Free Billionaire's Pursuit of Love: Destiny Romance by Jennifer St George

battle, and get me the best family lawyer in the country. Have him call me this afternoon.’
    Henry stood. ‘No problem.’
    Blake walked the investigator to the lifts, making sure Henry got a good look at Sarah and Daniel on his way past the boardroom.
    ‘Obviously, she can’t know,’ Blake said, holding the lift doors. An uncomfortable sensation of guilt nudged his conscience, but he pushed it aside. He’d have worked with Sarah to move forward on the Daniel issue, but she’d erased any possibility of cooperation with her absconding stunt. No, now she’d be treated like any other competitor – ruthlessly.
    ‘There won’t be a trace,’ Henry said. ‘I’ll have a report in,’ he paused, ‘a week.’
    ‘Excellent.’
    Blake left his investigator and made his way down to the boardroom. Sarah’s voice floated out the open door. ‘. . . So we’ll have to stay in London a little longer. Hopefully, I’ll have the ticket problems all sorted in a few days.’
    ‘I don’t mind if we stay longer,’ Daniel said.
    Blake knew it was probably the excitement of London, but hearing those words flow from his son’s mouth quickened his pulse. Daniel wanted to stay. In Blake’s house. With him.
    ‘I know, darling,’ Sarah continued, ‘but I’m worried about the Sanctuary. They’re two hands down without us. You know how sick Sultan is.’
    Sultan. Who the hell is Sultan?
Blake looked through the glass into the room. Daniel sat close to his mother.
    ‘Don’t worry, Mum, it’ll be okay. We’ll work it out. We always do.’
    Blake walked back to his office. That monkey centre had a hold over both of them; one he was determined to break.
    ‘Daniel’s asleep.’
    Sarah walked into Blake’s penthouse living room. Blake sat casually on the couch, work papers in hand.
    ‘Excellent.’ Blake put aside the papers and stood.
    Damn. The man could rock a T-shirt and jeans better than James Dean. Her eyes swept quickly over every inch of his body. She remembered when they’d been skin to skin. She diverted her attention to the night-time view of London to distract herself from her X-rated thoughts.
    Dancing lights surrounded the dark void of Hyde Park. The traffic glowed like a luminous snake down the wide streets. The thick glass prevented any urban sounds from invading the space. So different to home, where the nights were so black and the jungle noises wild.
    ‘Drink?’ Blake asked, crossing to the well-stocked bar.
    ‘No thanks,’ she said, keeping her eyes on the view and her mind well away from naked nights.
    The clink of glasses sounded behind her. Blake came over and held out a crystal tumbler.
    ‘Gin and tonic, if I’m not mistaken?’
    He remembered?
She took the drink, but the cool glass did nothing to quell the slow luscious burn in her stomach. Being alone with Blake was a complete cookbook of danger.
    ‘Thanks,’ she said, not giving him any credit for his impressive memory.
    He sipped his drink. She couldn’t help breathing deeply of the intoxicating smell of freshly showered man and whisky.
    ‘I can’t keep you locked up in my boardroom while we sort this out,’ he said.
    ‘Oh, I don’t know. I’d give you a gold star in kidnapping.’
    ‘You only have yourself to blame for that.’
    She wanted to argue, but what was the point? She had no money, no power and no way of escape.
    ‘So? What’s your plan? Turn on the TV and chain us both to the sofa each morning before you leave? Leave milk and cookies just out of our reach to add to our torment?’
    He tilted his head to the side as if to consider her proposal. Infuriating, impossible man.
    ‘An attractive suggestion, but no.’ He took her hand and led her to the sofa. ‘I have a proposition for you,’ he said, sitting down next to her.
    Sarah’s eyes widened. He thought . . . ‘I’m not going to sleep with you.’
    Blake’s eyebrow arched higher than the Sydney Harbour Bridge. His amused smile turned