Stolen: Meant To Be (Contemporary Billionaire Romance) by Holly Rayner Page B

founded by two very different men, coming together to fulfill the dream that each of these men had for a legacy that would last generations. To Morgan & Hunter Inc.” Seth raised his glass and there were “here-here’s” all around. Then everyone drank and clapped and Seth said, “If you’ll allow me one more?” The audience answered in the affirmative and he held his glass in my direction and said, “To my beautiful fiancé and co-CEO. I’m so happy that she came into all of our lives.” I felt my face color, uncomfortable with the attention, but grateful to Seth for his acknowledgement. By the time he came back over, the dancing had begun and our table partners had gone out to the dance floor. Seth looked around one more time before sitting down.
     
    “Very nice job co-CEO,” I told him.
     
    He smiled, “I prefer co- fiancé,” he said.
     
    “Me too. I’m sorry that your father’s not here,” I told him.
     
    “Yeah, so am I. I had hoped… but that’s okay. You and I are here together and everyone seems to be having a great time. I’d be having a better time if you would dance with me though.”
     
    “I was waiting for you to ask me,” I said.
     
    “Since when do you wait to be asked to do anything? My baby does what she wants,” he said.
     
    “I can’t even deny that’s true,” I said, smiling. “Your baby wants to dance… with you.”
     
    He stood up and with a very gentleman-like bow at the waist he said, “May I have his dance?”
     
    “Why of course, sir,” I told him, playing the southern belle. He took my hand to his lips, kissed it and then escorted me out to the dance floor. There were six or seven other couples already there, but they gladly stepped aside to make room for us. Seth put one strong arm around my waist and took my right hand in his as the music began. It had been a long time since I danced like this, but as I held onto him and he led us in beautiful waltz, it felt like my feet weren’t even touching the floor as Seth held onto me and I rested one hand on his shoulder while the fingers of my other hand intertwined with his. I felt like we were gliding about the dancefloor as the band played a soft melody and Seth hummed in my ear. “This reminds me, you never played the piano for me the night we had dinner.”
     
    “I didn’t? I seem to remember making beautiful music with you.”
     
    I laughed, “Yes, you did. It just wasn’t on the piano.”
     
    “You want to do it on the piano?”
     
    I smacked him on the shoulder and he laughed. “I will play for you the first chance we get to be alone together. I’m really not good in front of an audience.”
     
    “Okay, but no distracting me with your muscles and pretty smile and getting out of it this time.”
     
    “I’ll try to keep them in check,” he said. As the dance came to an end, he tipped his face down towards mine and let his lips hover just above my own. He was so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath. I felt his tongue snake out and swipe across my bottom lip and then for the sake of the crowd, he gave me a sweet, soft kiss that left us both wanting more. He took my hand to lead me off the dancefloor and then he stopped so suddenly that I bumped into him from behind.
     
    “What is it?”
     
    “My father is here.”
     
    “Really? Where is he?”
     
    “He’s talking to Bob and Russell, see him over there?”
     
    I looked where Seth indicated. “Oh yeah. He looks nice.”
     
    “He usually always looks nice,” Seth said. “Let’s see if he has an attitude to match his “nice” looks tonight.” He grasped my hand again and we walked towards him. We were about two feet away from him when he looked up.
     
    “Hi Dad,” Seth said when James looked at us. He looked at his son, then at me, then down at my left hand.
    When he looked back at Seth he said, “Hello Son, nice party.”
     
    Seth looked at Russell who must have gotten the hint or felt the tension. He