Lion of Caledonia: International Billionaires VII: The Scots Read Online Free Page A

she could sit down and tap on the computer’s keys.
    The man grunted in apparent appeasement and strode to the wall of African masks.
    Instead of staring at him, she stared at the computer.
    It was old. Plus, the word processing software he had loaded on the thing appeared to be a version she’d used in her university studies more than four years ago.
    Taking a breath in, she let it out slowly.
    She honestly didn’t know if she’d be able to do this. She wouldn’t be able to stop the tape and go through the words to make sure they were correct. She wouldn’t be able to go back through a particular section if she got confused. Keeping up with a dictating dictator, who already exhibited an impatient anger, might make her freeze in dismay or even worse, bring on one of her attacks.
    “Are ye ready to begin?”
    She had no choice.
    “Yes.” Her voice quivered at the end before trailing off. The difference between his rich, rumbling growl and her timid, tiny answer made her flinch inside.
    Where had her hard-won confidence gone?
    From the corner of her eye, she saw him swing his body around in another one of his fluid, animalistic turns. Before she could suck in a breath, he began to pace back and forth from one window bay to another.
    Her hands stilled on the keyboard, ready for…
    A heavy silence fell in the huge room, broken only by the thrashing of the wind outside and the crackle of a low flame in the fireplace.
    The silence continued.
    Jen kept her focus on her breathing.
    “They call me the Dragon of Waverly and I take the title seriously.”
    Jumping in her seat, her fingers fluttered on the keys.
    “I would advise anyone to take the title seriously as well. I didn’t burn a thousand dreams and char a thousand hearts without knowing and relishing what that meant for my future reputation.”
    All she could take in was the way the words rolled off his tongue in a vivid, fierce stream of emotion.
    Silence fell again, and she found herself gazing in dumb fascination at her employer.
    His predator eyes gleamed with frustration. “Did ye get that?”
    What she got was this man was lethal in so many ways she couldn’t count. Lethal in his keen intelligence. Lethal in his physicality. And now, lethal in his talent.
    “Ye didn’t.” Striding to the front of the desk, he leaned over to stare at her empty screen, his hand wrenching though his hair as if ready to pull the mess out. “Did ye?”
    “No, I’m sorry.” Her breath caught in a familiar knot in her throat.
    “Ye don’t understand.” He leaned in farther, his eyes glowing with the hot heat of inspiration, and the smell of him enveloped her in its crisp, deep scent. “Every word is precious. Ye have to get every word.”
    “Okay.” Her shaking hands hovered on the keys. “Start again.”
    A low rumble of irritation came from across the desk. “Usually I can’t remember what I say.”
    Sod it. Had she already ruined her chances at finding the ring before she’d typed one word? “I’m sorry—”
    “But I’ve had the beginning of the story in my head for a while.” He paced back to the African masks. “I’ll say them again. This time don’t miss one word.”
    “Right. I won’t.”
    She hoped.
    The rich roll of the words streamed from him like he held a river of legends inside him, just waiting for a chance to flood out. She focused on keeping up with him and before long, she found herself enraptured with the world he created with only words. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, catching each sentence and word and vowel.
    “That’s enough for today.”
    She typed what he said onto the manuscript before realizing they didn’t fit his story. Jen glanced over.
    Cameron Steward stood in the hazy light of the window bay, exactly as he had when she entered the room hours ago. His hair still bristled around his head like a mane of a wild man. His shoulders hunched as he gazed towards the loch.
    “You’ll have the rest of the day off.”