Page 4 of Undercover Billionaire

The world seemingly moved in slow motion, as the massive tree fell, down, down, down. The car was slowing, but was it enough? With a thunderous boom, the tree crashed into the ground…. just missing him.

Cameron eased his foot back onto the accelerator. He had to find shelter, and he had to find it now. Even a stranger's house couldn't be more dangerous than nature’s fury. Of course, his third degree black belt could help just in case he picked the one mass murderer on the road. As if by fate’s mercy, a light sparkled in the distance. The car slowly rumbled its way to the sanctuary.

The Candy Cane Bakery and Confectionary.A frivolous moniker, but somehow fitting for the town of Green-whatever-the-second-part-of-the-name-is. Cloaked in darkness, the store sat deserted, but a light shone from a window up above. A spiral staircase led to an apartment over the shop.

Cameron didn’t hesitate before turning into the narrow driveway. He had no choice, not unless he preferred to camp in a ditch. He maneuvered the car through a shallow river of mud to what was hopefully a parking space next to an older Toyota. His tires sputtered and protested, seemingly breathing a deep sigh of relief when he turned off the ignition. Of course, he didn't have an umbrella, so on the count of three, he used all his strength to push the door open against the howling wind.

Outside the world thundered like a runaway train, a sea of darkness illuminated by flashes of brilliant electricity. Icy rain pelted his skin, burning his eyes and soaking his clothing. Cameron sprinted through the torrential rain to the staircase, as wind, leaves and branches swirled around him. His $1,500 A. Testoni shoes sank into the mud, and water pelted a Rolex that cost ten times more. He clutched the slippery side rail as he hiked up the stairs two at a time, making it to the front door in thirty seconds flat.

He had no idea of what to expect from the owner of a store calledThe Candy Cane, as he rang the doorbell. It might take some of his best lawyer skills to convince him – or her – to let him in. That was okay – he was used to convincing people to do what he wanted.

After all, he was always in control.

Ear-splitting ringing shook the world,jerking Kaitlyn to consciousness. She shot up, tangled in a sea of blankets, as the terrible intrusion splintered the air once more. Outside, the storm raged, the rain beating a rapid drum, set to the heavy bass of thunder. She scanned the space, yet all was calm and peaceful in the small living room, the air cool, the book still opened to where she’d stopped the night below. As the fogginess lifted, her heart slowed. The "terrible ringing" was nothing more than the doorbell, a jolting yet innocuous interruption to slumber.

Then she froze, relief vanishing like the morning fog. Who would visit at such an hour, through a raging tempest? It could only be one person:

The actor.

She hastily tumbled out of her makeshift bed, nearly falling to the floor in her rush. She still wore her work clothes, but they could no longer claim professional savvy after being slept in on a less-than-spacious sofa. Smoothing herself out as best she could, she strode to the door. How had the actor made it? How had he driven through the horrible weather? How had the plane even landed?

The details didn't matter now. Kaitlyn unlocked the first bolt, but then hesitated. Although his identity was obvious, a single woman living alone must be cautious. "Who’s there?"

The man responded just as booming thunder rocked the wooden building to its frame. Beneath the incessant rumbling, she caught only part of a name – Drake, maybe – and the word "Association." But that was enough. Who else from the Actors Association would call on the eve of a virtual typhoon? She fortified herself, unlocked the door and flung it open.

Whether or not she erred in opening the door, she most certainly miscalculated in opening it wide. A fierce wind instantly grabbed hold of it, slamming the light wood panel against the building with a splintering bang. Kaitlyn grabbed for the knob, yet it slipped in her hand as the tempest bested her in a game of tug-o-war. The rain stung her like a thousand bees, soaking her instantly. Water swept into the apartment, carried on the arms of a strong, unrelenting gale.

The man stood like a ghostly apparition, a shadowy warrior illuminated by electrifying bolts of lightning. Taut limbs froze, and she could do nothing but stare at the two fearsome displays of nature – the raging storm and the man whose power rivalled it. Then with almost superhuman speed, he burst into the apartment, moving into her once private safe haven. He grabbed the door and slammed it shut, as if the wind were no more than a gentle breeze. For the first time, he was clearly visible.

Oh. My. Goodness.

This had to be a mistake. A very big, very muscular, very powerful mistake. This man – no, this giant – could absolutely, positively, 150 billion percentnotbe her new boyfriend. Power radiated from well-built muscles, unrelenting strength focused like a laser beam on her. Oh-pleasedonotletthisbehim-no.

Domineering and powerful, he towered above her. Not merely tall, he boasted the body of a Medieval warrior, defined by a broad chest, strong arms and a domineering stance. His face held as strong definition as his body, with a chiseled jawline and striking features that brought to life the most handsome male she had ever seen. With deep auburn hair and eyes as green as a cat, he possessed a fierce presence few could match.

This man fit her description perfectly?! Anything but small, he would most certainly never accept the word weak as a description, neither physically nor mentally. And with no time to hire another actor, she had no choice but to pretend to love this man, this warrior who would stay with her in the apartment tonight... alone. Taking a deep breath, she gave the only appropriate response:

"Oh crap."

Chapter 2

"Oh crap is absolutely right!" The stranger's eyes blazed golden in emerald depths. "Were you waiting for me to get blown away by the wind or struck by lightning? Perhaps both?” He shook out his jacket, clearly incensed.

He was accusing her of what?Kaitlyn stared. A second later she pulled herself together, channeling shock and fury into pure feminine power. Apparently, this man held not only physical power, but possessed a fiery personality to match. Where was her timid, mild-mannered kitten? Where was the man who would do everything she paid him to do without a problem? This... this Neanderthal was certainly not him.

"Hey, what did you call me?"

Oops, had she said that out loud? Well, too bad. He might be strong and aggressive, but she cowered before no man. Time for heremployeeto learn a few company rules.

"Now wait just a minute!" Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared directly at him. Well, directly at a broad chest straining an expensive suit. She looked up and up and up. That's better – his face. "I’m the one who should be upset! I gave a very specific description of what I wanted in a man, and you're not even close to what I ordered. And about the door, well I tried to close it, but it wouldn’t budge, so it’s not my fault you got a little wet. You should be thankful I let you in after waiting all night!" She gave a curt nod and awaited his reply.

Did a shadow of confusion cross the man’s face? If so, a cool demeanor quickly replaced it, and even more unexpectedly, relaxed into what could only be described as a warm yet weary smile. The transformation was nothing short of astonishing, turning the cool, unbreakable giant into an almost friendly gentleman. Of course, no man that handsome could ever be trusted.

"You’re right." His tone was more amicable, but no less powerful. "I shouldn’t be berating you, especially not in your own home. I was merely frustrated by the weather. Now about you expecting me..."

"Yes, I’ve been waiting for you all night, and don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you made it." Kaitlyn softened her voice, even attempted a smile. If he made the effort to play nice, so could she. "It’s just I was expecting someone different. I..." Another shrilling noise pierced the air, and she jumped. Her guest was completely unaffected, however, his suave smile in place as he nodded toward the phone. She answered it without taking her eyes off him. "Hello?"

"Ms. Owens, I’m so glad I caught you. This is the receptionist from the Actors Association."

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