The Tycoon's Red Hot Marriage Merger Read Online Free

demand control over Nelson Industries for compensation.”
    Marco’s toes suffered another round of ill-timed steps. He doubted she had tripped over her feet accidentally. Cassandra lacked experience dancing, but she more than made up for it with her ability to provoke him.
    A first. No one had ever dared to cross him professionally, or personally. Tonight Cassandra had done both.
    She was different. And that made her intriguing and raised his curiosity. That he wanted to unravel her mystery unnerved him more than he cared to admit. Still, this was business, nothing more. He couldn’t afford to lose sight of his original objective. Revenge.
    He twirled her away, then back into his frame. “Experience and age trump education and brains.” He would maintain the upper hand in all things related to Cassandra Nelson. “I’m the one in control. You have no wiggle room.”
    She met his gaze, unflinching. Her eyes reminded him of the glaciers and the northern Atlantic seas, and sexy bedroom promises flashed in their darkening pupils.
    “You need more than my name, Marco. I know the company—was raised in it from the time I could toddle across the living room floor. In addition to having a lifetime of experience to supplement my Ivy League education, I know the people you want to impress,” Cassandra said, shifting her glance to the left, then back to meet his. “This plan will fail if you don’t install me as Chief Operating Officer.”
    “I’m a traditional man who has traditional expectations.”
    She snorted. “You don’t act very traditional according to the last tabloid article I read.”
    “You shouldn’t believe everything you read in those magazines.” He dipped her low, holding her close, their faces separated by scant millimeters. “If I’m going to look like I belong in your world, you have to act like you want to be in charge of our social calendar, which is exactly why the plan will succeed.”
    Pink tinted her cheeks and her breath hitched. “You don’t want to throw a woman with my pedigree and degrees into the country club to drink cocktails and schmooze with other wives. Not when I’m the brains behind my company’s success.”
    Her breath mingled with his. Minty. Sweet. Tantalizing. He wanted to break the distance between them. Taste her lips.
    Marco moved Cassandra closer, swirling her round again. “Frankly, I’m wondering if you have the equipment to be a proper wife,” he said, raking his gaze from the top of her head to below her waistline.
    A hint of hurt flashed in her expressive blue eyes, then she gave her head a little shake as if trying to give herself an inner pep talk. “I assure you that I’ve got everything it takes to become your wife.” Cassandra’s voice matched the coldness in her stare, and then she pressed the fullness of her breasts against him. Quickly, she twirled away from his grasp and looked south. “Do you have what it takes to make me one?” she asked, raising her left brow.
    He laughed again. Twice she’d surprised him with her snappy comebacks. Though he’d done his best to put her off her game, she refused to let him win. And damn it all to hell and back, he liked her quick mind and her ability to hold her precarious ground.
    His chest tightened and a warning sounded deep within him. She could be dangerous if he allowed her to get too close. Once again, he had to remind her who was in charge of the deal.
    Marco pulled her back into his body, then tilted her chin upward, bringing his mouth an atom’s breadth from hers. “Oh, trust me. I have all the necessary equipment.”
    Cassandra’s eyes widened. “Obviously you’re more than capable,” she said, then she shifted against the evidence of his desire.
    “I assume you’re capable , too.”
    The color in her face traveled lower, lower, lower. He could see the rosy hue blush at the apex of her cleavage. He could feel her breasts tighten against him through the layers of their clothing. Oh, she