THE BILLIONAIRE'S ELUSIVE LOVER

Mason sat at his desk wondering what his problem was. He didn't want anything to do with that crazy woman but his hands were itching to grab the remote and turn on the TV so he could watch her interview. Never in his thirty two years had he met someone so brazen. She said and did things without a second thought. He'd asked the woman he first thought was Miss Becker why they had swapped clothes and the answer he'd gotten had surprised him. Apparently the real Miss Becker had found them talking about not having anything to wear to a date and she'd offered her dress. Who in this day and age did that? The rich and famous people he knew didn't behave that way. They donated money to various charities. They didn't swap dresses. Especially expensive, designer ones. As if that wasn't enough, she'd offered that girl a job in case he fired her. Which was the only reason he hadn't fired her. Because he didn't want to give in to that demented woman. In the last twenty four hours he'd do

She followed him all the way to England. Mason couldn't believe his eyes when he spotted Eva sitting at one of the tables with some guy and pretending to not see him. He knew she was crazy but this was just too much. When she'd first shown up at the restaurant, he'd thought it was cute how she pretended to be surprised. He knew she had asked his secretary of his whereabouts because he was the one who'd given Mary permission to tell her where he was. It would be absurd to admit that he wanted to see her too so he settled on playing the game with her. He would let her think that she was winning then snatch away her victory just as she was at the finish line. Acting like he hadn't needed her help was hard. Mr. Philips was playing hard to get, knowing that he had the upper hand over him. But the second he saw Eva, things changed. Adler got the upper hand just by knowing that crazy woman. He was grateful that she'd helped him but since he had to keep his act up, he pretended to be angry.

Mason looked down at her, giving her body a once over. She'd worn a dress today, a blue one. It was simple, with cute bows at the shoulders and something he would have expected her niece to wear. Not her. He'd seen the kind of clothes she wore. Cute wasn't a word that could be used to describe any of them. Hot, sexy, drive men insane kind of clothes, that was how he could describe them. It was amazing how good she looked in everything and he wanted to know how she'd look without them on. "I don't understand why you're angry Eva. Up until now I've told you a lot of things that could have angered you" he said looking down at her. She'd stopped fighting him and was just lying there glaring at him. "You're frustrating Mason. One second you're all over me and the next you want me to leave after dinner. I'm at a loss on what you want" he sighed and dropped beside her. "You're not the only one feeling frustrated. This is going too fast" "Is that your way of calling me cheap an

"How's it going with your new beau?" "I'm trying to get my mind off him but it's almost impossible. Any suggestions?" "Has he fallen then?" Pippa sighed dramatically "For some reason, I thought he'd take longer. He struck me as the kind of guy who could resist your type" Eva snapped her head up "My type?" Her secretary nodded, unfazed by her sharp voice. "Rich, beautiful, independent, perfect" "He's a man after all. Isn't he?" She hadn't met anyone who could resist her charms. Mason was human and eventually, he was bound to fall for her. What she didn't understand was why he hadn't called her yet. She had purposely ignored him to see how much he cared but it had been hours since she left his house in a rush. Why hadn't he checked in on her to make sure she was fine? Or if she needed a place to stay? "What's the secret Eva? Seriously, share it with me. I'm desperate here. I need a rich boyfriend too so I can stop working. Looks don't matter" She snorted "You say that as if

"You stole a car Eva" "Not steal. Borrowed it" "Without the owner's consent. That's equivalent to stealing. What were you thinking?" "That I should get the hell out of there before fans mobbed me. Do you not know how crazy some fans can be?" "Why didn't you bring Corbin and Ledger along?" She shrugged which only made Pippa angrier "If-when this gets out, you'll deal with reporters on your own. I will not help you clean the mess up" "You say that as if it's some kind of challenge. Have you forgotten who I am?" She loved and welcomed the attention. It made her more famous than she was and raised her book sales. Whoever said there was no bad PR was definitely on to something. "Where's the owner of the car?" "He'll be here any minute" the good officer who'd pulled her over while she was returning the car answered. He was kind enough to call the owner and asked him to go to the police station. Telling them both that it would be better if they settled this out of court. She was