Seduced By the Playboy Heir

“I’m not crazy about working together either,” spat Luciana.

Matt looked up from his desk. The ingrained shadows circling his eyes and dark stubble shocked her. The sexy outdoors look that once melted her heart had been replaced by something dark and sinister. His clothes were crumpled and, if she hadn’t known better, she would have sworn he’d been sleeping rough. “Then you should never have come here,” he growled.

“But I did. And just because you grew up here doesn’t give you the right to talk to me like that.”

Matt’s shoulders rose and back straightened as incredulity spread over his face. For a brief a moment, he held his body rigid. He seemed to be deciding what to do. Finally, he crashed the lid down on his laptop. “Okay. I’ll be civil to you. I’ll work with you. But this is strictly business, and when it’s over, you leave.”

For Lucinda, Matt was the last person on earth anyone would want to work with. “Fine. But you don’t tell me where I live or when I go back to London.”

His knuckles whitened as he clenched his fist around the edge of the desk. “Then let’s get started.”