The Billionaire’s Naive Mistress

Alejandro Perez climbed out of his Lamborghini , a heavy- duty vehicle armoured with reinforced panels and bulletproof glass, built to withstand a bomb explosion. The heat outside was relentless. His sunglasses protected his beautiful eyes from the bright Venezuelan sunlight, he ignored the constant complaints of the English assistant sent to greet him at the airport. While he understood the man’s tension he was also irritated by it.Alejandro had not experienced an easy childhood . He had known loathing, rage and bitterness, but fear no longer had the power to hold him. His relentless rise to power and influence had featured in hundreds of magazines and newspaper features, but his birth and childhood had always been a secret to the public. When he was eighteen he had been told the truth about his roots. Any future ambition he had died that same day when his chosen career had become a complete impossibility. With every successive year that had passed since then, he had grown tougher

With a basket of flowers in her arm, Selena hurried down the muddy lane in pursuit of the two little boys. Thrilled by the growling noises she was making in her role as a pursuing bear, Billy and Bob were in fits of giggles. With her dog, Bruno, a tiny barrel-shaped mongrel, hard on their heels and barking like mad, they made a noisy trio. The insistent ring of a mobile phone sliced through the laughter. Selena fell still and with a guilty air of reluctance dug the item out of her pocket.‘Bet it’s the Evil Witch again,’ Billy forecast gloomily.‘Shush...’ Selena urged in dismay, wishing the children’s mother were more careful about what she said in front of her sons because the little boys didn’t miss a trick.‘I heard Mummy tell Daddy that you’ll never get a man with the Evil Witch around. Do you need one?’ Bob asked earnestly.‘Of course she does...she needs a man to have babies and change the light bulbs,’ Billy told his little brother with immense superiority.‘Is that the child

An image of the stranger’s handsome, bronzed face swam before Selena afresh, along with the extraordinary impact of those dark, deep-set eyes against the fantastic symmetry of his hard bone structure. A soft gurgle of laughter was reluctantly dragged from her. So, she was female, human, and she had noticed a breathtakingly gorgeous guy. Not her type, though. He had been altogether too arrogant and slick to appeal to her. She liked open, friendly men with a creative bent. Add in tobacco brown hair and laughing green eyes, she reflected abstractedly, and she would be describing her likeness of the perfect man.Fifty breathless minutes later, Selena returned Billy and Bob to their mother, who had a prenatal appointment to attend at the hospital. She knew Joyce Miller well; the two women had worked together at the nursery for over a year.“Come in for a while,” the heavily pregnant redhead urged. “I’ll make you a cup of tea.”“Sorry, I can’t,” Selena declined.Joy gave her a wry appraisa

Alejandro accepted a black coffee, but ignored the erotic invitation in the PA’s admiring gaze and the manner in which she contrived to bend low enough to show off her cleavage. Where was her respect? If she had been on his personal staff she would have been history. He didn’t like sex in the office. It was a distraction and he disliked distractions. Women were wonderful...outside working hours, at a convenient time of his choosing. He let nothing get in the way of business or profit.He stood by the window that overlooked the ground- floor reception area of Vento Leather’s premises and listened to his executives uneasily discussing ideas to regenerate the company with the former owner, Miller. Occasionally Alejandro spoke up to beat down the more unrealistic suggestions. This was the smallest company he had taken over in a decade. It was a challenge for his staff to think small enough to suit the project, particularly when this latest acquisition had a big black hole in its accounts.

Selena surveyed him with as much unrestrained amazement as she would have shown a zebra that suddenly appeared out of nowhere to walk across the office. She had always had a problem seeing herself as a sexual being. The passes that came her way were usually pretty half-hearted because she was much better at being sympathetic and sensible than sexy. That a guy of such immense wealth and supposed sophistication should target her as if she were a provocative Manikin struck her as unbelievable.‘Is this some kind of a joke?’ she asked tensely. ‘I don’t do jokes.’Selena studied him, poised there so straight and tall in his sharply tailored black designer business suit. He was devastatingly handsome but she crushed that thought as soon as it entered her mind. ‘But are you really suggesting that if I sleep with you you might reconsider prosecuting my father?’‘Yes.’ Alejandro made that confirmation.Selena was stunned by that unhesitating agreement. ‘But that’s morally wrong.’‘We’re consen