Billionaires: The Playboy

‘Abby, thanks,’ Pedro said. ‘This will really help with my training.’

‘Good.’

It seemed like an unnecessary luxury, but Abby knew that it wasn’t. The facilities in Dubai were stunning and she knew only too well that the other top teams would be utilizing them. Pedro would be out running in the midday heat. He would do everything he could to get his body prepared for the race and so it was very nice to be able to give him this.

Now she could concentrate on getting ready for today.

The shopping in Dubai was supposed to be amazing too but Abby really didn’t have the time or the inclination to explore. There were, though, some boutiques on the ground floor of the hotel and one had caught her eye when they checked in.

It wasn’t one of the famous international designers; instead it was a niche boutique from a local designer and tentatively Abby stepped inside.

The dresses were exquisite and, when the assistant found out where she was going today, she took Abby under her wing.

Abby had studied fashion for a year; she could mentally dress anyone so long as it wasn’t herself. Even though she had been pushed into it by her father, Abby had vaguely enjoyed it and knew what she liked—and understated was it!

‘This one,’ the assistant said, holding up a dress in pale coral. It was a very sheer fabric with a slip dress beneath and it was very feminine and floaty and really not the sort of thing Abby would choose.

‘What about this,’ Abby suggested and held up a similar dress in grey, but the assistant shook her head.

‘Try the coral one on.’

Oh, Abby hated this.

It felt as if she was dressing up for a family photo, she thought as she stepped into a large changing room. But reminding herself it was business, she put the dress on.

‘You look very elegant,’ the assistant said after she had asked Abby if she could see it on.

‘It’s a bit much.’ Abby shook her head, thinking of it with high heels, but the assistant was far more used to this type of thing and disappeared.

‘Try these,’ she said when she returned and handed Abby a pair of flat strappy sandals. They were thin jewelled straps and yet somehow very neutral, and when she tried them on the assistant was right—the dress looked more sophisticated than it would with high heels.

‘I like it,’ Abby admitted.

‘You need to get your hair smoothed out and then tied back,’ the assistant said and, remembering Matteo’s comments last night, Abby wondered if people in Dubai just spoke their mind.

‘I really don’t have time to get my hair done,’ Abby said, given that it was well after nine.

‘I can ring over to the salon,’ the assistant pushed, ‘if you are pressed for time.’

‘Sure.’ Abby gave a tight smile as she paid.

She then went into the hairdresser’s and had her hair smoothed and there she bought a lipstick that would go better with the dress.

Abby didn’t have time to be nervous; she was far too late for Matteo for that. But even so, she managed to be as she stepped into his hotel and saw him waiting in the foyer.

‘Wow!’ he said. ‘You’re worth the wait.’

Somehow he both welcomed her and told her off for keeping him waiting.

‘We need to get going,’ Matteo said.

He really had no idea of the effort she had gone to in order to get her looking like this and Abby kind of liked that about him.

Still, she wasn’t so much nervous as they walked to the car; rather she was incredibly aware, not of her unfamiliar attire, more of the man she was with.

Very, very aware.

That was the best way she could describe it.

She was aware of the dry warmth of his hand on her arm as he led her to the waiting car.

And aware of him as he stretched out beside her and then popped a couple of painkillers and took them without water.

‘Do you have a headache?’ Abby asked, guessing he must have hit the clubs after he had dropped her off last night.

‘My shoulder,’ Matteo said.

‘You should have worn the sling.’

‘I know.’ He just shrugged and obviously it hurt to do so because he winced, but then he turned the conversation to work as the car moved through the magnificent streets. ‘How’s Pedro?’

‘He’s being moved to a better suite as we speak,’ Abby said. ‘He’s much happier than he was this time yesterday.’

‘And if Pedro’s happy, we’re all happy.’

‘Thank you,’ Abby said. ‘Whether or not it makes a difference...’

‘Oh, it will make a difference,’ Matteo interrupted but then he saw the anxious dart of her eyes and guessed she was worrying what would happen if they didn’t place fifth. ‘Just enjoy the buildup to the race,’ Matteo said. ‘We’ll see what happens on race day and then we’ll speak after.’

The charity gala that his sister had organised was a huge event and must have taken a lot of work to plan.

There were beautiful people everywhere and no, Abby didn’t feel overdressed now; in fact, she was very relieved that she hadn’t gone for grey.

It was just such a beautiful summery day and they headed off to find his sister.

‘What’s she like?’ Abby asked.

‘Who, Allegra?’ Matteo checked and rolled his eyes. ‘She’s a goody-two-shoes. Don’t mention to her that I’ve hurt my shoulder.’

‘Why not?’

‘She’ll worry,’ Matteo said. ‘There she is.’

He called out and waved with his good arm, and an attractive woman came over and they greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek. ‘This is Abby,’ Matteo said. ‘My latest venture.’

‘Matteo,’ Allegra scolded.

‘Business venture.’ Matteo grinned. ‘How are you?’

‘Busy,’ Allegra admitted. ‘What have you done to your eye?’

‘I just knocked into a door.’

‘I don’t believe you for a moment,’ Allegra said. ‘And I can’t believe you’ve been here for more than a week and I haven’t seen you.’

‘Well, you had this to arrange.’

‘It’s been crazy...’ Allegra admitted but didn’t finish her sentence—someone was calling out to her and she gave Matteo and Abby an apologetic smile. ‘I really would love to stop and speak but I think it’s going to have to be later.’

‘Allegra,’ Matteo said. ‘I need to speak to you about Grandfather.’

‘Now?’

He nodded and Abby saw that his expression was completely serious. ‘He’s not doing too well.’

‘I know that,’ Allegra said. ‘Bianca and I have already spoken to him.’

‘I think you need to take some time and go and see him,’ Matteo said. Allegra closed her eyes and it was clear that she was upset.

‘I know he’s not well but...’

‘Come on,’ Matteo said to his sister and he took her by the elbow. ‘I won’t be a moment,’ he said to Abby as he led Allegra somewhere a little more private. Abby tried not to watch but she glanced over once and saw Allegra put her hand on Matteo’s shoulder and give it a squeeze.

His sore shoulder.

Oh, poor Matteo!

He didn’t wince; Matteo just took Allegra’s hand from his shoulder and gently let it go.

They were far from gushing with each other but Abby could tell, even from this distance, that they cared about what was being discussed.

It was so different from her family.

Annabel and Abby could go months without so much as a brief catch-up, and as for Abby and her father...

Maybe she should make the effort, Abby thought.

Yes, he had hurt her a lot when she had told him about Hunter’s attack but, trying to be fair to her father, though he hadn’t handled it well, maybe he had been grieving.

Never more than at that time had Abby wanted her mother, but she had been dead for three years by then.

Perhaps it was time to try and be family again?

She jumped a little as Matteo came back to her side.

‘Sorry about that,’ Matteo said. ‘Allegra already knows that my grandfather is ill but I don’t think she knew just how bad things have got.’

‘Is he very sick?’

Matteo nodded and for a moment, just a brief moment, he looked at Abby and wondered if he could tell her about the necklace and the real reason that he had made contact.

It almost felt as if he could.

But then he remembered the brittle woman he had met yesterday and decided that no, it was far too risky to chance it.

He was here for the team; he really was. There was no need to confuse things by bringing up the necklace just yet.

All that could wait.

‘Come on...’ Matteo said.

‘Where?’

‘To the sky.’

There were helicopter rides and he took her on one, and Abby, who apart from the racetrack had only seen one restaurant and one boutique during her time in Dubai, was treated to a bird’s-eye view.

Over the artificial Palm Islands they flew and Abby had never seen anything more stunning. And she also saw where Matteo had suggested they go to dinner. The city seemed to glitter gold and silver and they flew, too, over the racetrack where the first leg of the Henley Cup would be held.

This time next week, she’d be down there, Abby thought with a flurry of both nerves and excitement.

They stepped off the helicopter and Abby took a moment more than Matteo did to find her land legs.

‘It makes you dizzy, doesn’t it,’ Matteo said. ‘Let’s go and find something to eat.’

They didn’t have to look very far; there was plenty to choose from, and though they had lunch it was a quick one because, as Matteo leafed through a glossy program, he decided that he wanted to look at the racehorses that were being paraded.

‘Oh, look at that one...’ Abby said. It was a stunning, white, purebred Arabian stallion, so highly strung that he looked as if at any moment he might take off.

‘Bastard!’ Matteo said but didn’t get a chance to explain as someone tapped him on his shoulder.

The sore one.

‘Kedah!’ Matteo grinned as he turned around and saw who it was and he introduced them both. ‘Abby, this is Kedah. We studied briefly together in New York.’

‘Until you dropped out.’

‘I’m still standing,’ Matteo said. ‘And this is Abby, owner and manager of the Boucher racing team.’

‘It is very nice to meet you,’ Sheikh Kedah said. He was incredibly handsome, Abby thought. He was beautifully presented, dressed in a robe of pale gold with a keffiyah tied and skilfully draped but he had that same wild gleam in his eye as Matteo and they made an extremely good-looking pair. Abby could only imagine the sort of trouble these two got into. ‘Your driver did well here last year. Fifth, if I remember rightly?’

Abby nodded, surprised that he knew and pleasantly surprised also that Kedah didn’t mention that, after that race, Pedro had gone on to place nowhere.

Kedah turned to Matteo. ‘How is the shoulder?’

‘Still sore.’ Matteo smiled. ‘Black and blue...’

‘The doctor said you would bruise.’ Kedah nodded. ‘So do you still want him even after he threw you?’

‘Absolutely,’ Matteo said and then looked back to the stallion. ‘Abby and I were just admiring him.’

At ten minutes to three, two thoughts hit and both unsettled her.

That the horse Matteo had fallen off was a thoroughbred racehorse. What the hell would have possessed him to be riding that?

But she couldn’t dwell on it because another thought was invading.

She wanted to see his shoulder.

Abby, who just pushed down all thoughts of sex, who actually felt sick at the thought of intimacy, suddenly wanted to go back to the hotel and peel off his shirt and touch that bruised skin.

With her mouth.

‘Are you okay?’ Matteo checked, picking up on the sudden tension in her.

‘Sorry?’

‘Kedah was just saying he’d love to come to the race...’

‘Oh!’

‘We’re not allowed to talk to Abby on race day though,’ Matteo warned him.

‘I’d love to be there,’ Kedah said to Abby and then addressed Matteo. ‘If the Boucher team make the podium, you get the horse,’ the sheikh said and they shook hands.

‘Do you bet on everything?’ Abby asked when Kedah had gone.

‘Not everything,’ Matteo said and then he met her eyes and again stopped what he was about to say.

He’d never have put money on enjoying today.

Usually, often, always, he’d be bored by now and would have run out of things to say.

Usually, often, always, he’d be glancing at his phone and wondering if they went back to the hotel now and slept together, then he could drop her back and hit the town with Kedah.

Usually, often, always, he’d have said hi to his sister, stayed for half an hour and then said goodbye.

Instead today felt like the best of days and there was but one reason why.

‘What the hell were you doing riding him?’ Abby asked, tearing her eyes from his gaze and looking back to the magnificent stallion. ‘Do you ride?’

‘Not really,’ Matteo admitted.

‘When you say “not really...”?’ Abby checked.

‘No.’

‘You could have been killed,’ Abby said and she was far from joking. This beast would test the limits of the most experienced rider. ‘Why would you take such a risk?’

‘Do you say the same to Pedro when he stands on the gas?’

‘Pedro’s skilled and trained,’ Abby retorted. ‘You’re a bit tall to be a jockey.’

Her cheeks were that lovely shade of turned-on pink, Matteo thought, and he was quite sure that it had nothing to do with the sun.

He wanted to turn her around and speak into her ear and put on a high voice, just to make her laugh as he told her what a fabulous jockey he was. And then Matteo wanted to be warned that public displays of affection could not happen here.

And then...

‘Come on,’ Matteo said. ‘The fashion show’s starting. You used...’ He faltered; it had been her father who had told him that she’d once studied fashion.

‘Used to what?’

‘I thought I read somewhere that you used to study fashion?’

‘I did,’ Abby said. ‘Where did you hear that?’

‘I can’t remember.’ Matteo shrugged. ‘I must have come across it when I was researching the team.’

He’d lied.

Matteo sat there beside her and he knew he’d lied, only not in the same way that he had to his sister—that had been about protecting Allegra, this had been about protecting himself.

It didn’t matter, Matteo told himself.

He and Abby weren’t going anywhere.

Even if they slept together, and from the heat between them that was becoming increasingly likely, he knew that they wouldn’t last.

Matteo meant it—he would never get close to another.

Abby didn’t notice the silence. It was actually so nice to be away from cars and she had never felt like that. Cars were both her work and her hobby but it was just nice to take a day off, but more than that, she knew it was because of Matteo.

They watched the fashion show and every second model who walked out onto the runway Matteo said, ‘You’d look good in that.’

And then out came the underwear and he made no comment.

Not one.

They were both trying so hard to behave and, for Abby, to even have to try to behave was a revelation.

Finally, with the fashion show over they decided to call it a day.

‘I just want to say goodbye to Allegra...’

‘Go,’ Abby said.

‘Thanks.’

He appreciated it.

She wasn’t needy and he liked that.

He liked her.

As they sat in the car on the way back to her hotel, he handed her his phone and Abby looked at a photo of the two of them, both laughing as they sat watching the fashion show.

Neither with a care in the world, it would seem.

Business or Romance? the headline said.

‘Oh, no,’ Abby wailed. ‘Why would they jump to that?’

‘Don’t worry about it.’ Matteo shrugged.

‘But we want them to think...’

‘Oh, they’ll be thinking,’ he said.

The car pulled up at her hotel and Abby wondered if he’d suggest dinner and she wondered if she might accept.

But Matteo, being Matteo, skipped entrée, main and dessert and, after such a lovely day, for him the ending was inevitable.

‘We could,’ Matteo said, ‘always go to mine.’

That delicious mouth moved in for the kill and what startled Abby the most was that she wanted to accept, to just close her eyes and give in to the bliss he offered, except she jerked her head back.

‘I’m assuming we’re not talking about the restaurant at your hotel?’

‘We’re not.’

For Matteo sex was as straightforward and as simple as that.

‘What happened to keeping it strictly business?’ Abby asked.

‘I can juggle both.’

He looked into green eyes that had been relaxed and smiling all day but now had turned to sleet.

‘I’ll see you on race day.’ Abby’s voice was tart—he could feel her anger and indignation emanating—and Matteo, who only ever played with the willing, leant back. ‘If you’re still interested, that is.’ She didn’t wait for the driver to open the door for her; instead she got out and slammed the door shut.

You’re not here to seduce, Matteo reminded himself as the driver took his rarely rejected passenger back to his hotel.

Matteo never misread signs.

Today the two of them had blasted a heat to rival a Dubai sun.

It was better this way, he conceded as he climbed out of the car and headed to his luxury suite.

If ever he’d been glad that he hadn’t told Abby about the origins of them, then it was now, because he was seriously interested in the Boucher team.

And, far more worryingly for Matteo, he was also seriously interested in Abby herself.

Which was, for a die-hard bachelor, very troubling indeed.

He was now terribly glad that Abby had said no.

CHAPTER FOUR

HOW HAD HE ever lived his life without this? Matteo wondered when racing day dawned.

It made the casino look like a playground.

The noise, the crowd, the scent, just the complete buzz was made all the better for having a stake in it, Matteo thought as he made his way to the Boucher shed.

He wondered as to his reception but soon found out he needn’t have.

It was quite refreshing to have no one remotely interested in him.

Pedro was playing video games and just blocking out everyone as he did what he had to do to get himself into the zone. Abby, dressed like some man in bottle-green trousers and top, with a baseball cap on, was doing some last-minute checks on the computer. The team were working on the car and Matteo knew when to stay back.

Of course she noticed him.

Abby had been wondering all week if she’d blown her chance with an amazing sponsor. Absolutely she knew she had been giving out mixed signals the entire time they spent together.

Matteo just didn’t need to know why.

Yes, it was a relief to see him and an even bigger relief when he left without demanding an update or even a minute of anyone’s time.

Matteo and Kedah went for lunch and then placed their bets. Matteo decided to bet on the Boucher team placing. But then, as the cars all took up their positions, and just before betting closed, just for the hell of it, Matteo placed a ridiculous amount on a win.

Dubai had turned it on and as the cars took off, the roar that went up combined with the engines and there was a new love in Matteo’s life.

Motor racing.

He looked to Abby; she was lost to him for the next couple of hours, her focus on the race, and Matteo was fine with that.

He’d apologise later, he decided, glad that she had drawn the line.

He could understand now her obsession with the sport. Neck and neck took on a whole new meaning when it went for two hours and Abby never broke her focus, not once.

They were going to place, Matteo thought as he glanced at the times and the top four came into the second-last lap.

Better than that, they might hit the podium.

Pedro overtook Evan just as they came into the final lap. The Boucher team was a split second behind Lachance. Pedro was biting at Hunter’s heels though, just waiting for that chance to take him.

And then, when Hunter refused to give him that chance, Pedro made his own.

Young, brave and foolish, at the final turn he took Hunter!

The roar from the Boucher team drowned the engines, and even Abby stopped working. There was nothing she could do from here except scream her lungs out.

Pedro gunned it.

He simply took the engine that she had designed, the car that she had built, the driver that she had nurtured and the team that should lose right into the history books, and Abby just stood there screaming as Pedro took her baby home.

They had won!

Not only that, Evan had overtaken Hunter, who had struggled to right his car from Pedro’s brave manoeuvre.

The noise was deafening but all Abby could hear was silence.

She was being thumped on the back, lifted up; she was screaming but she could not feel or hear a thing.

And then she saw Matteo, right there in front of her.

For the first time today, she properly saw him. He was wearing black jeans and a black shirt. Dark, dangerous and unshaven, the only safe thing about him was that those full blood-red lips were smiling.

At her.

‘You did it,’ he said, moving that final step into her space so that his voice was all she could hear.

Matteo didn’t even get what she had done—that she had finally beaten Hunter—but right now she didn’t even care about that.

‘I’m sorry about the other night,’ he said, his eyes intent on hers.

‘I am too,’ Abby admitted, to her own surprise.

Elation enabled honesty and with those words she admitted the truth she dared not, even to herself—she was sorry that she had said no.

And then there was no space between them. They were wrapped in each other’s arms and the mouth she had wanted from the night they had met was on hers, crushing hers. Had she imagined a kiss over the years it had always been a gentle one.

This was not that.

It was consuming, blatant and very fierce and, unthinking, her mouth opened in delicious reflex. His tongue was straight in, and yet she, too, sought his, like some exotic sword fight, where both were winners as they partook in the deepest, sexiest kiss.

God, he was shameless, Abby thought. He removed her cap and his hand pressed her head further in so she could feel the skin shredding on her jaw. Then he took the energy of their kiss and didn’t just sustain it; Matteo heightened it. He was hard and pressing into her and she could feel every delicious inch. His hands were now travelling down to her bottom and pulling her into him. Yet, rather than pull back, Abby was just as on fire and as sexed up as he.

And then they remembered the rules and pulled their mouths rather than their bodies back.

‘When we win...we kiss...’ Matteo said.

She could live with that.

They were breathing so hard just staring at each other.

‘When we place, we kiss,’ he said, kissing her cheek as if it were her mouth and that made her laugh. ‘And if we lose,’ he continued, making out with her ear, ‘then we have to commiserate...’

He was still hard and still there, nudging her stomach, and there was the beautiful absence of fear, even when he pulled back and looked right into her eyes.

‘What does it feel like to win?’ Matteo asked.

‘Better than sex,’ Abby said, no longer scared to throw a flirty line.

And she expected him to laugh or to haul her closer in for more of a feel of his erection but instead he looked deeper into her eyes.

‘Then someone hasn’t been doing you right,’ Matteo said.

He intended to remedy that later tonight.

CHAPTER FIVE

HUNTER SAW THEM.

He got out of his car and looked over and saw the woman he had left lying bruised and bleeding on a marble bathroom floor, and then pissed all over, now happy and free.