Billionaire Boss's Innocent Bride

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Alexandra Hill is worlds away from Max Goodwin's usual choice of glamorous employee. But this CEO needs a secretary--fast. He hires Alex, with one condition: a makeover! Soon she's turned from dowdy assistant to stunning beauty--and Max's thoughts turn from professional to very personal indeed....

Max's playboy lifestyle couldn't be more different from Alex's convent-school upbringing. But Alex doesn't want to be just mistress to a billionaire....

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Overview

Alexandra Hill is worlds away from Max Goodwin's usual choice of glamorous employee. But this CEO needs a secretary--fast. He hires Alex, with one condition: a makeover! Soon she's turned from dowdy assistant to stunning beauty--and Max's thoughts turn from professional to very personal indeed....

Max's playboy lifestyle couldn't be more different from Alex's convent-school upbringing. But Alex doesn't want to be just mistress to a billionaire. However, Max decided long ago that he would never take a wife....

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  • ISBN-13: 9780263203882
  • Publisher: Gale Group
  • Publication date: 10/28/2008

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They say you can take someone who was born in Africa out of the bush but you can't take the bush out of someone born there....

Lindsay Armstrong was born in South Africa. She grew up with three ambitions: to become a writer, to travel the world, and to be a game ranger.

She didn't achieve the last one, but her fascination for wildlife and that special something about Africa and its big game still remains with her. When she went to work it was in travel, at an agency and an airline, and this started her on the road to seeing the world.

She met her New Zealand-born husband, who had been working in West Africa, when he was on his way home through Johannesburg. He did go home but in a matter of weeks he was back in South Africa, and six months later they were married. Three of their five children were born in South Africa. Then one in London and one in Australia, after they made the decision to emigrate from South Africa.

It wasn't until her youngest child started school that Lindsay sat down at the kitchen table determined to tackle her other ambition — to stop dreaming about writing and do it! She hasn't stopped since.

She's not happy unless she has a book under way, and she's discovered she can write through just about anything.

She and her husband have moved around a lot. They've trained racehorses, farmed, and lived on their boat for six months while they sailed it from the Gold Coast to the Torres Strait and back, an epic voyage! They currently live in Queensland, overlooking the water; they sold their farm, and they're looking around for another boat.

Lindsay and her husband love to travel and have been back to Africatwice in thepast few years. The highlight of one of their trips was a visit to the Serengeti, in Tanzania, where Lindsay did the one thing she swore she would never do: take a ride in a hot-air balloon. She was a nervous wreck as the balloon tottered upright, but will remember it as a unique experience to see the game spreading out on the Serengeti plain beneath her as the sun rose.

Despite this passion for wildlife and Africa, Lindsay considers Australia her home now and loves the country. She traveled to Sydney to witness the closing weekend of the Olympic Games in September 2000; it made her proud to be an Aussie!

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Alexandra Hill arrived home in Brisbane on a particularly chilly May morning.

She'd been on a skiing holiday in the Southern Alps with a group of friends. And while it had been freezing in Canberra when she'd boarded the flight muffled up in a scarf and ski jacket, she hadn't expected to be grateful for these items of clothing in sub-tropical Brisbane even in winter.

But as it went on to be the coldest May day on record, she was still wearing her coat when she stepped out of the taxi she'd taken from the airport—to find her boss waiting for her on the doorstep of her small terrace house in Spring Hill.

Simon Wellford, ginger-haired and chubby and whose brainchild Wellford Interpreting Services was, threw his arms around her. 'Thank heavens! Your neighbour wasn't sure if you were due home today or tomorrow. I need you, Alex. I really need you,' he said passionately.

Alex, who happened to know Simon was happily married, removed herself from his clutches and said prosaically, 'I'm still on holiday, Simon, so—'

'I know,' he interrupted, 'but I'll make it up, I promise!'

Alex sighed. She worked for Simon as an interpreter and had come to know him as somewhat impulsive. 'What emergency this time?' she enquired.

'I wouldn't call it an emergency, definitely not,' he denied. 'Would you call Goodwin Minerals anything but an absolute coup?'

'I don't know anything about Goodwin Minerals and I don't know what you're talking about, Simon!'

He clicked his tongue. 'It's huge, it's a blue-chip mining company and it's going into China. Well—' he waved a hand '—they're about to embark on negotiations here in Brisbane with a Chinese consortium, but one of theirMandarin interpreters has fallen sick and they need a replacement. Almost immediately,' he added.

Alex dropped her tote bag onto her roller suitcase. 'On-site interpreting?' she queried.

Simon hesitated. 'Look, I know you've only done document and telephone work for me, Alex, but you're damn good at it!'

Alex put her hands on her hips. 'If we're talking mining here, are we also talking technical terms?'

Simon glanced at her keenly as he thought, I wish we were—then said, 'No. It's for the social events they need you. They…' he hesitated '… wanted to be assured you'd be comfortable in formal social circumstances.'

'So you told them I don't eat my peas with my knife,' Alex remarked, then started to laugh at his injured expression.

'I told them you came from a diplomatic background. That seemed to reassure them,' he said a little stiffly because, if the truth be told, he did have one reservation about Alex and this job and it was neither her manners nor her fluency in Mandarin… it was the way she dressed.

He'd never seen her in anything but jeans, although she did have a variety of long scarves she liked to wind round her neck—and her hair was obviously a bit of a trial to her. She also wore glasses.

A classic bluestocking, one could be forgiven for thinking. Not that it had ever mattered how she dressed, because telephone interpreting and document translation were all behind-the-scenes stuff. In fact she did a lot of it from home. You would expect no less than a high social scene from the prominent Goodwin Minerals, though.

He broke his thoughts off with a jerk of his chin. He could sort that out later; getting the job was the important thing and he was running out of time.

'Hop in the car, Alex,' he instructed. 'We've got an interview with Goodwins in about twenty minutes.'

She gazed at him. 'Simon—you're joking! I've just arrived home. I need to shower and change at least and I'm not even sure I want to do this!'

Alex…' he strode across the pavement and opened the passenger door of his car '… please.'

'No, hang on, Simon. Do you mean to tell me you committed me to an interview and you committed Wellford's to this job with Goodwin Minerals when you weren't even sure I was coming home today?'

'I know it sounds a bit, well…' He shrugged.

'It sounds exactly like you, Simon Wellford,' she told him wearily.

'Great men seize the moment,' he responded. 'This could lead to an awful lot of work coming our way from Goodwins, Alex. It could be the making of Wellfords—and,' he paused suddenly before saying, 'Rosanna's pregnant.'

Alex blinked at her boss. Rosanna was Simon's wife and this would be their first child so the future of the interpreting service would be especially important now.

'Why didn't you say so at the beginning?' she demanded, then her gaze softened and she beamed at him. 'Oh, Simon, that's wonderful news!'

Once in the car, some of the difficulties associated with this mission came back to her, however.

'How am I going to explain the way I'm dressed?'

Simon glanced at her. 'Tell 'em the truth. You've just arrived back from a skiing holiday. We'll be dealing with a Margaret Winston, by the way. She's Max Goodwin's principal private secretary.'

'Max Goodwin?'

'The driving force behind Goodwin Minerals—don't tell me you haven't heard of him either?'

'Well, I haven't. Simon—' Alex clutched the arm rest as he wove his way through the city traffic '—do you have to drive so fast?'

'I don't want to be late. He's a very powerful man, Max Goodwin, and—'

'Simon!' Alex interrupted urgently, but it was too late. A delivery truck pulled out unexpectedly in front of them and, despite a liberal application of the brakes, they bumped into the back of it.

Simon Wellford clutched the steering wheel and groaned heavily as he stared at the crumpled tip of his bonnet. Then he turned his head to Alex. 'Are you all right?'

'Fine, slightly jolted, that's all. How about you?'

'The same.' He flinched as the driver of the truck, a burly annoyed-looking man, hove into view. 'But this just about wrecks it all.'

'How far away are we?'Alex asked.

'Only a block but—'

'Why can't I go on my own? You won't be able to leave the scene for a while but I can go, can't I? What's her name again?'

Simon sat up. 'Margaret Winston, and it's Goodwin House, next block on the left, fifteenth floor. Alex, I'll really owe you if we get this,' he said intensely.

'I'll do my best!' She got out of the car, but before she closed the door Simon said, 'If all else fails, dazzle 'em with your Mandarin!'

She laughed.

In the event it wasn't only Margaret Winston Alex found herself confronting, it was Max Goodwin as well, and a Chinese gentleman, Mr Li, all of which contributed to her rather breathless disarray on top of having run the last block to Goodwin House.

But it was Margaret Winston, middle-aged, her brown hair exquisitely coiffured and wearing a tailored olive-green suit, who showed Alex into Max Goodwin's impressive office.

A wall of windows looked down on the Brisbane River as it flowed around leafy Kangaroo Point beneath the Storey Bridge. A sea of royal-blue carpet covered the floor. There was a vast desk at one end and some fascinating etchings of Brisbane, in its early days, framed in gold on the walls. At the other end there was a brown leather buttoned three-piece lounge suite set about a coffee table.

And Max Goodwin himself was impressive.

For some reason Simon's brief summing-up had led Alex to expect a tough, rugged man, even perhaps leathery, as the billionaire mining magnate who headed the company.

Max Goodwin was anything but that. In his middle thirties, she judged, he was the most intriguing-looking man she'd seen for years. Not only was he a fine physical specimen beneath the faultless tailoring of his navy-blue suit, he also had rather remarkable dense blue eyes. His hair was dark and the planes and angles of his face were sculpted finely and his mouth was thin and chiselled.

There was absolutely nothing gnarled and leathery about him, although he could well be mentally tough, she thought, even downright dangerous. There was a kind of eagle intensity to those dark blue eyes that gave every intimation of a man who knew what he wanted—and got it.

Her next thought was that she wasn't what he wanted at all…

It was a feeling he confirmed when, following the introductions and after a lingering assessment of her, he rubbed his jaw irritably and said, 'Oh, for crying out loud! Margaret—'

'Mr Goodwin,' Margaret Winston broke in purposefully, 'I have not been able to get anyone else, tomorrow afternoon is approaching fast and Mr Wellford assured me Ms Hill here is extremely competent and has a comprehensive command of the language.'

'That may be so,' Max Goodwin stated, 'but she looks about eighteen and as if she's run away from her convent school.'

Alex cleared her throat. 'I can assure you I'm twenty-one, sir. And forgive me for suggesting this but is it wise to judge a book by its cover?' She paused, then bowed and said it all over again, in Mandarin.

Mr Li stepped forward at this point and introduced himself as one of the interpreting team. He engaged Alex in a detailed conversation, then bowed to her and said to Max Goodwin, 'Very fluent, Mr Goodwin, very correct and respectful.'

The silence that followed was filled with tension as Max Goodwin locked gazes with her, and then he studied her comprehensively from head to toe again.

Maybe not eighteen, he decided. But without any trace of make-up, with her slippery, shiny mass of mousey hair coming loose in all directions from the knot she'd tied it in, with her steel-rimmed spectacles, her tracksuit and sheepskin boots—she'd taken off a bulky jacket on arrival but there was still hardly any shape to her—she did not look soignée and that was what he needed!

Unless—he had another look at Ms Hill—well, it mightn't be impossible. She was fairly tall, always a plus when you were a little on the dumpy side, figure-wise. Her hands were actually slim and elegant, her skin was actually rather creamy, and her eyes…

He narrowed his own and made a request. 'Would you take your glasses off for a moment?'

Alex blinked, then did as requested and Max Goodwin nodded. Her eyes were a clear, fascinating tawny hazel.

'Uh,' he said, 'thanks, Margaret, I'll handle this for the moment. Thank you, Mr Li. Please sit down, Miss Hill.' He gestured to a brown leather armchair.

Alex took a seat and he sat down opposite and laid his arm along the back of the settee. 'Tell me about your background,' he went on, 'and how you come to speak Mandarin.'

'My father was in the Diplomatic Corps. I had—' she smiled '—what you could call a globe-trotting childhood and languages seem to come easily to me. I picked up Mandarin when we lived in Beijing for five years.'

'A diplomatic background,' he said thoughtfully. 'So, do you see yourself working as an interpreter as your career?'

'Not really, but it is a good way of keeping up my skills, and keeping the wolf from the door,' she added humorously. 'But I'm thinking of aiming for the Diplomatic Corps myself. I haven't long been out of university, where I majored in languages.'

He ruffled his dark hair. Then he said abruptly, 'Would you object to a makeover?'

She stared at him and the silence lengthened during which she, quite ridiculously, noted his pale grey tie with navy polka dots and the fact that he had a small scar at the outward end of his left eyebrow.

She cleared her throat. 'You obviously don't think I look the part. I—'

'Do you think you'd feel the part?' he broke in. And he reeled off a list of functions that made Alex blink: cocktail parties, a luncheon, a golf day, a river cruise, a dinner dance amongst them.

'Look,' she interrupted in turn, 'I think we may be wasting each other's time, Mr Goodwin. I simply don't have the wardrobe to cater for all that and I may not have the—what's the word?—elan for it either. Straight interpreting is one thing, this is quite another.'

'I'd provide the wardrobe. You could keep it.'

'Oh. No. I couldn't,' she said awkwardly. 'It's kind of you but, no, thank you.'

'It's not kind at all,' he replied impatiently. 'It would be a legitimate expense in this instance, therefore tax deductible. And it's not as if it would be part of me "keeping" you in return for specific favours.'

Alex's lips parted. 'Definitely,' she said tartly.

He grinned suddenly, his eyes alight with wicked amusement. 'Why not, then?'

Alex wriggled in her chair, then folded her hands in her lap. 'I would feel—I would feel uncomfortable. I would feel bought even if not for the usual reasons.'

Max Goodwin eyed the ceiling. 'Give 'em all back to me, then. I'm sure I could find someone who'd appreciate them.'

'That would be more appropriate,' she mused, 'but there's something else. To be perfectly honest, I would feel a certain amount of chagrin that you don't consider the real me good enough.'

'It's not that,' he said through his teeth. 'I just don't want you to feel like Cinderella. OK, yes—' he raised his hand '—I also need the other side to take you seriously, therefore a slightly more sophisticated aura would be a help.'

Alex chewed her lip. Part of her would like to decline, she decided. There was plenty about Max Goodwin that rubbed her up the wrong way—sheer arrogance, for one thing. How pleasant would it be to turn the tables on him, though? To prove to him she would not be an embarrassment to him, something he'd barely, just barely, stopped short of saying?

She looked down at herself rather ruefully at that point. She'd had no opportunity to explain why she looked rather dishevelled or why she was dressed the way she was—on a point of pride she wouldn't deign to do so now anyway.

But it was a challenge and it could be really interesting.

And there was Simon and his company to consider, not to mention the coming baby…

'I guess I could give it a go,' she said, 'although—' she shrugged '—I didn't that long ago leave my convent, for what it's worth, Mr Goodwin, only about a year ago.'

Something like amazement touched his eyes. 'You were a nun?'

'Oh, no. But my parents died when I was seventeen and a boarder at the convent, so I stayed on. The Mother Superior was related to my father—my only living relative. And I boarded with them during my time at university. She died last year.'

'I—see. Well, I was going to say that explains it, but what does it explain?' he asked himself rhetorically and smiled whimsically.

'It probably explains why I'm a bit of a plain Jane, why I'm used to a simple, useful life,' she told him gravely. 'It doesn't mean to say I can be imposed upon.'

He stared at her. 'You're worried that I might be tempted to take advantage of you, Miss Hill?'

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