His Strict Requirement: Billionaire Secrets - Book Five Read Online Free

usually considered them to be nothing more than a nuisance to be eliminated while the real business of making money or getting laid was being conducted. He had to admit though, that there was something infectious about this little girl's curiosity as to everything on the plane and in the sky.
    She was just like him when he had been about that age; full of questions and excited about everything that went up in the air.
    Maybe not all kids were such pesky little rug rats after all.
    He looked at her auntie again and felt his pants begin to stretch.
    The little girl might be a cute kid, but she was still a speed-bump on the straight road leading into her auntie's bedroom and she would have to be 'neutralized' with toys, activities, whatever it took to get her out of the way when the time came.
    "She is one hell of a little lady." He said.
    "She sure is." Lindsay flashed a smile at the him. Hardnosed investigative journalist or not her head was still spinning from the events of the last three days. Not to mention the growing electricity she was feeling between her and the gorgeous hunk of a man in front of her. It was almost too good to be true except that he was still 'story' not personal and it would have to stay that way. A good reporter gets inside the story, not inside the story's pants.
    She had had a chance to Google Ruben Mayweather and the Hargrave brothers in the airport hotel Dale had chosen for them in Pape'ete, French Polynesia. Despite her protests he had been inflexible and insisted they remain behind in safety while he, Ruben and his brother Clayton took care of 'business'. As far as she could tell they had hunted down Boyevik and were going to stage a rescue of the woman who had offered herself as a hostage, Ruben's love interest. It galled her to miss out the action but she had no choice.
    She had been left to conduct research on the maddeningly slow internet connection at the hotel. After several hours of watching pages download pixel by pixel on the screen all she had gleaned was that the Hargraves and Mayweather headed up security and technology related companies with many government defense contracts and that all three were incredibly, breathtakingly rich. Beyond that and a few gossip column write-ups, she hadn't been able to learn all that much.
    "So explain to me again what you two kids from DC were doing all the way out in Australia. Talk about the wrong place at the wrong time."
    Dale had started to ask questions since he had returned from the 'business' on one of the islands, that he refused to discuss. Lindsay was determined to keep things vague while extracting as much information from him as she possibly could.
    "I told you that already Dale, Nena's my niece and we were on vacation. If I didn’t know better I'd say you didn't believe me."
    "I'm sorry if I seem a little doubtful Lindsay, it's just that in my position I can't afford to be overly relaxed about the people I keep company with."
    "Keep company with? Is that what we're doing? I thought you were just giving us a ride home."
    "It's a ride home on my personal transport from the South Pacific to Washington DC, don’t you think that kind of service deserves a little honesty?" He looked at her with the stare he reserved for rival company CEOs. Grown men and women had been known to wilt visibly under that gaze - even Ruben and Clay knew enough to respect that look.
    He waited for her to fold.
    Lindsay gazed back at him and took a leisurely deep breath. She might have the appearance of a scatter brained college freshman but she had already earned her stripes as an investigative journalist interviewing high level politicians, diplomats and powerful underworld crime bosses - this full of himself billionaire pretty boy wasn't going to faze her in the least. She let him stare a few seconds more and then broke off the contest of wills with a giggle.
    It was her secret weapon. The ultimate defusing of this inane alpha male, top dog battle of wills