The Italian Proposal. Maisey Yates
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Two Italian billionaires in one volume—for the first time!—by USA TODAY bestselling author Maisey Yates.
His Virgin Acquisition
When Elaine Chapman gives her presentation to Marco De Luca she thinks she can be cool and collected. She’s wrong! The fierce tycoon can see straight through her shapeless suit and get right under her skin. Suddenly she’s not so confident in her proposal of marriage as the perfect business arrangement. Especially when Marco makes it clear he wants a wife by his side day…and night!
Her Little White Lie
Paige Harper and her boss, Dante Romani, lead completely separate lives. So when she tells the adoption agency a lie about her relationship to him, she never imagines he’ll find out. But with the headlines announcing their engagement, Dante demands they turn fiction into fact…including where they spend their nights!
THE BILLIONAIRES COLLECTION
High-powered negotiations, exotic locales and lavish parties…marriages of convenience, surprise pregnancies and undeniable passions. This 2-in-1 collection will take you into the luxurious world of the rich and powerful, where all that you could ever desire is at your fingertips.…
But for these irresistible tycoons, the thing they want the most is the thing they’ll have to work the hardest to attain.… Because the stakes are never higher for these passionate, jet-setting men than when they’re fighting for the affection of the women they love.
The Italian Proposal
His Virgin Acquisition
Her Little White Lie
Maisey Yates
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CONTENTS
His Virgin Acquisition
Maisey Yates
To the MH mavens, my dear sisters.
Thanks for your insight, your support, and most of all your friendship.
And to my husband, Haven.
Without you I wouldn’t know what romance is.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
“I THINK THE NUMBERS speak for themselves. Marriage is definitely the most profitable course of action.”
It seemed Elaine Chapman had finally come to the end of her lengthy presentation.
Marco De Luca scanned the expanse of his office, looking for hidden cameras or some other sign that she was here on assignment from a reality show. There was no way she could be serious.
He didn’t spot a blinking camera light anywhere, nor did he detect an ounce of insincerity in her tone. He stopped his search and locked his eyes onto her determined face. She was serious. Although why that should come as a shock he wasn’t sure. Ms. Chapman was known for using whatever means necessary to get ahead. Including her body.
Marco’s gaze swept her up and down. “Marriage? To you?”
Elaine’s face heated at the incredulous note in his voice. She knew she wasn’t exactly Miss New York. Clearly Marco did too, as she seemed to recall reading somewhere that he’d once dated Miss New York, but she wasn’t that bad.
“Of what benefit could that possibly be to me?”
He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, delineating muscles that weren’t at all concealed by his tame button-up dress shirt. She forced her eyes back to his face. Who cared about his muscles? So he had them? Men did, after all. She did not need this distraction right now, or ever.
“Didn’t you pay attention to the chart?” She held up the colored graph for his further inspection.
“I heard what you said. But none of it was worth hearing. I’ve allowed you to waste twenty minutes of my valuable time, time that you couldn’t begin to afford to reimburse me for, and the business proposal you were supposed to come here and offer me turns out to be a marriage proposal? You’re lucky I haven’t called Security.”
He studied the tired, bleak-looking woman standing in front of him. He had only seen her on a few occasions, and even then it had been from a distance, but every time, even at formal charity balls, she had been in some variation of a black or navy blue pantsuit, her blond hair scraped back into a tight, unforgiving bun.
She was one of those women. The kind who seemed to think that they had to look like a man in order to compete in the business world. The sort of woman who took great care to disguise every trace of femininity she possessed. And this one did a particularly