Sweet Seduction (The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Series)

  SWEET SEDUCTION

  JUDY ANGELO

  The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Series

  Volume 6

  Copyright © 2012 Judy Angelo

  Lyons Publishing Limited

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  The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Series by Judy Angelo

  Volume 1 - Tamed by the Billionaire

  Volume 2 - Maid in the USA

  Volume 3 - Billionaire's Island Bride

  Volume 4 - Dangerous Deception

  Volume 5 - To Tame a Tycoon

  Volume 6 - Sweet Seduction

  BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES, The Collection - Vols. 1 - 6

  COMING IN AUGUST:

  Daddy by December

  To Catch a Man (in 30 Days or Less)

  SEDUCTION SO SWEET...

  Jake McKoy moves to a tiny town in upstate New York to escape a painful past. He has no idea that it is here that he will find healing and strength and a new start in life. And that healing comes in the form of a fresh-faced woman who steals his heart.

  Samantha Fox was only a month away from her wedding day when her fiance broke the engagement. He'd found a more 'suitable' bride. Haunted by the constant fear that she's not 'good enough', Sam finds it hard to give her heart to another man. And when that man happens to be a billionaire who can't let go of his past, things become complicated indeed.

  Can Jake and Samantha overcome their difficult pasts to forge a bright future together?

  SWEET SEDUCTION

  CHAPTER ONE

  The gun was pointed at Brent Baker’s heart but he felt no fear. No, what he felt was…anticipation. He was prepared to die.

  Jake McKoy sat back in his chair and stared out the window. Where did he go from here? He’d started this story three weeks earlier and still had not got past this scene.

  Truth be told, he hadn’t written anything of sense in the last three years. And he didn’t know if he ever would.

  With a sigh he threw the pen down and got up from the kitchen table. He had to do something to get the creative juices flowing again. Three years was a long time for a dry spell. His publishers weren’t going to wait forever.

  He’d set up a writing office in the tiny self-contained studio apartment at the bottom of the garden and equipped it with a desk, a computer, a file cabinet and books. That hadn’t worked. He’d abandoned that and tried the good old kitchen table. His progress so far? Twelve sad pages of drivel. He just could not get into the story. Were his writing days over?

  In a last ditch attempt he decided to go down to the basement and dig up a book he used to read – Lighting the Creative Spark. The book wouldn’t tell him anything he didn’t already know but maybe, just maybe, it would get him going again.

  He’d flipped on the light and was halfway down the stairs when he realized that something was not quite right. There was an unfamiliar sound, a steady tapping against the basement window. He paused on the fourth step then frowned. Who the heck was at his window? He glanced down, looking for some kind of weapon – just in case. His eyes fell on a broom leaning in the corner at the foot of the stairs. It would have to do.

  Jake went down the stairs, quietly but swiftly, and grasped the broom handle. Then he peered round the corner.

  “What the-”

  There wasn’t a soul tapping at the glass. The sound he’d heard was water dripping from a pipe above his head, falling into a massive pool of water below.

  Just what he needed. A flooded basement to start his Friday.

  He peered up into the shadows at the exposed pipe. That alone could not have done this much damage. It was like he had his own personal indoor pond. There had to be something else going on down below.

  He rolled his pants up to his knees and waded into the ankle-deep water and as he did he groaned aloud. Even if he got the leak fixed how the heck was he going to get this place dried out and cleaned up? He shook his head. This was what he got for buying a big old house out in the backwoods.

  After four minutes of hunting around for the source of the leak he gave up. Time to call the professionals. With a sigh of resignation he went back up the stairs, barefoot this time, and got the Tonawanda Yellow Pages from the bottom of the kitchen cupboard. He’d meant to throw it out lots of times but kept forgetting to put it out in the recycling bin. Good thing he hadn’t.

  He called the first plumbing service that popped up on the page. All-In-One Plumbing and Interior Decorations. Strange combination, but who was he to judge?

  “All-In-One, may I help you?” The slightly nasal voice of a woman echoed into the phone.

  “I have a flooded basement,” he said. “Could you send a plumber over right away, please? I’m at sixteen twenty-nine Old Spruce Lane.”

  “Wow,” the woman exclaimed. “The old Sullivan place. I didn’t know somebody was living there now. Seen any ghosts in the house?”

  “Pardon me?” Surprised by her question , Jake’s tone was cool. Who was this woman, anyway? He hadn’t called for a chit-chat.

  “Oops, sorry. Just a moment, please.” The woman must have put the receiver down because her next words were slightly muffled. “Sam, Alvin’s stuck in Niagara Falls today. Can you run out to the old Sullivan place?” She was back on the line within seconds. “Sam will be there in twenty minutes,” she said. “Just look out for the All-In-One truck.”

  Jake thanked her then hung up. Twenty minutes. Good enough. The damage was already done. What was another twenty minutes worth of water? His indoor pool had probably been collecting for days.

  Within eighteen minutes of the call there was the rumble of a truck pulling up in the driveway. They were punctual. A good sign. Jake was on his way to the front door when the bell rang. “Coming,” he said, but before he’d gone another five steps the guy was ringing the bell again. “Hold your horses,” Jake called out, slightly annoyed. It was a big house. Did they expect him to get from one end to the other in seconds?

  He flung the door open, still frowning, and froze in surprise. Instead of the burly plumber he’d expected he found himself staring into the wide brown eyes of a sweet-faced young woman.

  He stood there, shocked, then realizing he was staring he cleared his throat. “You’re with All-In-One Plumbing?” he asked then looked past her at the big white truck.

  “Yes,” she said, her voice sweet and mellow and deeper than he had expected. It was a soft, husky voice. Sort of sexy. “We got a call that your basement is flooded.”

  “And you came with Sam?” He glanced at the truck again but there was no-one in it. The plumber must be at the back of the truck offloading the equipment.

  The girl laughed, a soft, rippling sound that brought his eyes back to her. “I’m Sam,” she said and held out her hand. "Samantha Fox, at your service.”

  This was the plumber? Jake almost laughed out loud. They’d sent him a pretty little thing with long dark hair pulled back, her heart-shaped face rosy and cheerful. And at her feet was a toolkit. She probably was the plumber, after all.

  He took her hand in his and was surprised at how soft it was. Definitely not the hands of a plumber.

 
; She was a dainty little thing, dressed in denim work shirt, jeans and heavy work boots. She looked like a child trying to play grown-up, dressed in daddy’s work clothes. All-In-One Plumbing had sent a kid to do a man’s job. He was looking forward to seeing how that would work out.

  He felt a tug and that was when he realized he was still holding her hand. “Oh, sorry.” He let go then stepped back. “Come on in.”

  “Thank you,” she said with a smile, seeming unperturbed by the fact that he’d just been holding her – or at least her hand – captive.

  She bent and picked up her toolkit and stepped past him and into the foyer, pulling work gloves out of her pocket as she went. “Point me to the basement,” she said with a tilt of her head.

  It was when she stepped in that he realized that her hair swung all the way down her back, teasing her pert little bottom. He tore his eyes away before she turned and caught him staring. Jesus, what was wrong with him? Was he so starved for the sight of a woman that he couldn’t help ogling this one?

  So he hadn’t been out in a while – a long, long while – avoiding the public as much as possible, even ordering his groceries online. Still, that didn’t meant he should react this strongly to the first woman to cross his threshold. He shook his head. This was definitely not like him and he’d better get a hold of himself if he knew what was good for him. There was no room in his world for a woman, no matter how attractive she was.

  “It’s this way,” he said and led her down the hallway toward the door. He switched on the light and went down the stairs with Samantha – or Sam as the woman at the office had called her – in tow.

  As they stopped at the bottom step she looked up. “Hmm, I see what’s going on.” She sat on the second to last step and proceeded to loosen the laces on her work boots. “I have a feeling this is all connected to your water heater,” she said as she pushed the boots off and pulled off one sock and then the other.

  She had small, delicate feet with pink-painted toenails. Nope, definitely not the feet of a plumber. Jesus, he was staring again. Jake tore his eyes away and stepped past her and down into the water. “You’re probably right,” he said, adopting a nonchalant tone. “I was checking around that area but couldn’t find anything. Maybe you’ll have better luck.”

  “I’m sure I will,” she said with a chuckle, “because I know what to look for.”

  She stepped into the water behind him and then she was wading past him toward the huge white cylinder around which the water lapped. “This is a very old model,” she said, and ran her hand along the top. “You’re probably going to have to invest in a new one.”

  She ran her hands all the way down the sides, probably checking for leaks, then bent over to peer at the pipes running into the cylinder.

  And that pert bottom he’d glimpsed upstairs? Now he was treated to a full view of it. Dang!

  “Found it,” she said, head still down and butt in the air. “Your pipes are really old, probably the original ones that came with the house. These ones definitely need to be changed.”

  She straightened her back and rested her hands on her hips. “But don’t worry. I can give you a temporary fix.” She gave him a sympathetic smile. “I know it can be difficult doing major repair work, especially when you haven’t budgeted for it. I can change the washer down here and the coupling up there. That should buy you some breathing space.” She shrugged. “A few months, maybe, but that should give you some time to plan for the major work. Redoing the piping in this old house is going to take some doing.”

  He nodded. She was going to change the washer, she said. He’d love to see her do that. With her soft hands there was no way she’d get those rusted pipes loose.

  She waded back to the steps and got a wrench from her toolkit then pulled on her work gloves. “I need you to turn off the main so I can get started.”

  “The main?” He stared back at her, feeling stupid. Now where the heck was this main she’d asked about?

  She cocked her head to one side. “You do know where it is, don’t you?”

  Defeated, he shrugged then gave her a rueful grin. “Nope. Sorry.”

  “No problem,” she said. “I’ll get it. I’ve worked on so many of the houses in this neighborhood I can make a pretty good guess where it is.” She waded to the back door and climbed the couple of steps then shoved it open. She was outside for less than a minute when she called out, “Found it. It’s off now.”

  When she returned she picked up her wrench again and advanced on the water heater. After she'd clamped the nut with the device she pushed. It didn’t even budge.

  Jake stepped forward. “Let me –” he began but she put up a gloved hand, cutting him off.

  “Step back, please,” she said, her voice firm. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  “Uh huh,” he said sarcastically, then was just about to step forward and pluck the wrench from her hand when she swung it up, making him jump back. She’d almost brained him with the thing.

  She brought it down and gave a surprisingly gentle tap to the rusted pipe. “Loosens up the rust buildup,” she said with a quick grin. After hooking the wrench onto the nut again she pushed. This time it turned without a fight. Water gushed out then stopped, giving her free access to the pipes. She stuck her finger in and pulled out a rubber washer, so worn and cracked that it was crumbling in her hand. “The guilty party.” She held it up then rested it on top of the water heater. She pulled a new washer from her pocket and within a couple of minutes she’d inserted it and was tightening the pipes with a brand new nut.

  “This one’s all set.” She raised her eyes to the still dripping pipe above. “I’ll have to get my step ladder for that one.”

  Before he could offer to help she was back up the stairs and through the door, leaving him standing there in the water. Talk about a bundle of energy. He shook his head then trudged up the stairs in her wake. Proficient or not, she’d need help with that stepladder.

  Jake soon came to realize how competent a plumber Sam was. Within thirty minutes of first entering his house she had fixed both pipes and had used the sump pump to clear the water from his basement. With all the water gone the damage was clearly evident – sodden carpeting, a soaking wet sofa, and boxes of books that had sucked up the water like sponges. He would have to dump the whole lot, including the book he’d gone looking for.

  “Looks like you’re going to need a lot of help,” Sam said as she surveyed the damage.

  Jake grunted, not at all happy with the prospects before him. He knew he needed help but he was not enthused with the idea of having strangers trudging through his house. As his eyes wandered over the mess he folded his arms across his chest and gave a deep sigh.

  “I’m not doing anything tomorrow. I’ll come back and help, if you like.”

  His head jerked up and he turned to look at the woman who, toolkit in hand, looked ready to leave. “Why?” He frowned and looked at her with suspicion. Was she some sort of Good Samaritan?

  She shrugged. “I told you, I’m not doing anything tomorrow.” She didn’t wait for a reply but slipped past him and headed up the stairs.

  Was she leaving? She hadn’t even been paid.

  “Yes,” he called out to her disappearing back.

  She stopped at the top of the stairs and leaned against the door jamb, looking down at him. She tilted her head. “Yes?”

  “Yes.” Then he added grudgingly, “Please. I would appreciate the help if you can make it.”

  “Of course,” she said cheerily. “I can be here by ten o’clock but now I have to run. I have to go put on my interior decorator hat.”

  “Hang on a second.” He climbed up the stairs behind her. “Let me grab my check book.”

  A couple of minutes later, check in hand, Sam headed out front where she climbed up into the truck and perched on the edge of the seat. It looked like she wouldn’t be able to reach the pedals otherwise. She started the engine and then gave him an infectious grin and a wave
. “See you tomorrow,” she called as she backed out of the driveway.

  He almost grinned back at her but caught himself just in time. Instead, he nodded then watched as she drove away.

  ******

  “Hi, sweetie. That was quick.” Alvin Fox was coming out through the front door just as Samantha drove in. “Meg told me you’d gone out to the Sullivan place so I thought you’d be there for a while.”

  “Nope,” Sam said as she swung her toolkit out of the truck and walked toward her dad. “Just a couple of leaky pipes. Nothing good ole Sam couldn’t handle.”

  “That’s my girl,” Alvin said and leaned down to receive the kiss she was aiming at his cheek.

  She deposited the toolkit on the ground beside their feet then straightened and folded her arms across her chest. “That job was nothing compared to the work that still needs to be done. That place is a mess.”

  “Water damage?”

  “Among other things. The whole basement needs to be cleaned out and the rest of the house…let's just say it needs a major overhaul.” She shook her head. “Looks like since the Sullivans left the current owner hasn’t even had a chance to furnish the place.”

  “There goes the interior decorator in you.” Alvin chuckled. “Next thing I’ll hear is that you’re over there fixing the place up. I know you.”

  “Uhmm, well…” She cleared her throat. “I’m going back there tomorrow morning.”

  Alvin narrowed his gaze. “Don’t tell me you convinced the family to redo their entire house?”

  “I plead not guilty.” She put up her hands in protest. “All I did was offer to help clean the mess in the basement. And from what I could tell it wasn’t a family. It was just…a guy.” She frowned even as she said the word. He hadn’t been the type you’d classify as a ‘guy’. He was all man, and a serious-looking one at that.