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Prologue
“It’s going to be a tough Christmas for someone.”
No one knew if Dana Black, editor in chief of Hard News, was joking or not. A “tough Christmas” could be a euphemism for an interview conducted over Christmas in Barbados, which Dana would keep for herself. Equally, it could mean a great new polar tent had been designed, and the manufacturers wanted it tested on the tundra. Seated at the back of the meeting, Amber glanced at her colleagues, all of whom looked smugly contented, as if the statement Dana Black had made was meant for someone else.
Someone called Amber?
A couple of Amber’s new friends glanced at her with sympathy. She replied with a don’t-worry-about-me smile. It was no secret that Amber, the latest recruit at Hard News, was being put through the usual cub reporter’s trial-by-crap assignments, which meant if a lousy job came up, hers was the first name out of the hat.
But as that’s what I’m here for…
“Alexei Riga…”
When Dana announced this and brought up a new frame on the giant screen, Amber felt as if her entire body had been plugged into a power socket. This was definitely her assignment. She would kill to keep it.
“Billionaire playboy polo player—” Dana had to pause to get her team’s attention as everyone had been distracted by the titan on horseback. “At least, that’s what we’re supposed to believe, but I think there’s something more going on in Alexei’s life.”
There was certainly a lust storm swirling around the female office staff as they studied the steely-eyed Russian. This first close-up of Alexei Riga had stunned the entire team into silence, and Amber was no exception. Built like a gladiator with a face hard enough to crack rock, the Russian oligarch looked like a man who would shoot first and ask questions later. Dangerous? Oh yes. In every way there was, Amber concluded as her sex-starved body clenched repeatedly with approval. Who wouldn’t want a shot at melting ice?
“Amber. This might interest you…”
Several disgruntled heads swiveled Amber’s way as she was singled out.
Dana was the best in the business, and the entire team wanted to come to her attention. Dana was the main reason Amber had come to London to train as an investigative journalist. The editor was a hard taskmaster, but in Amber’s opinion, there was no point in training if she didn’t finish with some war wounds to show for it. She wasn’t quite as surprised as everyone else that Dana had thought of her for this assignment, as Amber’s particular skill set made her the obvious choice, though she hadn’t expected to dig her way out of the Hatched, Matched, and Dispatched column quite so fast.
“Here is Alexei mounted alongside his teammates in the top-ranked Blood and Thunder polo team,” Dana continued. “Diego, Dante, and Cesar. All good so far,” Dana allowed, “but several times a year, these players disappear off the grid, and no one seems to know where they are, let alone what they’re doing. That’s what I need to find out. I want to dive into this story and dig out all the dirt. Who can give me what I want?”
Amber didn’t hesitate. “I can.”
“Yes. You’d be an excellent choice,” Dana agreed.
Ignoring the murmur of interest that ran around the room, Amber confirmed, “I fit the brief. I can ride. We have horses on the farm where I grew up,” she explained to her colleagues. “And, as you hinted,” she added, directing this comment to Dana Black, who was the only person in the room to have seen Amber’s full CV, “I do have some other useful skills—”
“Cooking?” one wag called out.
“I can cook,” Amber confirmed without missing a beat. “We grew a lot of our own food on the farm.”
“Turnips à la carte,” another commented snidely.
“I wish you joy of that,” the first commentator remarked. “Serving up farm food to some effete billionaire more accustomed to fine dining? That should go down well.” He laughed unpleasantly.
These meetings were highly competitive events, and not all those present were Amber’s friends. No surprise there, she thought as she jotted down every way she’d like to ride Alexei Riga into next week and back, on the pretext of scribbling important notes.
“So, what are these skills of yours?” one of the old hacks asked in a tone that made Amber bristle.
“I’m dogged.”
This produced a smirk.
“And keen,” she continued, undaunted.
A snigger spread around the room, and then someone murmured, “Arse-lick.”
“And I’m not afraid of a challenge,” Amber added, directing a death stare at the culprit. She had no intention of indulging their interest further.
The Hard News “welcome” was notorious among cub reporters, but the chance Dana had offered Amber felt like a golden opportunity to break out, and it was one she had every intention of seizing—along with Alexei Riga, Amber daydreamed, knowing she wouldn’t stand a chance in the real world.
“Good. We have our recruit,” Dana confirmed. “Accounts will arrange some modest expenses for you, Amber. You’ll be applying for a job as crew on Alexei Riga’s superyacht when it docks in Monte Carlo.”
No one was laughing now, Amber noticed.
Chapter One
He noticed the girl right away. At every port, there were managed crew changes, but this one was different from his usual recruits. Young and curious, the leggy girl was not the type of savvy help that generally peopled his yacht. He called his purser aside. “Tell me?”
“The girl? She comes with impeccable references and an interesting CV. I sent a file through to you. Bright kid. Scholarship to a top school. Chose the army over university. Selected for Special Ops training, which she completed successfully. When she left the forces, she turned up as a trainee journalist at Hard News.”
“An interesting career path.” Alexei’s brow lifted as he turned a level stare on his purser.
His man smiled faintly and inclined his head. “I thought she might prove useful in the next part of our expansion.”
“We can test her out,” Alexei agreed.
“On the practical front, she can help in the kitchen, act as stewardess, and I thought she looked presentable.”
More than, Alexei thought as the slender redhead viewed his superyacht in awe before sliding her bulky rucksack from her back in preparation for passing through security prior to boarding. Tiny shorts with frayed edges, cut from a pair of jeans, were the perfect foil for her long legs. Her backside was just the right size for his hands. Her waist was slim. Her breasts were pert, up-tilted, and almost certainly the real deal. A jumble of faded T-shirt and a fringed scarf thrown untidily around her neck completed the picture. She’d look sensational in a red silk dress, split to the waist, or a bikini of his choosing. Bet
ter still, naked.
“What does she know about us?” he asked as he watched her come aboard.
“Nothing more than the usual gossip. I thought it better to use the organic method of induction.”
“I’m good with that,” Alexei agreed.
