Marooned with the Millionaire

By Sandra Bunino

A fierce Miami storm bring sexy strangers together at The Hotel Del Santos for a night of desire.

Stephanie, still reeling from a failed marriage, needs a break from the past. Shying away from the convention center crowds while on a business trip, she finds solace tucked away in a secluded hotel on South Beach.

Jason, a wealthy Seattle builder, has the worst luck with love. He swears he will never allow another woman to get under his skin, until the clicking of a pair of sexy stilettos across the hotel lobby floor attracts his attention.

Cut off from the outside world, the lives of these two strangers collide and burn with desire when a storm strands them together. Neither wants anything more than a glorious one-night stand.

Their chemistry is undeniable and propels them to a second meeting in Sin City. However, Stephanie soon learns she has more reason to be wary of her mysterious lover than a broken heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Apr 16, 2013
• ISBN: 9781771303569

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Copyright© 2013 Sandra Bunino

ISBN: 978-1-77130-356-9

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: JS Cook

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To strong women and the heroes who love them.

MAROONED WITH THE MILLIONAIRE

Sandra Bunino

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

A crack of thunder startled Jason Royce from deep thought as he stared into his short glass of bourbon at the hotel’s bar.

Señor Royce, you’re quiet tonight, is everything okay? asked Carlos, the hotel’s bartender.

Jason looked up from his glass and gave Carlos a small smile. Yeah, Carlos, everything’s fine, although I wish this storm would move out to sea. The grand opening of the Pearl Del Mar is in a couple of weeks, and I’m worried about the schedule. I have a new project breaking ground in Salt Lake City a month from now, and I’ll need to move my operations over there soon.

I’m sure it will blow over, just like all the other storms we get here in Miami this time of year. Carlos’ eyes flitted to the lounge entrance. I haven’t seen Miss Jessica yet during your stay. Is she here with you?

Jason tipped the glass to his lips and swallowed the last of the liquor. No, I’m afraid you won’t see Jessica here again. At least not with me.

I’m sorry to hear that, señor, Carlos said and poured more golden liquid into Jason’s glass.

Jessica. Young and beautiful was always a dangerous combination as far as Jason was concerned. Jess had him convinced she was not with him for his money, and he actually believed her. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or he simply let his guard down. That was until a few weeks ago when he came home early from a business trip and caught her in bed with their personal trainer, Rex. Personal trainer my ass. He cursed the decision to hire Rex, not to mention the thousands of dollars of state of the art gym equipment he bought. He’d just wanted to make her happy and comfortable after she moved into his Seattle mansion two months ago. Jessica burned him, big time. If walking into his bedroom and catching them in the act wasn’t bad enough, what hurt him most was she didn’t even try to explain or ask for forgiveness. Jessica simply packed all of the clothes, jewelry, designer shoes and handbags he’d bought her and left. She even withdrew every dime from their joint checking account without a word. Cold. That was the only word to describe her actions.

Jason pledged to swear off women, at least until he could cool down and clear his head. But Jason was a sucker for high heels and the staccato clickety-clack of heels sounding through the lobby easily distracted him from his conversation with Carlos. Swiveling in his barstool, he first spotted those sexy black stilettos. His eyes wandered up her toned calves to her tight linen skirt. Since she was facing the elevator, he leisurely admired the way her skirt hugged her tight ass. Did he just imagine the outline of thong panties through her skirt? He needed to know more.

Excuse me, Carlos.

Walking toward the mysterious woman, his glance traveled up to glossy, thick, dark hair that flowed down her back as she animatedly talked on the phone. She was sexy from behind, and he wasn’t disappointed when he approached her at the elevator. She was taller than he expected, probably just about six feet in those heels. Her linen suit showed off her curvy body. She was preoccupied with her conversation, so he used the opportunity to admire the way her silk blouse tugged around her full breasts as she moved. He curiously wondered about her story. She was definitely a high maintenance woman. Rich housewife? No, she carried a laptop bag and was in the middle of a business conversation. He was even more intrigued.

****

Rick, I’ve told you why I like staying here, I just need a break from the pharma crowd. You know I’m not into the after-hours drinking and partying scene at the Convention Center hotel, Stephanie Thomas explained to her boss, shaking her head.

Her job as a pharmaceutical rep involved extensive travel and as she panned the lobby, she smiled in appreciation of her find. My hard work paid off. You should see this place. It’s beautiful, quiet and relaxing, just what I need right now.

Rick called her a Google Goddess because her favorite past time was researching hotels near her business meeting locations. She took pride in finding obscure accommodations with understated elegance.

Just be forewarned, Rick. If the next three deals go like this one, I’m staying another night on you! Stephanie laughed. Yeah, I didn’t think you would mind too much.

Downtime was important to Stephanie. These trips provided her an outlet to wind down from the everyday stress of her job and personal life. Not that she had much of a life outside of her job recently. Her divorce finalized only the month before, and she was still reeling from the experience. This was a much-needed retreat to decompress if only for a few days. Her chosen oasis for this particular stop in Miami was The Hotel Del Santos off Ocean Drive. The Del Santos, only steps away from the white sandy beaches of Miami’s South Beach, had her attention from the second she laid eyes on the website. Its inviting old world charm welcomed visitors to the front patio with potted ferns and tropical flowers. The lobby’s expansive windows showcased the beautiful wood moldings and ornate chandeliers that cast soft shadows on its high ceilings.

I’m about to get into the elevator now. I’ll send you the specifics when I get up to my room. The account was a big win for her, and she was excited about what the new business would do for her sales numbers. She poked the Up button of the hotel’s elevator with a manicured finger.

An angry crack of thunder boomed, and a flash of lightning lit the entire lobby. The chandeliers all flickered in unison as the elevator doors opened. Swearing under her breath, she looked down at her three-inch heels and considered walking up the six flights of stairs to her room.

Hey, is it okay to take the elevator in this storm? Stephanie called to the front desk clerk who nodded and gave her a small wave.

A night stuck in the elevator was not in her plan. She debated for a moment about walking up barefoot when she heard a low voice to her right.

How about we chance it together?

She spun around to see the source of those words that washed over her like a slow-moving current. Stephanie’s breath caught when she turned toward the source of the silky voice. A man stood before her with his eyebrows raised as if he were waiting for an answer. He appeared out of nowhere; surely she would have noticed him in the lobby. Dark stubble covered his chiseled cheekbones below dangerous blue eyes. Stephanie’s heart raced, while she imagined her fingers combing through his dark wavy hair. Stop it! She shook her head slightly, hoping the action would rid her mind of thoughts that were relighting embers in her belly. An angel and a devil sat on her shoulders: one said kick off those heels and walk up all of those damn flights of stairs, but the other told her to take him up on the offer. The devil was winning. Hell, the front desk attendant didn’t foresee an issue with the elevator, so why should she?

Stephanie’s eyes narrowed, careful not to give him any indication of the attraction she felt, even though his dark hair and tanned complexion made her insides turn to mush. There was something about his presence that made her feel sexy. She couldn’t make sense of the feeling. Heat coursed through her veins and straight down to her core. How could a stranger have that effect on her? I’ve got to start dating. I’m turning into a horny mess. She hurried into the elevator and pushed the button for the sixth floor. He followed closely behind, slid his key into the PH slot at the top and pushed the button.

Waiting for the elevator to arrive at her floor, she wondered if he was checking her out. Looking down to brush her hand over an imaginary piece of thread on her skirt, she stole a glance to her left. Mr. Sex on a Stick looked straight ahead with a smug look on his face. Ah, one of those—good looking, rich and arrogant as hell. Doubts of her decision to board the elevator entered her