His Last Chance at Redemption. Michelle Conder

get up and run away. And while the place was undoubtedly beautiful, it lacked soul. It lacked that special quality that made a house a home.

      Not that it mattered, she thought, as she stopped in the doorway of the main sitting room, when the exterior walls were made up almost entirely of glass and showcased a view of London Lexi would normally have to buy a ticket to see.

      And in front of that impressive wall of glass was the impressive sight of a brooding Leo Aleksandrov, pacing up and down like a tiger trapped in a too small cage.

      As if sensing her presence, he stopped, and Lexi felt every one of her senses go on high alert as his eyes swept over her.

      She normally had to buy a ticket to see a man like him as well. Usually on a movie screen. His virility was not at all adversely affected by the slightly crumpled shirt that clung to his wide shoulders. He’d rolled his shirtsleeves to reveal powerful, hair-roughened forearms; Lexi already knew the leashed power behind those arms and she shivered.

      He broke her train of thought by shoving his hands into his pockets and she felt a flood of colour swamp her face as she realised that she’d been caught staring.

      Pretending she wasn’t at all flustered by his presence—and wishing it was the truth—she smiled briefly and then turned away to search the room for her bag. ‘Ty is asleep and I’m leaving.’

      ‘You can’t.’

      She stopped in the middle of the room and looked at him. ‘Excuse me?’

      ‘I’ve dismissed Mrs Parsons.’

      ‘Why would you do that? She was perfect.’

      He regarded her levelly. ‘She doesn’t have a passport.’

      Lexi didn’t hide her shock. ‘You dismissed a woman on the grounds that she’s not well traveled? That’s a bit narrow-minded isn’t it?’

      ‘I didn’t dismiss her because of that,’ he flashed at her, rubbing the back of his neck as if this whole conversation was terribly unnecessary. ‘Look, perhaps you should sit down.’

      ‘I don’t want to sit down,’ she flashed right back.

      ‘I’m just as unhappy about this turn of events as you are but, realistically, it would have taken Ty too long to get used to her anyway.’

      Lexi raised an eyebrow. He’d become an expert on his son now had he? ‘So who are you going to get to help you out?’ she asked, knowing before she’d even finished her question what his answer would be. ‘No.’ She shook her head and spoke before he’d even opened his mouth. ‘That’s not possible.’

      ‘I will, of course, pay you for your time.’

      ‘No!’

      His lack of any response to her vehemence made her nervous. ‘Anyway, I’m busy this weekend,’ she said, hating that she felt as if she had to explain herself to this man. She moistened her lips and watched his eyes follow the movement. His gaze lingered and once again she wondered how his lips would feel against her own. Aimee’s words about his sexual prowess popped into her head and her lips were once again bone-dry.

      Oh, Lord, she had to get out of here.

      His eyes returned to hers and she expelled a breath in a rush.

      ‘Doing?’

      ‘I’m going to Paris,’ she declared. Deciding there and then that she’d give Simon a chance. It was time. Past time. And Simon was a saint compared to this man.

      ‘Your friend seemed to think you hadn’t yet made up your mind.’

      Lexi frowned, wondering how he knew that. ‘Aimee doesn’t know everything,’ she said, slightly flustered.

      ‘And whom are you going to the city of light with, hmmm?’

      Lexi felt her jaw clench at his supercilious tone. Simon would never have asked that question! He was well-mannered, polite, civilised, boring …

      No. He was perfect.

      Frustrated with her erratic thoughts, Lexi glanced towards the entrance foyer and wondered if she shouldn’t just head for the door and be done with Leo Aleksandrov.

      As if sensing her intention, his body tensed, his eyes fixed on her as if he would spring if she made the slightest movement to flee.

      ‘You haven’t answered my question.’

      ‘Because it’s none of your business!’ she exclaimed hotly.

      His penetrating gaze held hers but his body relaxed as if her answer had been predictable. Then he made her teeth clench even harder when he smiled knowingly. ‘I’ll send you and your lover first class next weekend.’

      Lexi’s eyebrows hit her hairline. ‘You’ll send?’ she repeated indignantly. Just who did this man think he was?

      ‘Pay. Organise.’ He blew out a frustrated breath. ‘Stop getting caught up on semantics.’

      ‘Mr Aleksandrov, I—’

      ‘I have to go to Greece for the weekend. I need somebody I can trust to take care of Ty.’

      ‘You want me to go to Greece with you? For the long weekend?’

      Lexi wasn’t even prepared to go into the next room with him, let alone another country!

      ‘No. I was taking Mrs Parsons to Greece because she is an unknown entity for both myself and Ty, and I felt it was better to have her close by. You, on the other hand, are not an unknown entity. You have looked after my son for two years and you will be perfectly fine to take care of him here, in London. And, as I said—’ he paused, regarding her calmly ‘—I’ll pay you. Well.’

      ‘Is money your answer to everything?’ Lexi snapped.

      ‘Not everything, no.’

      Her lips compressed at his sensually mocking smile.

      ‘How much?’ he asked with quiet confidence.

      Lexi tried not to be intimidated by his size and understated force of will. Hadn’t he realised that she wasn’t the type of person who could be bought? Or was he the type of person who paid off everyone in order to get his own way? She wouldn’t be at all surprised to find out that he was. ‘You mean I can name my price?’ she asked sweetly, as if she might actually be considering his offer.

      ‘What’s the number?’ he demanded curtly, his smile flattening as if her answer had displeased him, though why that should be the case she hadn’t a clue.

      Lexi paused. Would he pay any figure? For a minute she was tempted to find out but she didn’t play these types of games and it would give her more satisfaction to put him—and his open bank account—in their rightful place.

      ‘The number is that there is no number. You don’t deserve my help. Goodbye.’

      Lexi didn’t look at him as she picked up her bag and dropped her mobile phone inside. She was about to stride out of the door with her head held high when Leo’s quiet voice stopped her.

      ‘I might not. But Ty does.’

      Lexi turned and stared at him incredulously. ‘Are you trying to emotionally blackmail me now?’

      ‘If it means you’ll stay, yes.’

      Lexi couldn’t believe the gall of the man. Had he no shame?

      ‘You get a girl pregnant and then don’t even have the decency to get to know your own flesh and blood and now you’ll do whatever it takes to have someone you don’t even know take care of him. What kind of a man are you?’

      He jammed his hands onto his hips and glared at her. ‘Don’t pass judgement on things you don’t understand.’

      ‘Oh, I understand all right,’ Lexi fumed. ‘I understand that your