Brides for the Billionaires: The Billionaire's Marriage Bargain / The Billionaire's Marriage Mission / Bedded at the Billionaire's Convenience. HELEN BROOKS

Jerome was probably having an apoplectic fit at Dominick having whisked away the face of Carlton Cosmetics in this high-handed way!

      ‘Why on earth did you bring me up to your hotel suite, of all places?’ she protested impatiently as she began to sit up.

      ‘I told you to stay put!’ Dominick rasped as he came back to the bedside.

      Her eyes flashed a dark shade of green as she looked up at him. ‘I’m sure you think you acted for the best when you brought me up here, Dominick, but don’t let that give you the mistaken impression you have the right to tell me to do anything!’

      His mouth tightened. ‘Maybe not,’ he conceded bitterly.

      ‘Definitely not,’ she told him with finality. ‘Now, if you will excuse me, I have a job to do—’

      ‘You aren’t going anywhere until a doctor has seen you,’ Dominick insisted grimly.

      Kenzie sat up to swing her legs off the bed and onto the floor. ‘I don’t need to see a doctor,’ she said determinedly. ‘I’ve been—too busy, to eat today, that’s all—’

      ‘You mean your anticipation of seeing me again this evening was such that you didn’t feel like eating!’ Dominick guessed, knowing exactly what that felt like—he hadn’t been able to eat today, either. In fact, he couldn’t remember when he had last had a decent meal …

      Kenzie gave him a scathing glance. ‘Don’t flatter yourself, Dominick,’ she scorned. ‘I haven’t thought about you enough in the last five weeks to care one way or the other,’ she added coldly.

      ‘No?’ he sneered to hide the fact that her barb had hit home—he had thought of nothing but her for the last five weeks!

      ‘No!’ she said firmly. ‘Now, if you wouldn’t mind getting out of my way I need to go back downstairs to try to repair some of the damage you did with your heroics earlier—’