Kostas's Convenient Bride. Lucy Monroe

there were plenty in the business who really believed in matching two people meant to be together, but this woman? She was every bit as predatory in her way as Andreas. Kayla had learned to read people very young.

      If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have survived her childhood.

      Genevieve of the Patterson Group did not read as caring about long-term happiness or emotional harmony by any stretch of the imagination.

      “My track record speaks for itself,” the woman said now, superiority in her tone and the tilt of her head. So, impressed and happy to have Andreas as a client, but arrogant and utterly sure of herself, as well.

      “If it didn’t, I wouldn’t consider your twenty-five-thousand-dollar retainer.”

      Kayla gasped. “I’m pretty sure you can buy a bride who looks like a supermodel for that kind of money.”

      Or, you know, marry the woman who had loved him for the last eight years and waited in hope for the past six.

      “Your employer isn’t looking for a trophy bride, he’s interested in finding someone to share his life with.” The matchmaker’s self-righteous rhetoric would be a lot more convincing if she’d protested as vehemently at Andreas referring to finding a wife as the next item on his goal list.

      If Andreas was really looking for a soul mate, he wouldn’t look beyond the one woman he’d called friend for nearly a decade. Would he?

      They hadn’t broken up because they weren’t good together. They’d ended their sexual relationship because Andreas had very strict views in regard to business and personal relationships. They’d never had what one might term a romantic relationship.

      It had been friends with benefits.

      Kayla had thought that was changing, that their relationship was morphing into something deeper.

      She had been wrong.

      Andreas had wanted to morph it all right, but not into something more personal. He’d wanted her senior project software design as the cornerstone for his new digital security company. And he’d made it very clear that he valued her skills as a programmer above her willingness to share his bed.

      The six-year-old rejection she’d thought dealt with and dormant erupted with the power to leave her heart in ashes.

      She had to get out of there.

      Forcing her emotions behind the blank face she’d carefully crafted during a childhood bouncing from one foster home to another, Kayla asked, “Why am I here? What do you need from me?”

      “You are my business partner,” Andreas said, like that explained everything.

      “Five-percent ownership hardly makes me a material partner.” It was an old argument, one Andreas had never given in on.

      The expression on the matchmaker’s face said she agreed with Kayla, though.

      Andreas frowned. The man didn’t like being corrected and barely tolerated it from Kayla, but she never let that stop her from saying what needed saying. At least when it came to the business.

      “You are my partner and this change in circumstance will affect the business and therefore you, by default.” Andreas’s tone brooked no argument.

      Kayla was still confused, though, something she was used to when it came to interpersonal relationships, but not their company. “Why?”

      She wasn’t in the running. This whole “pay a matchmaker ridiculous amounts of money” thing made that very clear. And it hurt. Badly.

      But she was confident Andreas had no clue. So, why was he so convinced Kayla’s life was going to be impacted?

      Once again, he was giving her a look that said she’d missed something. Since he’d missed the fact she’d been in love with him since the beginning, she didn’t feel as badly about that as she usually would have.

      Genevieve spoke, her tone one you might use with a small child. “Marriage brings about significant changes in a person’s life and since Andreas is the heart and blood of this company, it stands to reason his marriage will have a significant impact on the company and its higher-level employees.”

      Andreas’s eyelid twitched at the familiar address, or maybe it was the reference to employees rather than partners, but he didn’t correct Genevieve.

      “Are we going public, then?” They’d been discussing it, or at least Andreas had been telling her he was thinking about it for the past year.

      Doing so would make him a billionaire for real, not just net worth. Kayla wouldn’t do badly out of it either. She’d be able to fund an entire chain of Kayla for Kids facilities, instead of the single local group home for foster children, with neighborhood after-school activities, she currently did.

      “No.” Andreas frowned. “I answer to no one.”

      Now, that didn’t surprise her. While she might have dreams of funding Kayla for Kids houses in every major city, she knew how unlikely that really was. Andreas did not want to answer to shareholders, or a board of directors. His father had dictated things about Andreas’s life when he’d had no way to stop the overbearing Greek tycoon, and no way would her Greek-American business mogul ever tolerate someone else having major say in his life again.

      “Perhaps you should consider selling the company outright as you spoke about at our first meeting. It would free you up to make your search for the right marital partner,” Genevieve suggested, her tone implying she thought it an imminently practical solution. “Being a liquid billionaire wouldn’t hurt your chances in the dating pool either. I’m sure we could snag you royalty.”

      So much for not looking for a trophy wife.

      Kayla couldn’t get a full breath. “You want him to sell the company?” So he could buy a princess?

      “It is one solution.”

      “To what?” So far, Kayla didn’t see a problem that needed solving.

      Except the whole buy a bride thing. And Andreas had plenty of money to do that without selling their company. Without ripping out from under her everything she’d spent the last six years building.

      “Andreas cannot continue to put in twelve-to sixteen-hour days. It’s part of the agreement with my firm.” Genevieve tapped her tablet with one long fingernail.

      “You signed an agreement?” Kayla asked Andreas.

      He gave her that look. The one that implied she was a few steps behind in the business side of a discussion. It had happened before.

      But this was crazy.

      “That limits the number of hours you work?” she clarified.

      “Yes.”

      “That doesn’t mean you have to consider selling the company.” Andreas wouldn’t give in on this particular issue, would he? It was too important.

      He might not love Kayla. Heck, maybe he’d never even really cared about her as anything but a brilliant programmer with a new idea, but he cared about their company. It wasn’t just Kayla who’d found stability and a purpose with KJ Software.

      Andreas had always been crazy protective when it came to the company and pure predator in his role as president. The idea that he would even consider selling it should be ludicrous. Only, the calculating expression in Andreas’s green gaze made Kayla’s short nails dig into suddenly sweaty palms.

      No. He’d made comments over the past year. Sarcastic one-offs about selling KJ Software that she’d given the credence they deserved.

       None.

      Andreas might be the lifeblood of the company, but Genevieve had gotten it wrong. Kayla’s job might technically be director of research and development, but she was KJ Software’s heart and