For cosmetics heiress Elisabeth Bach, finding the right man hasn’t been easy, especially when her father is bent on arranging her love life for his own twisted purposes. When she falls for fashion designer Jordan Carlisle, she knows she’s met The One, and she’ll do anything to keep their relationship secret from her father’s schemes.
Jordan Carlisle has been waiting a long time for a chance to date Elisabeth and he’s determined to make her his wife. Will a Valentine’s Day proposal be enough to keep her or will his checkered past destroy his future?
Jonathan Bach edged a hip onto the corner of her desk and unbuttoned his jacket. He touched the vase with an index finger and she tensed. Hopefully her father wouldn’t send the arrangement toppling to the floor. “I’ve been calling you for hours,” he said. “Where the hell have you been?”
“I wasn’t aware I needed to check my whereabouts with you. Did you want to discuss something in particular?” She matched her father’s strident tone.
He sniffed, and then snapped his fingers. Gregory handed him a thick folder. Elisabeth shook her head. Some things never changed. Gregory still did her father’s bidding.
“I have a business proposition for you.”
She folded her arms and looked from one man to the other. The vibe in the room had turned from controlled hostility to a predatory tension. This was not good. Foreboding slinked down her spine.
“I decline whatever offer you’re presenting, Father.”
“Oh, I think you’ll want to hear this one.”
Warning bells clanged and they had nothing to do with the lecherous sneer on Gregory’s face.
Elisabeth feigned impatience by glancing at her watch. “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes. I don’t want to be late.”
Jonathan thinned his lips and fixed her with a scathing stare. “Impertinence.”
“So I’ve been told. Now please leave.” She held the door open. No matter what she had to make her father think, she wanted him out of her office.
“You’re twenty-fifth birthday is in a few weeks.”
She resisted rolling her eyes. Not this old conversation again. How many times did she have to tell him she would never agree with any of his party arrangements? “We’ve discussed this before. I’ve already made plans.”
Like that was going to happen. This time she did roll her eyes. When would her father realize he no longer controlled every aspect of her life? Especially when it came to her birthday. The last thing she would do was cancel on her best friend. She hadn’t seen Leslie since her wedding last May. And when she moved to Europe with her husband, Elisabeth saw even less of her.
She walked to her desk and removed her purse from the bottom drawer. The activity allowed her to rein in her emotions while she breathed deep. If she lost control her father would win and she couldn’t have that.
After tucking a curl behind her ear, Elisabeth fished her keys from her purse. “Is that why you barged into my office and disrupted my workday?” She moved toward the door. “Really father, I’ve told you. Whatever scheme you have in mind, I want no part in it. I don’t think I can be any clearer. Now if you don’t mind, I’m due in a meeting, which doesn’t involve you.”
“I canceled your meeting.”