Billionaire's Contract Engagement / Money Man's Fiancée Negotiation by Maya Banks Page A

nose and grinned ruefully.
    â€œBusted.”
    He chuckled. “I like an honest woman.”
    It was then she realized that they were already in the air. Wow, she really must have been intensely lost in thought to have missed the takeoff.
    â€œRelax. There’ll be plenty of time to discuss business during our stay. Let’s begin the trip by enjoying the short flight.”
    Either she was exceedingly transparent or he’d just anticipated her jumping into things right away. Either way, she was perfectly willing to delay their discussion until she felt a little more on equal footing. Sitting here in such close proximity on his jet, drinking his wine … it was more than a little overwhelming.
    His hand remained on hers, his thumb sliding idly overher knuckles in a soothing pattern. She liked it. She liked it too much.
    Survive, Celia. Survive this weekend. Be a professional. After this weekend you’ll only have to see him in a business environment.
    She swallowed and let calm descend. There was no way she’d screw this opportunity up just because she couldn’t get all her girly hormones in check.
    The flight went quickly, and oddly, after the first awkward moments, Celia sat back and enjoyed the casual conversation with Evan. William had kept a steady presence to refill their wineglasses and offer a variety of finger foods. By the time they landed at the Airport in the Sky, Celia was limber and completely relaxed. Probably due to the wine.
    They were met by a hotel representative and were quickly whisked into a waiting shuttle. It only took a few minutes to arrive at the gorgeous beachfront resort. It was so beautiful, it took her breath away.
    The sunset over the water gave the place a decidedly romantic feel, but then they were here for a wedding, so Celia supposed it was only appropriate that romance positively danced on the air.
    Evan escorted Celia through the glass doors into the lobby. A bellhop followed behind with a rolling cart that held their luggage.
    â€œWait right here,” Evan murmured. “Take a seat if you like. I’ll get our room keys so we can go up.”
    Before he could go, a feminine voice rent the air.
    â€œEvan! Oh, Evan, you’re here!”
    Evan stiffened against Celia. He went positively rigid, and Celia could swear she heard him curse under his breath. Celia turned in the direction of the call and saw a regally dressed older woman hurrying across the lobby, her heels tapping delicately on the polished floor.
    Behind her, a grim faced older gentleman flanked by ayounger woman and a man who looked slightly younger than Evan, walked slower but with no less purpose in Evan’s direction.
    To her surprise, Evan took her left hand in his and held it close to his side. He fumbled with her fingers even as he looked up with a welcoming smile. It looked completely forced to Celia, but the woman didn’t seem put off.
    The woman threw her arms around Evan, and still, he didn’t let go of Celia’s hand. He returned her embrace with his free arm and said, “Hello, Mom. I told you I was coming.”
    â€œI know, but after Bettina told me she’d been to see you and when she told me that …”
    She broke off and looked curiously at Celia, whose hand was still securely held in Evan’s.
    Then his mom looked back at Bettina, confusion clear in her eyes.
    â€œBut my dear, you told me that Evan wasn’t seeing anyone, that he just told me that to ease my concern.”
    â€œDid she?” Evan asked in an even tone. He pinned Bettina with a stare that would have had Celia fidgeting.
    His mom nudged him impatiently. “Well, introduce us, Evan.”
    â€œYes, do introduce us,” Bettina said in a chilly voice.
    About the time she felt Evan’s grip on her hand tighten and the cool metal slide over her finger, Celia regretted having agreed to come. She tried to look down, wondering what Evan had done to her finger, but