Secret Miami Nights
Pamela Yaye
His passion is like no otherEverything has come easily to Ashton Rollins, the handsome, uber-wealthy heir to an aeronautics empire and president of the Millionaire Moguls. The only thing his riches can’t do: help Ashton put a tragic accident behind him. Petite, sexy Haley Adams is the first woman to truly intrigue him since he lost his fiancée. Until a secret about that long-ago night resurfaces and threatens his picture-perfect world…Haley’s charity work is worlds away from Ashton’s palatial home and jet-setting lifestyle. He’s introducing her to fabulous vacations, exquisite cuisine—and a simmering seduction that leaves her craving more. As power struggles within the Moguls collide with family revelations, Ashton realizes that Haley’s the one thing he can’t bear to lose. But is she willing to stake everything on the enigmatic man behind the fantasy?
His passion is like no other
Everything has come easily to Ashton Rollins, the handsome, überwealthy heir to an aeronautics empire and president of the Millionaire Moguls. The only thing his riches can’t do: help Ashton put a tragic accident behind him. Petite, sexy Haley Adams is the first woman to truly intrigue him since he lost his fiancée. Until a secret about that long-ago night resurfaces and threatens his picture-perfect world...
Haley’s charity work is worlds away from Ashton’s palatial home and jet-setting lifestyle. He’s introducing her to fabulous vacations, exquisite cuisine—and a simmering seduction that leaves her craving more. As power struggles within the Moguls collide with family revelations, Ashton realizes that Haley’s the one thing he can’t bear to lose. But is she willing to stake everything on the enigmatic man behind the fantasy?
His husky voice was dreamy, and when their eyes met, her mind went blank. It felt good being with a suave, charming man who smelled divine and showered her with compliments, and Haley wanted to spend the rest of the night hanging out with him.
“Can I ask you something?”
Curious, Haley nodded her head. “Sure, Ashton, what is it?”
“Why are you single?”
“Why are you?” she quipped.
A mischievous expression covered his face. “I asked first.”
“I haven’t met the right person yet. You?”
“Yesterday I would have said the same thing, but I’ve recently had a change of heart. I’m interested in a beautiful charity CEO, but I don’t want to scare her off by revealing my true feelings.” Ashton winked. “I’m pacing myself. It’s only our first date.”
Their eyes met.
“I had fun tonight,” he said, “and I’d love to see you again.”
Haley moistened her lips with her tongue. “To discuss the Aunt Penny Foundation?”
“No,” he said calmly. “To wine you and dine you.”
Dear Reader,
I love writing miniseries, so when my fabulous editor asked if I would be interested in writing the third book in the Millionaire Mogul series, I said, “Heck yeah! Count me in!” Brainstorming sessions with Yahrah St. John (Miami After Hours) and Sherelle Green (A Miami Affair) really got my creative juices going, and I think we did an awesome job on the series. I hope you’ll agree.
Ashton Rollins can’t get Haley Adams out of his mind. So he shows up unannounced at her office early one morning, persuades her to have dinner with him at his Fisher Island estate and turns on the charm the moment she steps foot on his property. And that’s not all. He wines and dines her, whisks her away to Venezuela for a romantic weekend and kisses her with such warmth and tenderness she melts in his arms. Haley only wishes Ashton would open up about his past, and when an explosive secret threatens their happily-ever-after, she must decide if their love is worth fighting for.
Look for Seduced by the Tycoon at Christmas this holiday season. It’s the final book in the Morretti Millionaire series, and I’m confident you’re going to love it. You can visit me at www.pamelayaye.com (http://www.pamelayaye.com), and send me emails at pamelayaye@aol.com.
All the best in life and love,
Pamela Yaye
Secret Miami Nights
Pamela Yaye
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
PAMELA YAYE has a bachelor’s degree in Christian education. Her love for African American fiction prompted her to pursue a career in writing romance. When she’s not working on her latest novel, this busy wife, mother and teacher is watching basketball, cooking or planning her next vacation. Pamela lives in Alberta, Canada, with her gorgeous husband and adorable but mischievous son and daughter.
Leave your past in the past, or it will destroy you.
Live for what today has to offer,
not for what yesterday has taken away.
—Author Unknown
Contents
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Back Cover Text (#uea9037c5-eed8-5418-b474-af91002db0ee)
Introduction (#uff38e074-3b1e-5378-b8f3-a42d4bacaaa3)
Dear Reader (#u0af01bd2-5da9-5d32-9ecb-0c4f99084f09)
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About the Author (#u3663297c-8f29-5ebe-9eca-d0d7515f6a1c)
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Chapter 2 (#ue773ffb8-4cbc-529d-8ca9-224f85509503)
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Chapter 1 (#u61d55639-542f-564d-afaa-31b74d319c1d)
“Welcome home, Mr. Rollins.” Cap in hand, the suit-clad limousine driver bowed at the waist and nodded his bald, shiny head in greeting. “It’s an honor to meet you.”
Ashton Rollins was beat, exhausted after his ten-hour flight from Frankfurt, but he read the driver’s name tag and shook his outstretched hand. “York, the pleasure is all mine.”
A proud smile exploded onto York’s wide, tanned face. Racing around to the passenger-side door, he yanked it open and gestured at the backseat with a dramatic flourish of his hands.
Embarrassed by the driver’s effusive behavior, Ashton noticed the employees on the tarmac at Miami International Airport’s General Aviation Center were staring at him. He was the Chief Operating Officer of his family’s business, Rollins Aeronautics, not a head of state, and unlike his father, Alexander, he didn’t like people fussing over him.
Lowering his head, he ducked inside the limousine and rested his briefcase at his feet. Ashton unbuttoned his tailored suit jacket and made himself comfortable. A week ago, he’d traveled to Frankfurt to attend the Aerospace Expo, and had worked nonstop while in the bustling metropolis. He’d arrived at the airport twenty minutes earlier by corporate jet, and the landing had been so rough his head was still spinning. Ashton would have preferred piloting his private plane to travel, but these days he had no time for his favorite hobby.
Ashton unzipped his briefcase, took out his tablet and turned it on. But he didn’t review his weekly schedule. His thoughts were on Haley Adams—the bubbly, effervescent CEO he’d been introduced to weeks earlier at the Millionaire Moguls meeting. For five years, Ashton had been president of the exclusive club. It was as discreet as it was powerful, and members couldn’t buy their way in—they had to be invited. The name of the organization was officially Prescott George, but the media called them the Millionaire Moguls. Ashton hated the moniker. The Moguls were more than just wealthy businessmen: they did good work. They provided college scholarships to needy students, funded inner-city organizations and changed lives.
Pride filled him at the thought of how much they’d accomplished. Every year, the Moguls chose a charity to support, and this year they’d selected The Aunt Penny Foundation. The organization would reap the profits from the Moguls’ seventy-fifth anniversary party and charity gala to be held at Ashton’s Fisher Island estate at the end of August, but he wasn’t going to wait six weeks to see Haley Adams. Screw that. He wanted to see her now. Today. Before one of the other moguls swooped in and stole her away. The twenty-eight-year old CEO was a magnet, the type of woman who attracted male attention wherever she went, and he couldn’t risk someone else winning her heart.
Ashton remembered with astounding clarity the day they’d met. Her smile had stayed with him from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, and weeks later he was still thinking about her. Ashton didn’t know why. They’d only talked for a couple minutes. Haley was supposed to give a presentation on behalf of The Aunt Penny Foundation, but she’d received an emergency phone call and promptly left. He’d made inquiries about her after the meeting wrapped up, and learned from her colleague Becca Wright that Haley’s Aunt Penny had been rushed to the hospital. Moved by compassion, he’d called his favorite florist and had flowers delivered to the woman’s hospital room.
In the few moments of casual conversation that they’d had, Haley had captivated him. It was more than just her womanly curves. Sure, she was beautiful and accomplished, but he met attractive, successful women every day. It was the emotion he’d seen on her face when she’d found out her aunt was ill that had touched him. Ashton was surrounded by people whose emotions were buried deep inside. He, himself, was a master at concealing his feelings.
He didn’t feel comfortable opening up to anyone. Not even the people he loved most. Sadly, the accident had changed everything.
The words froze in his brain. The accident. Bitter memories darkened his mind. No one ever talked about it. Ashton thought about his college days. At Nilson University, he’d dated Mia Landers, a scholarship student who had had a crush on him for several years. His parents didn’t like Mia, but he figured they’d come around. His father suggested that Ashton was dating Mia as a form of delayed adolescent rebellion, and his mother, Joan, labeled Mia “common” and “a nobody.” But Ashton had continued dating her. He hadn’t cared what they thought. It was his life.
The day Ashton told his parents he’d proposed to Mia, all hell had broken loose at the Rollins estate. His father claimed Mia didn’t belong in their world, wasn’t welcome, and had no place in their family. Enraged, Ashton had stood his ground, arguing that if they took the time to get to know her, instead of judging her, they’d love her as much as he did. Tragically, Ashton had never had the opportunity to prove what an incredible woman his fiancée was.
Pain stabbed Ashton’s heart, and his vision blurred. Shortly after graduation, he and Mia were in a car accident that had proved fatal for her. He’d woken up in the hospital with no memory of the accident, but Mia had died at the scene. Alexander said authorities believed Mia must have been drinking and she’d lost control of her car. The police report made no sense to Ashton. Mia was not a drinker. And when they were together, he always drove, even if it was her car. “Mia was driving,” Alexander had said firmly. “Be thankful. If you were driving, you could have been charged with manslaughter.”
Weeks later, Ashton had received devastating news. The autopsy report claimed there were drugs in Mia’s system. His family had managed to keep the information out of the press, but that was the least of Ashton’s problems. He’d lost the love of his life, and hated his father’s cold, callous attitude about the accident. He’d attended Mia’s funeral in a wheelchair, in a haze of grief and confusion, and had nightmares about the accident for several months.
Once his physical injuries healed, he’d been worried about his future. Would people blame him for Mia’s death? Would he lose his acceptance to business school? Would his reputation be destroyed? His parents had instructed him not to speak of the incident to people outside of the family. If there was gossip and speculation about what had caused the mishap, Ashton wasn’t privy to it. To this day, more than ten years after Mia’s death, the incident was never spoken of in the Rollins household. Occasionally, he still dreamt about it but in his waking hours, he sometimes wondered if the accident had really happened. If he’d ever even had a fiancée.
Taking off his aviator sunglasses, Ashton rubbed at his eyes. Since the car accident, he’d toed the line where his family was concerned. He’d gotten his Ivy League MBA and gone to work at Rollins Aeronautics. He only dated women his parents considered “appropriate.” But not once had he fallen in love. He continued to feel guilty about Mia’s death, though everyone told him it wasn’t his fault. Why hadn’t he realized she was under the influence? Why had he let her get behind the wheel? If he had been driving, the accident could have been avoided, and he’d be married now, not heartbroken and alone.
Again, Haley Adams barged into his thoughts. For the first time in years, Ashton was open to having a girlfriend, and the only person on his radar was the charity CEO.
Curious how Haley was doing, Ashton retrieved his cell phone from his jacket pocket and called her. On a whim, he’d phoned Haley a couple times from Frankfurt, but every time he called she was unavailable. Today, though, he was determined to finally connect with her.
“Good morning. The Aunt Penny Foundation,” chirped a female voice. “This is Stacy speaking. How may I help you?”
“Hello. Can I please speak to Ms. Haley Adams?”
“I’m sorry, sir, but she’s in a meeting. Would you like to leave a message?”
No, I want you to put her on the phone so I can ask her out! Frustrated, Ashton hung up and chucked his cell on the seat. Damn, why was it so hard to get Haley on the line? She was the CEO of a charity organization, for goodness’ sake, not the leader of the free world!
And he was a Rollins. Why was he sitting there pouting? He sat up, straightening his shoulders. He didn’t wait for things to happen. He made things happen.
Imbued with confidence, a plan taking shape in his mind, he pressed the intercom button.
“Yes, Mr. Rollins?” the driver asked. “How may I be of assistance?”
“Take me to The Aunt Penny Foundation, and step on it. It’s important.”
“Very well, sir. Not a problem. I’ll have you there quick, fast and in a hurry!”
The driver punched the gas, sending the limousine flying down Brickell Avenue.
Pleased, Ashton adjusted his pin-striped tie. This time when he saw Haley, things would be different. The thought—and the images of the curvy, dark-skinned beauty—excited him.
Twenty minutes later, the limousine stopped in front of a brown brick building, and Ashton stepped out. “Thanks. Hang tight. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
Modern and clean, the reception area was decorated with children’s artwork, bamboo plants, brown leather furniture and brass lamps. Approaching the front desk, he buttoned his suit jacket and took off his sunglasses.
“Good morning,” greeted the receptionist at the mahogany desk. “Welcome to The Aunt Penny Foundation. How may I help you?”
Licking his lips, Ashton peered down the hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. He was a great judge of character, and something told him Haley Adams was special. Someone he could trust. More than just a pretty face and a sexy body. Ashton wanted to know if their connection was real, or a figment of his imagination, and there was only one way to find out. “I’m Ashton Rollins, president of Prescott George, and I’m here to see Ms. Haley Adams.”
Frowning, worry lines wrinkling her brow, she consulted her appointment book. “One moment, please,” she chirped, raising an index finger in the air.
She snatched the phone off the cradle, pressed 0 and spoke in a low, hushed voice to the person on the line. Ashton couldn’t hear what she was saying, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t leaving until he saw Haley.
“Ms. Adams will see you now.” The receptionist sprang to her feet. “Right this way, Mr. Rollins.”
Following her down the corridor, Ashton heard telephones ringing, the distant sound of laughter and the familiar chug of a photocopier. Inspirational quotes were painted on the deep blue walls, words of encouragement and hope, and reading them lifted his spirits. Coming to The Aunt Penny Foundation was a bold move, one Ashton was confident would pay off. The air smelled of peppermint and perfume, a fragrant aroma that made him think of Haley, and he suspected she was nearby.
Stopping at the end of the hallway, the receptionist gestured to the open door to her left.
Nodding his thanks, Ashton entered the bright, sun-drenched office. And there, standing behind the executive desk in a fitted cardigan, white V-neck dress and pearls was Haley Adams. His crush. The object of his affection. The woman who’d starred in his dreams last night—and the night before last. The urge to touch her was overwhelming, but since he was a gentleman and not a sex-crazed teenager, he stayed put and buried his hands inside his pockets.
Staring at her, Ashton admired her creamy skin, slender nose, glossy red lips and high cheekbones. Her stylish auburn bob grazed her shoulders, and the short, thick bangs complemented her oval face, drawing attention to her big brown eyes.
“Welcome to The Aunt Penny Foundation, Mr. Rollins. What can I do for you?”
Ashton choked down a laugh. Her mouth said, “Welcome,” but her cold, rigid stance said, “Get out and don’t come back!” Fidgeting with her fingers, she shifted and shuffled her feet, causing Ashton to remember the last time he’d done The Electric Slide. It was at a friend’s wedding reception months earlier, and when his date—an uptight scientist from Coral Gables—had complained the song was corny, he’d hit the dance floor alone.
“It’s great to see you again, Haley. How is Aunt Penny doing?”
Eyes wide, she stared at him as if he’d just asked for her hand in marriage.
“I hope she’s feeling better,” he added, “and is finally out of the hospital.”
“Yes, she is. Thanks for asking.”
Noting the photographs on the mauve walls—pictures of Haley at a ribbon-cutting ceremony, posing with a group of college graduates, shaking hands with the mayor—Ashton walked further into the small, cramped space. Wholly feminine, it had a hot pink corkboard, vases overflowing with sunflowers, a colorful area rug and glass shelves lined with business management books, postcards and potted candles. “Ms. Wright did an outstanding job with her presentation for Prescott George, but I have some questions about The Aunt Penny Foundation that I’m hoping you can answer.”
“Absolutely,” she said, speaking in a breathless tone. “I’m free now.”
Haley gestured to the armchair in front of her desk, but Ashton didn’t move.
“Sorry, but I can’t stay.” For effect, he glanced at his gold wrist watch and slowly shook his head, as if he was profoundly disappointed. “I’m pressed for time, but perhaps you can come to my Fisher Island estate tonight at six o’clock. We can talk then.”
“Your estate?” Her voice rose an octave. “Tonight?”
“Yes, my estate. Is that a problem?”
Panic flickered across her face, but she fervently shook her head. “No, not at all.”
“Great. I’ll leave my address and cell number with your receptionist on my way out.”
“Thank you, Mr. Rollins. I look forward to seeing you later.”
“Call me Ashton. All of my friends do, and I have a feeling we’ll be buddies in no time.”
Her face lit up. “I’d like that.”
That makes two of us, he thought. Getting to know you better is priority number one.
A raw, primal hunger he’d never experienced surged through his body. Ashton wanted to take Haley in his arms for a kiss, but he didn’t. Couldn’t. Not until he knew more about her. Did she have a boyfriend? Several? Was she attracted to him, too, or was he fooling himself? He hoped it wasn’t the latter.
“Enjoy the rest of your day,” he said, putting on his sunglasses. “Don’t work too hard.”
“Likewise, Mr. President.”
Amused at her joke, Ashton chuckled. “Funny, successful and gorgeous? What a winning combination. You should be my first lady.”
Her laughter tickled his ears, and the jovial expression on her face made him feel proud, as if he’d hit a hole in one on a golf course. They stared at each other, and her gaze was so strong and intense Ashton couldn’t move. Couldn’t catch his breath. He didn’t like losing control and hated feeling weak, powerless. He turned away from her to break the spell.
“I better get back to work, or I’ll never make it out of here on time.” Plopping down on her zebra-print chair, she crossed her legs and picked up the pen on her desk calendar. “Thanks for stopping by, Ashton. I’ll see you at six.”
I can’t wait.
He’d done it. Asked out the sexiest, most captivating woman he’d ever met, and Ashton hoped tonight would be the first of many dates. Anxious to return to his estate to begin making preparations for their romantic dinner, he strode out the door with a Cheshire-cat grin, confident it would be a night he’d never forget.
* * *
An hour after leaving The Aunt Penny Foundation, Ashton entered the entryway of his eight-bedroom estate. Dropping his house keys in the porcelain bowl on the marble table, he kicked off his shoes and loosened the knot in his Burberry tie. It was good to be home, he thought, his gaze circling the foyer. He’d lived at the estate for years, but he still loved everything about the mansion—the vaulted ceilings and stone columns, the Mediterranean architecture, the plush furniture and the lush palm trees and foliage visible from every window. His parents lived next door, and although there was a sprawling lawn between the two properties, like it or not, his parents dropped by every day—sometimes twice.
“Where have you been? Your plane landed hours ago.”
Ashton cranked his head to the right, seeing his father standing there in the doorway to the den. “Mi casa es su casa,” he joked, right before he added, “Dad, it’s good to see you.”
“What took you so long to get home?” Alexander inquired. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Thoughts of Haley flooded his mind, and his temperature rose. “I had a stop to make.”
“We need to talk. It’s important.”
“Dad, don’t worry, my trip was fine. I made a lot of valuable business contacts at the Aerospace Expo and I plan to return to Germany later this year for Oktoberfest. Not only is it a great networking opportunity, it’s—”
“That’s not why I’m here. Trouble’s brewing within the Moguls.” Taking a puff of his cigar, his father sat down in a leather armchair. “Joshua DeLong is plotting to unseat you.”
Ashton shrugged. “Big deal. More power to him.”
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”
“Dad, I have bigger things to worry about than who’s doing what in Prescott George. I have a company to run, an anniversary party to plan...”
And a woman to seduce, he thought, but didn’t say for fear his dad would blab to his mom. The last thing Ashton wanted was Joan dropping by to grill him about Haley.
“I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation,” Alexander said, his eyes narrowed and his tone clipped. “You have to act now, before it’s too late.”
Hearing his cell phone buzz, Alexander checked the screen. A grim expression darkened his face. Surging to his feet, he put his cell to his ear and strode out of the room. As his father brushed past him and marched down the hall, Ashton overheard him say, “What did you find out? Who does DeLong have in his back pocket, and what do we have to do to regain the upper hand?”
Perplexed, Ashton stroked his jaw. Was he missing something? Was there more to the story? He couldn’t understand why his dad was so unnerved by the rumors—and why he’d come over to tell him about it in person. The members of Prescott George would never allow an interloper like Joshua DeLong to take over, and Ashton had better things to do with his time than stress about what the smug corporate raider was up to. Furthermore, Ashton was a strong leader who had the unwavering support of his members, and there was nothing Joshua could do about it.
Clearing his mind of every troubling thought, Ashton strode down the hallway, whistling a tune. After he spoke to his chef and touched base with his assistant, he was going to the barber shop. He had to look his best for Haley. Ashton couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited about someone, and sensed it was going to be a night to remember. He only hoped his father didn’t make another unexpected visit and ruin his date.
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Haley sat inside her red, two-door coupe, which was parked on the Rollinses’ winding, cobblestone driveway, giving herself a pep talk. Her hands were damp with sweat, shaking so hard she couldn’t open the car door, and butterflies fluttered inside her stomach.
“I can do this. I can do this,” Haley chanted, drawing strength from her words. “I have nothing to be afraid of. It doesn’t matter that Ashton has piercing brown eyes, a panty-wetting voice and a muscled physique. It’s just a business dinner. No big deal.”
Then why are your knees knocking together? her inner voice asked.
Dismissing the question, Haley told herself she had nothing to worry about. Besides, it was too late to change her mind. If she left now it would ruin everything. Add to that, getting to Fisher Island had been an exhausting ordeal, and she was starving. After getting her name cleared by security and ferrying her car across Biscayne Bay, she’d driven the ten miles to Ashton’s opulent neighborhood. Home to celebrities, dignitaries and international businessmen, Fisher Island was remote, exclusive and elegant. She felt out of place driving past the custom-built mansions in her second-hand car. A tropical oasis with breathtaking scenery, Mediterranean architecture and luxury yachts, the island was described as “the playground of the rich.” The Rollinses were the richest of the rich, and Haley hoped she didn’t say or do anything to screw up her business meeting.
Opening the visor, Haley checked her hair and makeup for the umpteenth time. Wanting to look professional, she’d paired a canary-yellow sundress with a fitted cardigan, gold accessories and wedge sandals. She’d hastily added a touch of mascara and some lip gloss before heading out her condo door.
Haley took a deep breath. Enough stalling. Time to get the show on the road. The Aunt Penny Foundation was counting on her to secure the support of the Millionaire Moguls, and nothing was going to stop her. Not even her frazzled nerves.
The front door of the mansion swung open and Ashton appeared, instantly seizing her attention. Peering out of the windshield, Haley leaned forward in her seat. Tall, with dark skin, close-cropped hair and a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee, Ashton Rollins had a face made for movies and a body made for sin. Dressed in a blue button-down shirt, belted shorts and sandals, not only did he look handsome he exuded confidence and masculinity. There wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t find Ashton Rollins sexy, and seeing him again caused her pulse to soar and her heart to race. He was staring right at her. Watching her every move.
Grabbing her clutch purse off the passenger seat, Haley stepped out of the car, ready to meet the hottie COO with the thousand-watt smile. He was a one-night stand waiting to happen, and as he jogged down the steps goose bumps pricked her skin. Haley didn’t know if she was sweating profusely because of the heat or because Ashton was headed her way, but she suspected it was the latter. He made her nervous, unsure of herself, and keeping her wits during dinner was going to be harder than riding a bicycle backwards in six-inch heels.
“Welcome to Fisher Island.” Leaning in close, he kissed her cheek. “It’s great to see you again, Haley.”
“Thank you. It’s a pleasure to be here. Your home is stunning.”
“I have dinner waiting for us poolside. Do you like soul food?”
Haley smiled. “Of course I do. Doesn’t everyone?”
Resting a hand on her lower back, Ashton guided her along the stone pathway that led to the rear of the mansion. “If you’d like, after dinner I can give you a tour of the estate...”
Wow, this is what heaven must look like, Haley thought, admiring the expansive grounds. The property was attractive and serene, and everything in the outdoor living room was state-of-the-art and designer quality. A wrought-iron table covered with fine china, bronze candelabra and a glass vase filled with sunflowers was beside the Olympic-size pool. The air smelled of spices, the savory aromas from the outdoor kitchen carrying on the breeze, and jazz played on the stereo system. Haley couldn’t wait to tell Aunt Penny about the Rollins estate; she knew the eighty-eight-year-old senior would love hearing about her business dinner.
Ashton pulled out a chair at the table, and Haley thanked him. Taking a seat, she noticed a heavyset black woman with auburn braids emerge from the house carrying a gold serving tray in one hand and a pitcher in the other.
“Haley, this is my personal chef and surrogate mom, Ms. Edith.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Haley said, licking her lips. “Something smells delicious.”
Wearing a proud smile, Ms. Edith set two bowls down on the table and filled their water glasses to the brim. “I’ll be back shortly with the second course, so eat up before your soup gets cold.”
“Ms. Edith don’t play,” Ashton whispered. “We’d better do as we’re told, or we won’t get dessert. I don’t know about you but I live for peach cobbler.”
Giggling, Haley stirred the thick, orange soup. It tasted so good she finished it within seconds.
“Someone’s hungry,” he teased, his eyes bright with mischief. “Would you like more?”
“No, I’m pacing myself. I have to save room for the next course, because it’s obvious Ms. Edith’s an exceptional cook, and I want to try everything she made tonight.”
“How do you know I didn’t make the soup?”
Hayley scoffed. “You? Cook? I bet you can’t even boil water.”
“You’re right, I can’t, but I did a hell of a job setting the table!”
They shared a laugh, and Haley realized she’d been stressed out for nothing. Despite his wealth and social status, Ashton wasn’t a smug, stuck-up rich boy. He was personable and laid-back, easy to talk to, and cracked more jokes than a comedian on Comedy Central.
“We should discuss The Aunt Penny Foundation,” she said, curious why he’d invited her to his estate. “What’s on your mind?”
“Tell me how you got involved with the organization.”
His question confused her. Frowning, she cocked her head to the right. Hadn’t he read the dossier Becca had submitted in May about the foundation? Hadn’t he paid attention during her colleague’s presentation? Telling herself it didn’t matter, Haley opened up to him about her family background and her fifteen-year relationship with Penny Washington. “When I was a kid, my parents worked several jobs, and our neighbor, Ms. Penny, took pity on me because I was home alone a lot. She never married and had no children of her own, and she looked out for me,” she explained, as happy memories filled her mind. “If not for Aunt Penny’s kindness and generosity I never would have been able to afford to go to university.”
“She sounds like an incredible person. You’re lucky to have her.”
“I know, that’s why I came up with the idea for a nonprofit organization that would give other talented, gifted youth from the inner city an Aunt Penny of their own...”
Ms. Edith returned, and Haley waited as the cook cleared the empty bowls, put down plates of cornbread salad and promptly left. Remembering the last time she’d had soul food made her heart sad. She’d joined her ex-boyfriend and his loved ones to celebrate his dad’s seventieth birthday. It felt bittersweet to think about the fun, gregarious Argentinian family she’d come to love as her own. Haley wanted to be with someone who was loyal and supportive, who wouldn’t try to change her or control her—and even though her ex had turned out to be Mr. Wrong, she still missed his family. She hadn’t dated anyone since their breakup last year, but Haley was tired of being single, and wanted one special man in her life.
“Do you like your job?”
His question broke into her thoughts. “I love it. It’s the best job I’ve ever had.”
“How long have you been CEO?”
“For three years, and even though the foundation has faced some trying times in recent months, there’s nowhere else I’d rather work. I have a dedicated, committed team, and incredible sponsors in my corner as well.”
“Tell me more about the services The Aunt Penny Foundation provides.” Ashton reached for his glass and took a drink.
“We provide counselling, tutoring in all subject areas, and our job preparation classes offer coaching, help with résumés, and even mock interviews.”
Ashton raised an eyebrow. Haley could tell that he was impressed with the work they were doing at The Aunt Penny Foundation.
“That’s terrific, Haley. It sounds like you and your staff are doing fantastic work in the community.”
Touched by his words, she smiled in response. “Thanks, Ashton. We’re trying our best.”
“How many scholarships are awarded each year, and what criteria are used to select the recipients?”
“Every year, we receive dozens of scholarship applications, and incredible personal essays, but unfortunately we can only award five scholarships. We select recipients in financial need with high academic achievement, who have volunteered for a minimum of one year.”
“I’m thrilled Prescott George is partnering with The Aunt Penny Foundation this year. It’s the smartest thing we’ve ever done, and I look forward to learning more about you, and your brilliant students...”
Haley listened in awe as he spoke. She met with businessmen on a regular basis on behalf of the foundation, but she’d never met anyone like Ashton. Unlike the hedge fund manager she’d had brunch with yesterday, he didn’t drone on and on about his high-profile job, or his staggering wealth. Instead, he was gracious and kind. A part of her couldn’t help wondering if he’d be so nice to her if he knew her BFF, Becca, was engaged to his nemesis, Joshua DeLong. That afternoon, she’d bumped into the happy couple as they were leaving the foundation’s offices for lunch, and when Haley mentioned she was having dinner with Ashton that evening Joshua had scowled.
His words replayed in her mind, drowning out the BB King song playing on the stereo. Be careful. Don’t fall under Ashton’s spell. He’s not who you think he is.
From her talks with Becca, Haley knew that there was no love lost between the two men, and that Joshua was planning to challenge Ashton in the upcoming election for president of Prescott George. The corporate raider had claimed Ashton was trouble, a bad seed, but Haley took his admonitions with a grain of salt. The Rollinses were an old, respected Miami family, and she doubted Ashton had ever done anything sinister or illegal. Besides, he was throwing his support behind The Aunt Penny Foundation, and that was good enough for her.
“I’d love to hear more about your family’s company,” Haley said, tired of hearing herself talk. “How long has Rollins Aeronautics been in business, and who founded it?”
“My grandfather George and his partner, Prescott Owens, founded the company in 1938. Five years later, they became the first black millionaires in Florida. Rollins Aeronautics has stayed profitable through the generations. I run the day-to-day operations of the company, and when my father retires next year I’ll assume his duties as CEO.”
Ms. Edith reappeared, carrying plates topped with lamb chops, collard greens, shrimp-fried rice and okra. Haley’s mouth watered at the sight of the main course, but she waited until Ashton was finished eating his salad before tasting her entrée.
While they ate, they had a spirited discussion about the day’s news stories. Haley was intrigued by Ashton. Couldn’t help it. It wasn’t every day she met a man of his caliber, who shared her likes and interests. Having dinner with him was turning out to be the best part of her day.
Sipping her drink, she admired the tranquil surroundings. The views of the water were as spectacular as the food. Each course was flavorful and delicious, and by the time Ms. Edith brought out dessert Haley was so full she couldn’t move. The meal got an A for presentation and an A+ for taste, but what she enjoyed most was getting to know her handsome host better.
“What would I do if I wasn’t working at the foundation?” Repeating the question posed by Ashton seconds earlier, Haley gave it some serious thought. “If I wasn’t CEO of The Aunt Penny Foundation I’d probably work at a hardware store.”
Ashton frowned. “A hardware store? Why?”
“Because I love building things,” she explained, unable to hide her excitement. “I attend free workshops at Home Depot several times a month to improve my skills, and last week my instructor said my birdhouse was the best one in the class.”
“You strike me as the type who likes to bake, not swing a hammer.”
“Growing up, I was a tomboy. I rode dirt bikes, played video games and never left home without my beloved Firebirds baseball cap.”
“And now?”
“I still enjoy playing sports, but I’ve definitely embraced my feminine side.” She joked, “Being a woman is great! I can change my look whenever the mood strikes and my shoe collection would make Jimmy Choo jealous!”
“You’re a talented young woman who’s destined to do great things in the nonprofit sector, and at Home Depot.” Ashton smiled. “Your boyfriend must be very proud of you.”
For the second time in minutes, her mind ran to her ex-boyfriend, Federico Tevez. A year ago they’d been making plans for the future, but now their relationship was over, nothing but a distant memory. Their breakup had been painful, but for the best. He’d moved to Washington, DC, as planned—without her—and every time someone mentioned the nation’s capital, Haley wondered what could have been. On paper, they were a perfect match. He was a trained chef with big dreams and traditional values, but—
Stop dwelling on the past, Haley told herself, breaking free of her thoughts. He wasn’t the right man for you. You have to accept that and move on. He’s not coming back.
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she said quietly. “I’m single.”
“So am I. It’s amazing how much we have in common.”
His husky voice was dreamy, and when their eyes met, her mind went blank. It felt good being with a suave, charming man who smelled divine and showered her with compliments, and Haley wanted to spend the rest of the night hanging out with him.
“Can I ask you something?”
Curious, Haley nodded her head. “Sure, Ashton, what is it?”
“Why are you single?”
“Why are you?” she quipped.
A mischievous expression covered his face. “I asked first.”
“I haven’t met the right person yet. You?”
“Yesterday, I would have said the same thing, but I’ve recently had a change of heart. I’m interested in a beautiful, charity CEO, but I don’t want to scare her off by revealing my true feelings.” Ashton winked. “I’m pacing myself. It’s only our first date.”
Their eyes lined up.
“I had fun tonight,” he said, “and I’d love to see you again.”
Haley moistened her lips with her tongue. “To discuss The Aunt Penny Foundation?”
“No,” he said calmly. “To wine you and dine you.”
Ashton brushed his fingers against hers, and a moan rose in her throat.
Needing a moment to gather her thoughts, Haley sipped her water.
“Have you ever been to the Rooftop Bar?” he asked her. “It’s the most popular restaurant-lounge in the city, and everything on the menu is exquisite.”
You’re exquisite, she thought, staring at his lips, wishing they were pressed hard against hers. “No, not yet. I’ve heard about it, but I haven’t had an opportunity to check it out.”
“I’ll pick you up on Friday night at seven o’clock,” he said with a broad grin, his tone matter-of-fact. “Wear comfortable shoes. We’re going to be doing a lot of dancing.”
“Ashton, I’m sorry, but I have other plans tomorrow night.”
The smile slid off his face. “Do you have a date?”
“Yeah, a date at the Miami Soup Kitchen. Fun times!” Haley laughed. “I volunteer twice a week, and if I’m not there to make my seafood gumbo the regulars will complain.”
“Need some help?”
“But you don’t cook.”
“Yeah,” Ashton conceded. “But I can chop vegetables with the best of them.”
“Then we’d love to have you.”
“Great. I look forward to seeing you again on Friday night.”
“Wear comfortable shoes,” she teased, gesturing under the table at his designer sandals. “Those aren’t going to cut it. You’re going to be on your feet all night, so runners are your best bet.”
“Got it,” Ashton said. “How did you get involved with the soup kitchen?”
Heat warmed her skin. Normally, Haley wasn’t afraid to share her story, but she didn’t want Ashton to judge her, and had second thoughts about opening up to him about her childhood. “Despite my parents both working two jobs, there was never enough food at home, so we’d eat at local soup kitchens a few times a week,” she explained. “I started volunteering when I was in high school, and now I’m there so much it’s like my second home.”
A sympathetic expression covered his face, and Haley wished she’d kept her big mouth shut. Wished she’d lied. She didn’t want Ashton’s pity; she’d made it, built a life she was proud of. Thanks to Aunt Penny, she was an inner-city success story, and she’d never, ever forget where she came from.
“Please give my regards to Ms. Edith,” she said, resting her utensils on her empty plate. “Dinner was amazing, especially her peach cobbler.”
Ashton stood, came around the table and helped Haley out of her chair. “I’m glad you liked it. Next time you come over I’ll see to it that she makes another one.”
Next time? Her mouth watered, and her heart danced inside her chest.
“This was nice, Ashton. Thank you for a lovely evening—”
“You can’t leave. I haven’t given you a tour of the estate yet. It’s not to be missed.”
“Okay, one short tour, but then I have to go. It’s way past my bedtime.”
“If you’re tired you can stay here. I have eight bedrooms and a huge guest cottage.”
“I bet you say that to all the charity CEOs you have over for dinner.”
Winking, he slid an arm around her waist. “No, beautiful, just you.”
Chapter 3 (#u61d55639-542f-564d-afaa-31b74d319c1d)
Ashton wondered what Haley was thinking, wished he could read her mind and dissect her thoughts. Desire simmered below the surface, filling the air with its intoxicating fragrance. Stunning, with impeccable manners and a wicked sense of humor, Haley was hard to resist. All Ashton could think about was kissing her, ravishing her mouth with his. He found her delightful, genuine and sweet, and he didn’t want her to leave. To prolong their time together, Ashton walked slowly along the winding pathway, stopping to point out the exotic fish in the man-made lake, the guest cottage and the outdoor basketball court.
“Next time you come over bring your workout gear. We’ll play a game of one-on-one.”
“Just say when.” Haley grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it easy on you.”
“I’ve been playing basketball since I was in diapers. You don’t stand a chance.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” she quipped, her tone full of sarcasm. “You’re hilarious! We’ll see who gets the last laugh when I cream you on your own court!”
Ashton cracked up. Haley looked pleased with herself, as if she’d hit a three-point shot from half-court, and the jovial expression on her face made her eyes twinkle.
“I don’t care how good you think your game is, Haley. You’re going down.”
“Your mama!”
Tossing his head back, Ashton erupted in laughter. He’d dated women from all walks of life, who always said and did the right thing, but he found her personality refreshing. Haley told it like it was, and their verbal sparring was a turn-on, putting him in a playful mood.
“This is a huge house for one person.” Haley stared up at him, shielding her eyes from the setting sun with her hands. Hands he wished were on his body, stroking his—
“Do you live with your parents?”
“Hell no!” Ashton said, shivering at the thought. “They live next door.”
As they strolled around the property, every other word out of Haley’s mouth was “Wow,” “Incredible,” or “Awesome.” She listened as he talked about the mansion and asked him numerous questions. How many years did it take to build the estate? Did he have live-in staff? Did he entertain regularly? It amused him to see her reaction to his house, to hear her shriek when something shocked her—like the size of his home gym—and Ashton wondered if Haley was vocal in the bedroom, too.
“This room is bigger than my entire condo,” she said, glancing around the space, her eyes wide with wonder. “I’d kill to have a home gym like this.”
The air-conditioned room was filled with state-of-the-art exercise equipment. Autographed posters of famous athletes hung on the vibrant blue walls, and the walk-in fridge at the rear of the room was stocked with healthy snacks and cold drinks. It was Ashton’s favorite room in the house, and whenever he had a bad day or argued with his dad, he’d head straight to the gym and exercise until he was in a better frame of mind.
“I feel like I’m in a museum. I’m going to need a map to find my way out of here!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll escort you to your car when you’re ready to go.”
Frowning, Haley pointed at the red floor mat in front of the window. “You do yoga?”
“Of course.” Ashton grinned. “I’m more than just a pretty face, you know.”
“No offense, but I don’t know any guys who do yoga. How did you start?”
His former fiancée had begged him to attend her drop-in class and he hadn’t wanted to disappoint her. But he didn’t share that information with Haley. Not yet. It was too soon. Talking about Mia’s death would upset him, and Ashton didn’t want to ruin his date by getting emotional.
“I took a class my sophomore year of college,” he said instead, “and I’ve been hooked ever since.”
“No way! I never would have guessed it. You strike me as the type who likes to do extreme sports, not the downward dog. Do your friends give you a hard time for doing yoga?”
“Yeah, but once I told them Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson, David Beckham and LeBron James swear by it, they quit teasing me. Yoga helps me focus and improves my mental toughness, and I wouldn’t be the man I am without it.”
“I’ve never tried it, but it looks hard, and I don’t want to hurt myself.”
“You won’t,” he assured her, hoping to put her fears at ease. “If you’d like, I can schedule a private session with my trainer next week so you can see the physical and mental benefits for yourself. You know what they say, a couple who does yoga together stays together.”
Shaking her head, Haley waved her hands in front of her face. “I better not. My best friend and I tried a Pilates class last month, and I was so sore the next day I couldn’t move.”
“And you think you can beat me in basketball? Keep dreaming.”
“Just watch me,” she quipped, all smiles. “I have skills you can’t even imagine.”
Were they still talking about basketball? Ashton wondered, wetting his lips with his tongue. Her soft, sultry tone tickled his eardrums, and her mischievous grin stole his breath. What the hell? Ashton thought, plucking at his shirt to cool down his suddenly overheated body. I’m supposed to be in control, not her!
Ashton couldn’t stop staring at her. Haley looked prim and proper in her cardigan, like a preschool teacher on picture day, but she had an edge, a side to her he wanted to get to know better. And he would. Tonight. After they toured his estate.
Exiting the room, his hand placed firmly on her lower back, Ashton led her down the hallway to the den. They discussed the décor, the African-themed paintings and the souvenirs he’d purchased during his overseas travels, which were prominently displayed on the glass shelves.
“Do you travel a lot for work?”
Ashton nodded. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I returned from Frankfurt this morning.”
“I’m so jealous. I wish I could travel more, but the foundation keeps me very busy.”
“I know how you feel. As COO, it’s my job to build and promote Rollins Aeronautics, and this month alone, I’ll be in Seattle, Orlando and Venezuela.”
A concerned expression touched her delicate features. “Aren’t you worried about your safety? Yesterday I read about the food shortages and increased crime in Maracaibo, and even locals are scared to venture out at night.”
“All the more reason I should attend the conference,” he said in a confident tone of voice. “The Venezuelan economy could use a boost, and in spite of the media reports it remains one of my favorite countries in the world. It has spectacular landscapes, some of the kindest, friendliest people you’ll ever meet and the best food you’ve ever tasted.”
“And it doesn’t hurt that Venezuelan women are stunning,” she pointed out.
“I never noticed.”
“Right. Next you’re going to tell me you’ve never been to a strip club!”
“I haven’t. It’s not my speed. I’d rather do yoga or play chess.”
Haley studied the framed pictures along the walls. “Is there anywhere you haven’t been yet that you’re dying to travel to?”
“Ibiza.” A grin overwhelmed Ashton’s mouth. “We’ll go there for our honeymoon.”
Nodding, she returned his smile. “Deal. Give me the wedding of my dreams, and I’ll travel the world with you!”
I love the sound of that, he thought, gazing down at her pretty face.
Continuing the tour, they walked through the main house and into the great room. They talked about growing up in Miami, their university days and their respective jobs. Haley was passionate about The Aunt Penny Foundation and giving back to her community, and Ashton enjoyed learning more about her hobbies and interests. Talking and cracking jokes, they moved from one topic to the next without missing a beat.
“What’s your most prized possession?” Haley asked, admiring the glass sculptures on the end tables.
“That’s easy. My car collection.”
Ashton heard his cell phone ring inside his back pocket, knew from the ringtone it was his mother and decided to let the call go to voice mail. If he answered and mentioned he was on a date, she’d race over, and Ashton wasn’t ready to introduce Haley to Joan. Not after one date. For now, he wanted to keep their relationship under wraps.
“Do you collect antique cars and motorcycles?”
“Why tell you when I can show you?”
Taking her hand, he led her down the corridor and into the garage, and flipped on the lights. It was a car aficionado’s paradise, filled with several luxury vehicles.
“Wow, what a beauty.” Haley peered inside the window of the Porsche and Ashton envisioned himself making love to her, right then and there, on the hood of his beloved sports car. But he wouldn’t. Not tonight. Even though his body had other ideas, he was going to be on his best behavior and prove to her—and himself—that he could be a perfect gentleman.
“I’ve always wanted a Porsche, but it’s way out of my tax bracket.”
Ashton studied her closely. He saw the envy in her eyes, the interest and curiosity. To impress her, he grabbed the key fob off the silver wall hook and dropped it in her palm. “Hop in,” he said, opening the driver’s side door. “Let’s take it for a spin.”
“I—I—I can’t drive your car.” Haley pushed the keys back into his hands.
Confused by her reaction, Ashton frowned. “Why not?”
“Because it costs more than I make in a year. I’d feel funny driving it.”
“Don’t worry,” he said, giving her a one-arm hug. Ashton liked touching her,, and didn’t want to let her go. She smelled of summer fruit, causing his mouth to water, and she fit perfectly in his arms. “Nothing’s going to happen. There’s not much traffic on Fisher Island. Most residents use golf carts to get around, not cars.”
Haley backed away from the Porsche, and Ashton grabbed her hand. Surprise flashed in her eyes, but he didn’t release his hold. His first thought was to kiss her, but since he didn’t want to push his luck he escorted her to the passenger-side door and opened it.
“No problem. I’ll drive.” To lighten the mood and make her feel at ease, he said, “We can stop at Pastries and More for a snack. It’s the most popular dessert shop on the island, and their cotton candy ice cream is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Haley put on her seat belt. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
Deciding to give her a tour of the island first, Ashton pulled out of the garage and drove cautiously down the driveway. In his rearview mirror, he spotted his mother standing on his doorstep and floored the gas. If he stopped, Joan would question Haley about everything under the sun—her education background, her career aspirations, her ten-year goals—and Ashton didn’t want his mom to scare her off. Mindful of the neighbor’s children playing hockey on the street, he slowed as he exited the security gate and waved at them.
“Do you have plans on Saturday?” he asked, glancing at her.
“No, not yet. I was thinking of going to Pensacola, to surprise my mom, but she has to work, so I’ll be home this weekend. Why? What are you up to?”
“I’m going to the Firebirds game, and I want you to come.”
Seconds passed and Ashton feared Haley was going to turn him down, but she surprised him by cracking a joke.
“Only if you buy me lunch first,” she said with a teasing smile.
“Deal, and I’ll even throw in dessert.”
“How can I turn down such a generous offer?”
Haley laughed, and Ashton knew he was making progress with her. He felt a connection to her, feelings he’d never experienced before, and he wanted to explore them further. Haley crossed her legs, and Ashton had to remind himself to drive, not lust. It was a challenge to keep his eyes on the road and off Haley’s curves, but he forced himself to focus.
“This car drives like a dream,” she said, running a hand along the side paneling.
Images of Mia flashed in Ashton’s head. I’m having déjà vu, he thought, swallowing hard, willing the moment to pass. It didn’t. His memories were clear, gripping, powerful. He remembered helping Mia into the passenger seat of his Maserati, and sliding in behind the wheel. Like he had moments earlier with Haley.
Sweat trickled down the back of his shirt. The images haunted him, flashing in his head, leaving Ashton dazed and confused. Feeling light-headed, he slammed on the brakes. He gripped the steering wheel and took a deep breath to slow his erratic heartbeat.
“Ashton, what’s wrong? You’re shaking.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. Talk to me. I want to help.” Haley inclined her body toward his and rested a hand on his forearm. “What is it?”
Sadness and regret flooded Ashton’s heart. He could tell by Haley’s furrowed brow that she was confused by his odd behavior, but he wasn’t ready to open up to her about his past. What could he say? “Sorry, I just remembered driving with my dead girlfriend?” Haley would run for the hills, and Ashton didn’t want her to think he was crazy. Part of him felt stupid for inviting her to his estate in the first place, but another part of him was glad he’d made the first move.
“Let’s go back to the house. We can talk there.”
“What about the ice cream? You had your heart set on having the cotton candy flavor.”
“I’ll survive. Besides, I’m still full from dinner.”
Haley stared at him with trusting, understanding eyes, as if to say everything would be okay, and although he’d promised himself he wouldn’t make a move on her tonight, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. If Haley was surprised she didn’t show it.
“Are you okay to drive,” she asked him, “or do you want me to?”
“I’m good. Don’t worry. I’ll get you back to the estate in one piece.”
Ashton merged into traffic, made a U-turn at Fisher Island Drive and cruised down the tree-lined street. He kept his eyes on the road, but sensing Haley was watching him, hummed with the song on the radio to prove everything was okay. Despite his reassurances, he could see she was worried about him and he felt like an ass for scaring her.
“We’re back.” Hoping to avoid a run-in with his mom, Ashton sped through the security gates and parked the Porsche in the garage. “Home sweet home.”
“How are you feeling now?” Haley asked, her voice a whisper. “Any better?”
Projecting confidence, Ashton smiled and winked. “I’m great. I’m having a good time with you and I’m looking forward to our date tomorrow night.”
“Ashton, it’s not a date. We’re volunteering at the Miami Soup Kitchen together.”
“Yeah, but after we finish up we’re going to have drinks at the Rooftop Bar. They have a live reggae band on Friday nights, and they’re one of the hottest acts in Miami.”
Pop music played from inside Haley’s handbag, and she scooped it up off the floor. “Ashton, do you mind if I take this call?”
“Not at all. Go ahead.”
Putting the phone to her ear, Haley turned toward the passenger window and spoke in a soft, soothing voice. “Hello, Sienna, is everything okay?”
Watching her, Ashton could tell that something was wrong. The person on the line sounded hysterical, but he couldn’t make out what the female caller was saying.
“Sweetie, stop crying. Everything’s going to be fine. I promise.” Haley took off her seat belt and threw open the passenger-side door. “Sienna, wait for me in front of your apartment building. I’m on my way. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Ashton jumped out of the Porsche and joined Haley on the driveway. Keys in hand, she marched toward her car, a frown on her lips, obviously deep in thought.
“You’re leaving? Already? But it’s only nine o’clock.”
Haley dropped her cell inside her purse. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. It’s an emergency.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
Shaking her head, she slid behind the wheel. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” Haley said politely. “And for listening to my pitch about The Aunt Penny Foundation. The backing of the Millionaire Moguls means the world to me, and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the support.”
Before Ashton could respond, Haley put the car in Drive and sped down the drive.
Ashton wondered what his parents would think of her. She was a smart, educated woman, but she wasn’t from a moneyed family. Questions loomed in his mind. Would his parents like her? Would they welcome her into the family with open arms? Or would his father give him a hard time for dating someone from humble beginnings?
Returning to the house, Ashton broke free of his thoughts. He was too old to cater to his mother and father. He wasn’t a college student anymore. He was older now, wiser, capable of making his own decisions, and he didn’t need anyone’s approval to spend time with Haley Adams. He wanted to date her—planned to romance her every chance he got—and Ashton didn’t give a damn what his bougie, uptight parents thought.
Chapter 4 (#u61d55639-542f-564d-afaa-31b74d319c1d)
“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” Becca quipped, her voice slicing through the noise in the staff room of The Aunt Penny Foundation. Grabbing the remote off one of the round, oak tables, she turned off the TV and hitched a hand to her hip. “How was your date with the president?”
Glancing up from the coffee machine, Haley rolled her eyes. It was 7:00 a.m. on Friday, much too early to be interrogated, but if she didn’t respond Becca would hound her for the rest of the day. Soon, the room would be full of staff, and they’d have zero privacy, so Haley said, “His name is Ashton, and if you must know our business meeting went very well.”
“Business meeting? Girl, please, it was a date and you know it.”
Haley unzipped her nylon lunch bag and took out her breakfast. A creature of habit, she ate a banana and a whole wheat bagel every morning upon arriving at the office. She appreciated having a few quiet moments to herself to plan for the day and review her schedule, and hoped Becca didn’t grill her about Ashton while she was eating. “Is that why you’re here an hour early?” she asked, gesturing to the decorative wall clock above the door. “Because your nosy behind wants to find out what happened between me and Ashton?”
Becca giggled. “Heck yeah! I’m dying to hear all of the scandalous details.”
Laughing, Haley cut her bagel in half, dropped it in the stainless-steel toaster and eyed Becca with fondness. Her best friend used to hide her long, lush curls in a bun, and her womanly curves under loose clothes, but once Becca met Joshua DeLong she’d revamped her look. Last month, they’d gone shopping at the most exclusive shops in Miami, and now Becca came to the office dressed like a participant in America’s Next Top Model. Chic hairstyle, nails tastefully done, form-fitting outfits, designer accessories and shoes. Joshua had swept Becca off her feet, and everyone had noticed a big change in Becca, even Aunt Penny. Haley was thrilled for her best friend and hoped the happy couple had a long and prosperous marriage.
Not like me, she thought sadly. I’ve never had a successful relationship.
“I waited up for your call, and when I didn’t hear from you I figured you gave Ashton the cookie and fell asleep at his gorgeous, to-die-for estate!”
“Wrong again.”
Becca raised an eyebrow, and crossed her arms. Her belted shirtdress accentuated her slim body, and the indigo shade complemented her flawless brown skin. “You didn’t spend the night at Ashton’s place? Then why didn’t I hear from you?”
“Sienna phoned me, crying hysterically, so I left Ashton’s estate to go pick her up.” Haley filled her pink, oversized mug with coffee and added a splash of cream. “I got in late, and since I knew you’d be sleeping, I figured we’d touch base today.”
Concern covered her features. “What happened? Is Sienna okay?”
“No.” Recalling her conversation with the high school sophomore last night as they sipped hot chocolate inside Haley’s kitchen caused her good mood to fizzle. In the three years she’d been CEO at The Aunt Penny Foundation, she’d never seen a case as troubling as Sienna Larimore, but she was determined to help the shy, honor roll student. “Her mom’s new boyfriend is saying and doing things to make her uncomfortable, and she’s scared to be alone with him. Until I can arrange a meeting with her mom, she’ll stay with me.”
A frown crimped Becca’s mouth.
“Don’t look at me like that. I did what I thought was right.”
“What happened to keeping your professional life and your personal life separate?”
“I know, I know, don’t read me the riot act. It’s just for a few days.”
“You said that the last time, and Aaliyah and Faith both lived with you for months.”
“What did you expect me to do? Sienna was upset and I didn’t feel comfortable taking her back home,” Haley explained, feeling the need to defend herself. “She’s a sweet girl with incredible potential, and I’d never forgive myself if something bad happened to her.”
Sighing, Becca shook her head. Haley couldn’t tell if her bestie was on her side or not. In her heart, she knew she’d made the right decision and wished Becca couldn’t give her a hard time about it. “Sienna said her mom’s boyfriend teases her about her body and makes dirty jokes when they’re alone. There was no way in hell I was taking her home to him.”
“Creep,” Becca spat, her tone full of disgust. “I wish I could be alone with him for five minutes. I’d put my self-defense training to good use.”
“That makes two of us. I have a meeting with Sienna and her mom tomorrow, and I hope Ms. Larimore will take my concerns seriously.”
“She better. Screw her boyfriend. She needs to do what’s best for her daughter.”
Becca bumped Haley aside with her hips, opened the fridge and grabbed a chocolate chip muffin, a can of orange juice and a cup of Greek yogurt from off the top shelf.
“You’re trouble, you know that?” Haley said with a smile.
“Funny, Josh said the same thing last night when I handcuffed him to the bed!”
The women cracked up.
Becca sat down at the table. “Get over here,” she ordered, pointing at the chair across from her. “I want a play-by-play of your date with Mr. President, and don’t skip over the juicy parts. I want to hear it all.”
Mug and plate in hand, Haley stared longingly at the staff room door. She wanted to make a break for it, to run full-speed down the hall and into her office, but reluctantly sat down. She was attracted to Ashton, but that was all it was—a silly, hopeless crush that wouldn’t amount to anything—and she’d rather discuss work than her feelings for the sinfully handsome COO.
Over breakfast, Haley gave Becca the CliffsNotes version of her evening with Ashton, careful to leave out how delicious he smelled and how wonderful his touch had made her feel. “I thought Ashton was going to be smug, like some of the other wealthy executives I’ve met in recent months, but he’s actually a really nice guy. Down-to-earth, chivalrous and genuine.”
“I don’t know, girl. Josh is a great judge of character, and he thinks Ashton’s trouble.”
“Of course he does. He’s a corporate raider. He’s suspicious of everyone!”
Becca laughed, and her dark brown curls tumbled around her face. “Good point, but...” Shaking her head, she trailed off speaking, and waved a hand absently in the air. “Forget it. I’ve said enough.”
“No, go ahead, Becca. I want to hear what you have to say.”
Several seconds passed before she spoke.
“Josh said there are things about Ashton people would be shocked to know. Things that would jeopardize his presidency and ruin his family’s reputation.”
Haley chewed slowly. Needing a few moments to gather her thoughts, she considered her best friend’s words. Yesterday, Joshua had implied that Ashton was as shady as a mobster—but Haley wasn’t buying it. Not for a second. Whatever Becca’s fiancé thought he knew about Ashton couldn’t be so bad. The Rollinses were a respected family who had supported local charities for decades, and Haley was glad she’d met Ashton at the Millionaire Moguls meeting. He was throwing his support behind The Aunt Penny Foundation, and that was good enough for her. The organization was strapped for cash and could use a man of Ashton’s influence in their corner.
“Everyone has secrets, Becca. Even you.”
“No, I don’t. I’m an open book.”
Haley wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Oh, really? So, Josh knows about the time you went skinny-dipping with your cousins at that deserted beach in Tijuana?”
“Hell no!” she said with a laugh. “I’m taking that secret with me to the grave!”
“My point exactly. We’ve all done things we regret. Me, you and even Josh.”
“Girl, I agree with you, but Josh is on a mission to unearth the truth.”
“If Josh has something to say why hasn’t he come forward? Where’s his proof?”
“So far, it’s nothing but hearsay.”
“Then Josh should keep his opinions to himself.” Haley picked up her mug and sipped her coffee. Her gaze strayed to the window. Dark clouds sailed across the sky, obscuring the sun, and a blustery summer wind shook the plants and trees. Haley hoped it didn’t rain. She had errands to do at lunchtime, and she didn’t want her ivory dress and wedge sandals to get soaked.
“Do you want to date Ashton? Is that why you’re defending him?” Becca asked.
To avoid answering the question, Haley took a bite of her bagel and studied the children’s artwork displayed on the walls. “I know Ashton’s way out of my league, but we really hit it off last night, and I want to see him again.”
“Out of your league?” Becca puckered her lips and shook her head, her chandelier earrings swinging furiously back and forth. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re the total package.”
Haley nodded, but deep down, she knew she’d never measure up to Ashton’s ex-girlfriends. And there were a lot. Last night in bed she’d made the mistake of Googling him and found hundreds of images of the dashing Miami bachelor with women who looked like runway models.
“Be careful, Haley. Take things slow. Don’t rush into anything.”
“Said the girl who got engaged only weeks after meeting her new boyfriend.”
“Touché,” Becca said with a laugh. “But when a girl knows, she knows, and the first time Josh kissed me I knew he was the only man for me. I tried to fight my feelings and keep him at bay, but he easily won me over, and I’m glad he did.”
“Girl, stop! You sound like an online dating commercial!”
Stars filled Becca’s eyes. “I love my man and he loves me, and that’s all that matters.”
They’d been friends for years, and Haley couldn’t recall ever seeing Becca this happy. It warmed her heart that after countless disappointments, her BFF had met someone who cherished her.
“Are you seeing Ashton again tonight?”
Yes, and I can’t wait! she thought, resisting the urge to break out in song. Feeling giddy, Haley pursed her lips together to trap a squeal inside her mouth. Now she was the one with the dreamy expression on her face and the goofy, lopsided grin. “I told Ashton I was volunteering at the soup kitchen, and he offered to help out.”
“Yeah, right, and I’m going to remain celibate until my wedding night!”
“Why is it so hard for you to believe that Ashton’s volunteering tonight?”
“There’s no way in hell he’s going down to the mission to feed the homeless.” Standing, Becca dumped her trash in the garbage can. “He’s a zillionaire. That’s beneath him.”
“It shouldn’t be. If the Obamas can serve dinner to the homeless, anyone can.”
“Good point, but men of Ashton’s stature usually don’t. Just sayin’.”
“That shouldn’t be the case,” Haley argued, rising to her feet. “Everyone, regardless of their social status, has a duty to help those in need. Aunt Penny always says, ‘Giving to the less fortunate nourishes the soul,’ and I wholeheartedly agree.”
A grin curled Becca’s lips. “Does that mean you’re going to give Ashton some tonight?”
“You’re a mess, you know that?” Haley rinsed her dishes, put them in the dishwasher and slammed it shut with her hip. “What happened to the kind, sweet girl I used to know?”
“She got engaged to a man with six-pack abs!” Becca shrieked, fanning her face.
“You’ve changed for the worse,” Haley teased. “You used to talk about social issues and saving up to buy your first home, and now all you talk about is sex.”
“It’s not my fault my fiancé’s fine as hell. I can’t help myself!”
Giggling, the women left the staff room arm in arm, swapping stories about the rivals of the Millionaire Moguls of Miami.
* * *
Three hours later, Haley was sitting at her desk, buried under a mountain of paperwork, listening to her favorite radio station. Jazz music was playing on Lite FM, and thanks to her aromatherapy candle the air smelled of roses and lavender. She’d accomplished a lot since arriving at her office that morning, but still had a hefty to-do list. Haley was craving another cup of coffee, but she decided to finish editing the monthly newsletter before taking a break.
Her gaze fell across the picture frame on her desk. The photograph was taken last summer, with all of the students in the mentorship program, and Haley marveled at how different Sienna looked. In the picture the teen was laughing, but these days she rarely smiled. Curious how she was doing, Haley made a mental note to call her at lunchtime.
The phone rang. Recognizing it was an internal call, she answered on the second ring.
“I hope you’re sitting down, because I have bad news.”
It was Mr. MacTavish, the foundation’s part-time accountant, and Haley could tell by the strain in his voice that he was upset. “Calvin, what is it?”
“The check we received last week from Mr. and Mrs. Polanski bounced,” he explained. “The bank just called to inform me, and I wanted to give you a heads-up about it.”
It wasn’t the first time a check had bounced, and since it probably wouldn’t be the last, Haley took a deep breath and channeled positive thoughts. “How much was the check for?”
“A hundred thousand dollars.”
The phone slipped from her hand, but Haley caught it before it hit the desk. A burning sensation warmed her chest, and knots formed in her stomach. She loved her job and couldn’t imagine ever returning to the corporate world, but she was tired of donors letting them down. And she could do without living paycheck to paycheck as well. The nonprofit sector was not for the faint of heart, and if Haley didn’t love her staff and the students they mentored she would’ve thrown in the towel years ago.
Telling herself there was nothing she couldn’t handle, Haley said, “We received several checks last week. Did they all bounce?”
“No, thankfully, the other three cleared just fine.”
Haley sighed in relief. “So, we’re in good shape, then? Everything’s okay?”
“Not exactly. Without those funds, we’ll have to veto the Third Annual Girls’ Day Extravaganza in September. We just can’t afford it.”
“No way. We can’t do that. The students are pumped about the event. Calvin, we’re not canceling.”
“We have to. We have no choice.”
“Becca and everyone else on the team has worked tirelessly to organize the event, and we can’t disappoint the community,” she said, raising her voice to prove she meant business. “Parents are counting on us, our girls too, and I won’t let them down.”
“Haley, your heart’s in the right place, and I know how passionate you are about the foundation, but the numbers don’t lie. If we don’t cancel Girls’ Day and tighten our spending going forward, The Aunt Penny Foundation will have to close its doors forever.”
His words were a powerful blow, like a fist to the gut.
“We’ve been operating in the red for years, but we can’t go on like this much longer.”
“Calvin, don’t talk like that.”
“I’m not trying to dampen your spirits—”
“Then don’t. Give me the numbers, so I know exactly where we stand.”
Haley grabbed her ballpoint pen and made notes in her agenda, diligently writing down everything Calvin said about the finances. “I’ll think of something,” she promised, refusing to concede defeat. “I’ll find another donor. A hundred donors if that’s what it takes.”
Calvin chuckled, and his hearty laugh temporarily brightened her mood.
“We’ve worked together for years. I should know by now not to doubt you,” he said. “You always come through. That’s what makes you a great CEO. You’re a go-getter who’s a hundred percent committed to this foundation, and the best person to lead us.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Calvin, and for bringing me up to speed on the finances. I’ll call you once I have some fabulous new donors lined up.”
“Sounds great. I look forward to hearing from you soon. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
Enjoy the rest of the day? Fat chance of that happening, she thought, dropping the phone on the cradle and her face in her hands. A country music song was now playing on the radio. The female singer was lamenting the loss of her no-good, cheating boyfriend, and Haley wanted to gag. You think you have problems? Try living in my world!
What was she going to do? Haley wanted to call Aunt Penny, but thought better of it. Her aunt needed to rest. Home recovering after having a mild heart attack weeks earlier, Aunt Penny insisted she was fine, but her doctor was concerned about her declining health, as were Haley, Becca and everyone at the foundation. Aunt Penny used to be a regular fixture at the office, dropping by weekly with baked goods and treats for the staff, but these days she spent her time napping and knitting in her favorite chair.
Drumming her fingernails on the desk, racking her brain for answers, Haley considered returning to Fisher Island. Going door-to-door to solicit donations was risky, and since she didn’t want to make enemies of Ashton’s wealthy neighbors she abandoned the thought.
An image of the handsome COO with the dark skin, chiseled features and megawatt smile flashed in her mind. He spoke about causes and issues that were important to her, and was passionate about helping others. Ashton was a doer, someone who made things happen, and Haley could use his advice. Should she call him? Should she ask the Millionaire Moguls for help? Begging didn’t sit right with her, not even on behalf of the foundation, so Haley considered other options that didn’t involve her dreamy, brown-eyed crush.
Ten people with deep pockets, she decided. That’s all she needed to reach her goal.
Feeling hopeful, she opened her drawer, grabbed her address book and flipped it open. Time to work her magic, because there was no way in hell she was canceling the Girls’ Day Extravaganza. The students were worth it, and she wasn’t going to let them down.
Names and faces flashed in her mind. Haley thought of all the charity events The Aunt Penny Foundation had hosted over the years, of all the people who’d supported the organization since its inception, and hoped they’d come through for her one more time.
Swallowing her pride, she swiped the phone off the cradle, prepared to say and do anything to keep the foundation afloat, and dialed the first number in her address book.
Chapter 5 (#u61d55639-542f-564d-afaa-31b74d319c1d)
It was true what they said, Ashton thought, opening the front door of the Miami Soup Kitchen and marching inside. A man would do anything to impress a woman, even volunteer on a Friday night.
Entering the center, Ashton took in his surroundings. Sparsely decorated, with potted lights and chipped tables, the dining room needed a fresh coat of paint. It was a dingy space with an unsavory scent, and if Ashton wasn’t romantically interested in Haley he’d be in his car, heading back to Fisher Island to barbecue on his new grill.
Ashton shoved his keys into the pocket of his slacks. He’d driven the Porsche again tonight, in part to impress Haley and to prove to himself it wasn’t haunted. Thankfully, he’d had no visions of Mia or the accident during the thirty-minute drive from his office. Thoughts of Haley, though, had consumed his mind. More excited than a kid on Christmas Day, Ashton could hardly wait to see the petite beauty. He hoped she’d change her mind and have drinks with him at the Rooftop Bar after dinner.
The sound of boisterous laughter drew Ashton’s attention to the back of the room. A group of teenagers were playing cards, several people were texting and chatting on their cell phones and two heavyset men were arguing in Spanish.
“You look lost.”
Ashton glanced over his shoulder, spotted a short, Caucasian man standing in the kitchen and nodded his head in greeting.
“How can I help you, son?” The man’s face was lined with wrinkles, and he spoke with a lisp.
“I’m supposed to meet Haley Adams here. By any chance, have you seen her?”
“Nope.” Shrugging, the man put on a hair net and an apron. “Don’t think Haley’s coming tonight. I overheard one of the other volunteers say she has other plans.”
He felt so disappointed his shoulders sagged. He’d wasted his time coming to the shelter. He should have stayed at work, perfecting his speech for the Caracas Business Summit instead of driving across town to volunteer. Why hadn’t Haley called to give him a heads-up? Ashton wondered. Had she forgotten about him already? Was she on a date with another man?
Ashton turned to leave, noticed everyone in the room was staring at him and changed his mind. Since he had no other plans, he decided to stay and help out. Taking off his sunglasses, he tucked them into his back pocket. Having a wardrobe in his office, he’d changed from his tailored suit into a striped Ralph Lauren shirt, black pants and leather sandals. Feeling overdressed in his designer threads, he made a mental note to wear jeans the next time he came to the shelter.
“I’m Ashton,” he said, approaching the kitchen counter.
“Good to meet you.” The man in the apron smiled, revealing chipped, coffee-stained teeth.
“Everyone calls me Monty.”
“I’m here to volunteer. What do you need me to do?”
Surprise flashed in his eyes, but he gestured to the hallway. “Take out the garbage in the bathrooms, mop the floor and, if it’s not too much trouble, set up some more tables.”
“No trouble at all, Monty.”
For an hour, Ashton helped clean and organize the dining room. Giving back to the community made him feel proud, as if he was making a difference, and cracking jokes with the other volunteers put him in a good mood. Ashton was standing beside the window, scrubbing maple syrup off the walls when he heard a familiar voice. Haley’s. Curious, he dropped his rag into the bucket of soapy water and peered into the kitchen. There she was. Standing at the stove, stirring a metal pot with a wooden spoon, flirting with a male volunteer.
His eyes narrowed and the muscles in his jaw quivered. Ashton wanted to march into the kitchen and pull Haley away from the stranger, but he knew it was a bad idea. He didn’t want her to think he was a hothead, and if he made a scene she’d lose respect for him.
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