Billionaire Boss

The helicopter swooped low over the trees and Sara felt her stomach

roll.

Beneath her lay acres and acres of lush tropical rainforest, the canopy-forming a dense green umbrella that sheltered and concealed the exotic

mysteries of the forest floor. At any other time, she would have been

captivated by the wild, breathtaking beauty of her surroundings, but she

was far too tense to think about anything except the meeting that lay

ahead of her. The meeting and the man.

What on earth was she doing dressed in this ridiculously hot, scratchy

the suit, flying over the top of the African rainforest to throw herself at the

the mercy of a man who didn’t know the meaning of the word?

William Willson.

Brilliant, dangerous, damaged. So many words came to mind when

thinking of him, none of them tame or soothing. Shockingly wealthy and

wielding more power than kings and presidents, he was reputedly so

clever with figures that the financial press had likened him to a walking

computer. Which didn’t bode well, Sara thought gloomily as she

clutched at her seat, given her allergy to technology.

Beneath her, the trees parted and a swollen river snaked through a

deep gorge and plunged over rocks in an explosion of white froth. ‘He has properties all over the world—’ she turned to the pilot, seeking

answers to the questions bubbling in her mind ‘—so why is he living out here?’

The pilot kept his eyes on the treetops. ‘Because the world won’t leave

the man alone. He likes his privacy.’

Which fitted with what she’d heard about him. Ruthless, unemotional,

unsentimental—the list of unflattering adjectives went on and on.

Considering the man never gave interviews, there was no shortage of

information on him. ‘He’s a loner?’

‘Well, I wouldn’t exactly call him soft and cuddly, if that’s what you’re

asking, not that women seem to mind. Being bad and dangerous just

seems to bring them flocking. That and the power. Women can sniff out

power from a hundred paces. Power and money.’ The pilot fingered the

controls and then glanced towards her. ‘You don’t look like his usual

type.’

His usual type?

Wondering how anyone could mistake her for a billionaire’s

girlfriend, Sara almost laughed. ‘I have a meeting with Mr. William Willson.

His company put up the original investment for my business.’ And that

investment had changed her life. ‘He’s what they call a business angel, but

I expect you know that, given that you work for him.’

‘Angel?’ The pilot convulsed with laughter and the helicopter swooped

alarmingly close to the treetops. ‘William Willson —angel?’

‘It’s an expression. It means that he invests in small businesses that

interest him.’ And he’d been interested in hers. Until recently. The sick

feeling in her stomach was suddenly back and Sara lifted her briefcase onto her lap and stroked the surface, trying to solder her fractured

confidence.

The pilot was still laughing. ‘Angel. I don’t know what he does to

make his money but I can tell you one thing,’ he fixed his gaze on the

horizon and fiddled with the controls, ‘the man is no angel.’

Refusing to let him frighten her, Sara straightened in her seat. ‘I

don’t believe everything I read in the papers.’

‘Obviously—’ he glanced towards her and the smile on his craggy,

weathered face was faintly pitying ‘—or you wouldn’t be here. I can see

you’re a gutsy girl with a mind of your own and that’s good, it will get

you a long way out here in the jungle.’

‘There’s nothing gutsy about attending a business meeting.’

‘That would depend on who you’re doing business with.’ The

mountains rose and dipped and the helicopter swooped through a green-

clad valley. ‘And where. Not many people dare to visit the

wolf in his lair.’

Despite her determination to keep an open mind, Sara felt her mouth

dry. ‘You call him the wolf?’

‘Not me. That’s what everyone else calls him. I just call him the boss.’

His hands shifted on the controls and the helicopter lost height.

Losing her stomach and her nerve, Sara closed her eyes briefly and

tried not to also lose her lunch. She’d never been any good on roller

coasters. ‘I’m sure Mr. Willson is a very reasonable man.’

‘Are you?’ He fixed his eyes on a spot far below them. ‘Then you’ve

never met him. Hold on. We’re going down.’‘Going down?’ Sara stared at him in alarm, her worries about

sickness and the dangers of William Willson momentarily eclipsed by

that less than a reassuring statement. ‘Do you mean we’re landing or we’re

crashing?’

But the pilot didn’t answer. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw

clenched as he played with the controls. For a moment it looked as

though they were going to plunge into the trees and then, at the last

minute, a small landing pad revealed itself and he lowered the machine

down, landing like a giant insect in what seemed like a ridiculously

the small gap between the trees.

‘Not crashing, then.’ Sara gave a wobbly smile and let out the breath

she’d been holding. ‘I had a mental image of carnage.’

‘If you’re meeting with William then there’s going to be carnage.’ The

pilot flicked a switch in front of him. ‘I’ve seen grown men in tears after

five minutes with him. Take my advice and fight your corner. If there’s

one thing the boss hates, it’s wimps. Welcome to the Atlantic rainforest,

Miss Sara. One of the most endangered little ecosystems on our

planet.’

‘You’re leaving me? Here? In the middle of nowhere?’ Sara turned

her head and looked out of the window and only then did she see the

lodge—a building that seemed to consist of nothing but glass domes and

smooth, weathered wood, it blended into the forest so cleverly that it

seemed almost to have grown naturally amongst the trees. ‘Oh.’ She

looked at the walkways suspended high above the forest floor. ‘It’s

stunning. Amazing.’

The pilot was laughing to himself. ‘William —angel.’ Still chortling, he wiped a hand over his forehead and removed the beads of

sweat. ‘Out you get and keep your head down until you’re clear of the

blades. I’m flying back to Rio to pick up a package and then back to São

Paulo.’

Sara sat glued to her seat, unwilling to abandon her last link with

civilization. ‘You’re not waiting? He said I could only have ten minutes

…’

And it was completely ridiculous to have traveled all this way just for

ten minutes, but what choice did she have? It was that or give up and

there was no way she was giving up. Her one hope was that he’d agree

to give her more time because she knew that ten minutes was never

going to be enough time to dig herself out of the hole she’d fallen into.

‘If there’s anything left of you when he’s finished, I’ll come back and

pick up the pieces. Take the walkway over there to the left and,

whatever you do, don’t stray off the path. This is the jungle, not a theme

park. Watch out for the wildlife.’

‘Wildlife?’ She’d been too busy worrying about the meeting to even

think about wildlife. She glanced dubiously into the dense forest that

surrounded them. Some parts were in total shade whereas in others the

sun penetrated the thick canopy of trees and was channeled onto the

forest floor like spotlights. Was it her imagination or was it all moving?

‘You mean insects?’

He gave a wicked smile. ‘Over two thousand different species at the

last estimation. And they’re just the ones we know about.’

Trying not to think about all those legs scurrying towards her, Sara

smoothed her skirt over her knees and wished she’d worn trousers. ‘And snakes?’

‘Oh, yes, there are snakes—’ his grin widened as he glanced towards

her thoroughly inadequate shoes ‘—and then there are the giant

anteaters, jaguars, and the—’

‘OK, I think I’ve heard enough,’ she said breathlessly, interrupting him

with a shaky smile. Any moment now she’d be clinging to his arm and

begging him to fly her home. ‘I’m sure Mr. William wouldn’t live here if it

were that dangerous. The pilot threw back his head and laughed. ‘You don’t know

the first thing about him. He lives here because it’s that dangerous, baby

doll. He has a low boredom threshold. Likes to live life on the edge, so to

speak.