finally, with complete honesty. “She pays a generous salary, and I’m supporting family back home. Thank you for helping me keep it.”

  But she felt a little less happy about that prospect from the moment she got back into the comtesse’s suite.

  “Laney! You lazy girl! What took you so long? You wouldn’t even answer your phone,” her boss said accusingly the moment she walked in. “You took so long that I was actually forced to get my own coffee. I had to call room service myself. Myself!”

  “I’m sorry,” Laney stammered. “I was in an accident, and my phone was—”

  “Why do I even bother to pay you, you useless—”

  Then Mimi saw Kassius enter the suite behind Laney, and her jaw dropped. Her friend Araminta, lounging on the sofa by the windows, smoking and thumbing idly through a Paris Match, was so shocked her cigarette fell from her mouth.

  Both women instantly rose to their feet, tossing their long hair and tilting their hips.

  “Kassius!” Mimi cooed, smiling as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. “I didn’t realize you were coming for a visit.”

  “I wasn’t. I ran into your assistant on the street.”

  He winked at Laney, who blushed.

  “What do you mean?” The comtesse looked between them, clearly unwilling to be left out of any private joke. Kassius looked irritated.

  “I ran into her with my car,” he said bluntly.

  She whirled on Laney.

  “Stupid girl, why did you run out in front of Mr. Black’s car?”

  Kassius choked out a cough. “It was my fault entirely.” He placed the black zipper bag from the expensive furrier into her arms. “Here. To replace your coat that was ruined in the accident.”

  Zipping it open, Mimi gasped. “A new fur! I take it back, Laney,” she said sweetly. “You can let Mr. Black hit you with his car any time he wants.”

  And Laney didn’t think her boss was joking, either.

  Mimi’s red lips lifted in a flirtatious smile as she stepped closer to Kassius. “Buying me a new fur coat before we’ve even gone on our first date? You really know how to please a woman.”

  “Do you think so?” Kassius glanced sideways at Laney. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been inspired to pursue anyone.”

  Laney’s heart pounded strangely. He couldn’t be talking about her—could he? No, of course not. It was her boss he wanted, with all her blonde, slender, wickedly fashionable glory. Not Laney, dumpy, plain, ordinary. And clumsy—so clumsy!

  “Just wait until you see me at the ball tonight.” Mimi preened. “You’ll be inspired to try a few other things to get my attention, maybe like...” Leaning up on her tiptoes, she whispered something in his ear. His expression was unreadable as he drew back from her.


  “What an...intriguing thought.” He looked around at the three women. “So I will see you tonight?” His gaze paused on Laney. “All of you?”

  “Of course Laney’s going,” the comtesse said. “I need her there holding my handbag with my lipstick and safety pins in case my dress breaks...it’s tight and mini and held together by tiny straps.” She giggled. “You’ll die.”

  Kassius turned to Laney gravely. “Are you, also, planning to wear such a dress?”

  Laney blushed in confusion. “I...that is...”

  “Laney?” Her boss laughed. “She’ll be wearing a uniform, like the other servants. That’s right and proper. Isn’t it, Araminta?”

  “Right and proper,” her friend agreed, lighting a fresh cigarette.

  “You should go, Kassius.” Mimi waved her hand airily. “Let us get ready for the ball. Laney has a lot to do...”

  Kassius turned the full force of his dark gaze on her. “I wondered if you would do me a small favor.”

  “Anything,” she breathed.

  Kassius glanced back at Laney. “Laney wouldn’t go to a hospital, but she should at least rest. She hit her head. I’m concerned about her. She’s seemed a little...out of it.”

  “Laney’s always out of it,” Mimi replied irritably, and in this case, Laney privately agreed, though it hadn’t been the car accident that had made her brain freeze and her body extra clumsy with sensual awareness. It was Kassius. She’d never had any man affect her like this. Or look at her the way he’d looked at her.

  “Do me a favor. Give her the next hour or two off to recuperate.”

  “But I need her to—” But beneath the force of his gaze, her boss sighed grumpily. “All right. Fine.”

  “Thank you.” His gaze went over all of them but seemed to linger on Laney. Then he tipped his head. “Ladies.”

  The comtesse and Araminta beamed at him as he turned and left through the door. Then her boss’s smile dropped.

  “All right, Laney. I don’t know what you did to get his attention—his pity—but you truly embarrassed yourself, pushing yourself forward! So tacky!”

  “So tacky,” Araminta agreed.

  “Now go steam my dress.”

  Without the electric distraction of Kassius beside her, with his powerful body towering over her and his dark sensual gaze, Laney suddenly realized she did have a seriously pounding headache. “But you said I could rest a bit—”