Stolen Kiss with Her Billionaire Boss
Christmas at the Harrington Park Hotel
From London, with love...
It’s official! The Harrington Park Hotel is finally back in the hands of the family that founded it. And James, Sally and Hugo—the children of the hotel’s late and great owner, Rupert—are determined to return it to its former glory. Just in time for the festive season!
But it’s not just the Harrington Park Hotel that could do with a little holiday magic... It’s the love lives of the Harrington siblings, who until now had drifted apart. This Christmas in Regent’s Park, redemption and love might be closer than they think.
Discover Chloe and James’s story in Christmas Reunion in Paris by Liz Fielding
Read Edward and Sally’s story in Their Royal Baby Gift by Kandy Shepherd
And find out Erin and Hugo’s story in Stolen Kiss with Her Billionaire Boss by Susan Meier
All available now!
Dear Reader,
Harrington Park Hotel was a fixture in London in its day. But after decades of mismanagement and neglect, it stood in ruins until Hugo Harrington, son of the original owners, got the opportunity to buy it. He’s a billionaire developer whose specialty is hotels because he grew up watching his dad turn Harrington Park into a one-of-a-kind experience for families—especially on Christmas Eve.
But fate’s got some surprises in store for Hugo. First, he thought buying the hotel and involving his brother and sister in the renovations would reunite his family. He was wrong.
Second, he hadn’t counted on falling in love with beautiful Erin Hunter, his event planner. He’s sure he can handle all the drama and work surrounding the most important project of his life. But Erin’s not sure the driven businessman is the right man for her, and Hugo’s not sure he’s the right man for anybody. It seems one of them is going to end up with a broken heart—while the fate of the hotel hangs in the balance.
I hope you enjoy Hugo and Erin’s unexpected, unpredictable journey to finding real love.
Susan Meier
Stolen Kiss with Her Billionaire Boss
Susan Meier
Susan Meier is the author of over fifty books for Harlequin. The Tycoon’s Secret Daughter was a Romance Writers of America RITA® Award finalist, and Nanny for the Millionaire’s Twins won the Book Buyers Best Award and was a finalist in the National Readers’ Choice Awards. Susan is married and has three children. One of eleven children herself, she loves to write about the complexity of families and totally believes in the power of love.
Books by Susan Meier
Harlequin Romance
The Missing Manhattan Heirs
Cinderella’s Billion-Dollar Christmas
The Bodyguard and the Heiress
Hired by the Unexpected Billionaire
Manhattan Babies
Carrying the Billionaire’s Baby
A Diamond for the Single Mom
Falling for the Pregnant Heiress
The Princes of Xaviera
Pregnant with a Royal Baby!
Wedded for His Royal Duty
A Mistletoe Kiss with the Boss
The Boss’s Fake Fiancée
The Spanish Millionaire’s Runaway Bride
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
To my dad, who loved Christmas Eve. He’s the model I used to create Hugo, James and Sally’s dad, who always made Christmas Eve special.
With abundant thanks to Liz Fielding and Kandy Shepard... So fun to work with you ladies on these wonderful stories!
Praise for
Susan Meier
“Are you looking for that book that will fill your heart with a warm glow? Then look no farther than Falling for the Pregnant Heiress. Susan Meier has once again told a story of two people you believe are real...you will not want to miss. The ending will melt your heart.”
—Goodreads
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
Excerpt from Awakening His Shy Cinderella by Sophie Pembroke
PROLOGUE
Late November
AT ITS HEART, betrayal was always personal. It plowed deep ruts in a man’s soul and weakened him until he almost couldn’t breathe.
Though only seventeen when his betrayal hit, Hugo Harrington had fought the emotions threatening to suffocate him. He’d been framed for the embezzling done by his stepfather, and his mother had taken the side of her new husband, who had ordered Hugo to leave their home.
He hadn’t been given time to say goodbye to his younger brother and sister, twins. He’d been told to pack and go. Every year, he’d sent a Christmas card to his siblings. Every year, he’d had no response. It was as if he’d been erased. Forgotten.
Still, he’d refused to let his losses or the wounds from being cast aside destroy him. Recognizing that if he let himself wallow he’d live the rest of his life alone, in the muck and mire of grief—taking the blame for something he hadn’t done—his brain had sharpened. Not to save himself, but because some losses were unacceptable. Some wrongs had to be avenged. Some wounds wouldn’t heal without justice.
He’d waited seventeen years for the chance to take possession of London’s Harrington Park Hotel, and with it the opportunity to extend an olive branch to his brother and sister, but it had finally arrived.
“Mr. Harrington...” The voice of his personal assistant entered his private office via the speaker of his phone.
He turned from the wall of glass that displayed a jaw-dropping view of the Manhattan skyline with buildings appearing to be so close he could reach out and touch them. The sense that he was standing on top of the world filled him. That bolstered him too. It hadn’t been easy getting here. But just like his opportunity, he had also arrived.
“Yes, Victoria.”
“Your ten o’clock appointment is here.”
“Send her in.”
He walked from the window to his desk but didn’t sit. The door opened and Erin Hunter entered. Her straight red hair fell to her shoulders in a blunt cut that always reminded Hugo of her no-nonsense attitude about work. Her efficient navy-blue wool suit appealed to the buttoned-up businessman in him. He currently resided in Manhattan, but he was a Londoner, born and raised. Precise and driven, he’d surrounded himself with only the best.
Erin Hunter was the best.
“Good morning, Erin.” He motioned to the chairs across from his desk. “Please have a seat.”
She sat, primly angling her legs toward the back of the chair and crossing her ankles.
“I have a new project. Probably the most important project of my life.”
Her eyebrows rose. But a prudent subcontractor of his hotel development firm, she didn’t pounce at his first words. She waited.
“The property in question is old and in need of so many repairs that work will be nonstop. It’s in London. Formerly family-owned—” He nearly choked on those words. He wouldn’t explain that it was his family who had owned it. The horrible truth would come out in good time. Maybe in London, after they’d been at the hotel a few d
ays, when the sting of it wouldn’t be so sharp, so cutting. “It passed to the hands of an incompetent and fell into bankruptcy. I scooped it up for a song.”
She smiled. She loved a good business deal as much as he did.
“I want the grand opening to occur on Christmas Eve.”
At that her mouth dipped. He was telling her they had weeks, not months, as they usually had. Still, she’d always risen to every challenge.
“Christmas Eve? Four weeks from now?”
“Yes.”
She might have risen to every other challenge, but today she pushed herself up off the chair. “I’m sorry, Mr. Harrington. I’m booked.”
“Booked?” He stood too. It wasn’t that he didn’t realize she had other clients. He simply assumed the high fee he paid her always propelled him to the top of her job list.
“You’re talking about me spending the next weeks in London.” She shook her head, causing her curtain of shiny red hair to sway. “Christmas in London. It’s not possible.” To soften the blow, she smiled at him, a quick, professional, no-hard-feelings lift of her lips.
For the first time since he’d known her, he reacted to the fact that she was beautiful. He’d noticed before. But something about the spark in her eyes at refusing him shifted her from beautiful to stunning and caused an unexpected scramble of his pulse.
Ridiculous!
He took a quiet breath to clear his head. Hugo Harrington didn’t mix business with pleasure, and the crackle of heat that raced through his blood definitely signaled pleasure.
Had to be an aberration.
“What do you mean, not possible?”
She raised her hands. “I have things scheduled. It is the holiday season. Plus, you typically give me more lead time.”
“There’s a reason I didn’t.” A master at winning arguments and swaying decisions, he motioned for her to sit again. “The property became available suddenly. I put in a bid they couldn’t refuse, paid cash, and voilà, it was mine. I didn’t have lead time.”
“Maybe a later grand opening date?”
He gaped at her. “No! In its heyday, the hotel was renowned for its elaborate Christmas Eve celebrations. That’s the prime time for the grand opening. The best way to demonstrate that the hotel everyone remembers is back!”
And the perfect way to remind his brother and sister of their shared past. A way to soften everyone enough that they could have the kind of conversation needed to clear the air.
Her brow furrowed. “Maybe next Christmas Eve?”
The weird heat crackled through his blood again. It was almost as if he enjoyed her arguing with him.
Couldn’t be. He loved haggling and bartering. But he never argued with subcontractors. He paid them. They did what he wanted.
He spoke logically and concisely, as he motioned for her to sit again because she hadn’t taken the last cue. “This hotel is very important to me.”
Once again, she didn’t sit.
His nerves jangled with annoyance this time. “You could even say it’s personal.”
“I’m sorry.” Regret filled her eyes. “But being away from New York at Christmastime doesn’t work for me.” She extended her hand to shake his. Baffled, he took it. “Thank you, though, for thinking of me for this opportunity.”
With that she was out the door. He stood behind his desk, in front of the magnificent view of the Manhattan skyline, the proof that he was at the top of his game. Not someone to be refused.
He heard the elevator doors open, then close, and his flummoxed thoughts cleared. She’d regretted turning him down, but she had turned him down. What the hell could be so important that she’d refuse him?
He grabbed his overcoat from his private closet and strode past his assistant’s desk. “Have my car downstairs when I reach the street.”
“Yes, sir.”
He pressed the elevator button and one of three sets of doors opened. He hoped to catch Erin in the lobby. If he didn’t, he had his coat and could follow her wherever she walked on this cold late November day. If she walked too fast, he would have a car.
That’s the kind of guy he was. His plans had plans and those plans had contingency plans.
He didn’t lose. Especially not someone as important as Erin. She was the preeminent party planner in Manhattan, but he’d used her all over the United States. If anyone could bring to life his memories of Christmas Eve at the Harrington Park Hotel, it would be Erin.
He caught up to her at the curb. When she saw him suddenly beside her, her blue eyes widened.
“We never talked money.”
She frowned. “There’s no reason to. I’m booked.”
“For a bunch of office Christmas parties?” He made a pfft noise. “What if I agree to pay three times your normal rate?”
A taxi pulled up. She walked over and opened the back door. “I’m sorry, Mr. Harrington. The timing doesn’t work for me.”
She got into the taxi and the blasted thing drove away. Hugo jumped into his limo. Though it sounded like something out of a bad movie, he said, “Follow that cab.”
He expected Erin’s car to stop in the business district. Maybe at one of the high-rises housing the offices of one of the clients for whom she’d be working in December. Instead, it kept going. It seemed as if they turned every few blocks, and after forty long minutes, including driving through a tunnel under the Hudson, Hugo found himself in Jersey City.
Jersey City?
The taxi stopped at a modest four-story building. Hugo instructed his driver to hang back until Erin made a move.
After enough time passed for her to pay for the ride, she exited the vehicle, ran up the front steps and disappeared inside. He jumped out of his car and raced after her. He didn’t reach her in time, but saw the elevator stop on the third floor.
When it returned, he followed her up. The doors opened and he stepped out cautiously, glancing around like Dorothy in Oz. He didn’t expect Munchkins to pop out at him. He’d simply never seen an office building like this with white doors with two-digit identifiers. These couldn’t be businesses. The doors had to lead to...apartments?
He knocked on the first one. An elderly woman in a housecoat answered, confirming his suspicions. He winced. “Sorry, wrong flat.”
She laughed. “Flat?”
Baffled that he’d forgotten to shift his British slang to Americanisms, he apologized again and moved to the next door. No one answered. He knocked on the third door and a little boy opened it. The kid couldn’t have been more than three.
Hugo froze for a few seconds, then said, “Sorry. Wrong...apartment.”
“Noah! What are you doing answering the door?” Erin stepped out of a kitchen area, drying her hands on a towel. When she saw him, her mouth dropped open.
Well, she could join the club. Now he didn’t feel like Dorothy in Oz. He felt like a man who’d inadvertently overstepped some boundaries.
The little boy had Erin’s coloring—red hair and blue eyes—but a totally different face and eye shape. The flat behind them was simple, including an old-fashioned floral sofa that sat in front of a big window with plain beige drapes, and a kitchen without modern cabinets or shiny granite countertops. The cupboards were stained oak from another era. God only knew the material of the countertops.
Confusion and disbelief battled. From her familiarity with the home, he assumed she lived here. But why? He paid her a small fortune.
And the child who had her coloring—
It couldn’t be—
Could his top-performing, always-there-for-him, executive-level event planner be...a mum?
“Can I come in?”
She hesitated. Hugo couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or annoyance with him. But he hated this feeling of not being in the know. He always investigated everyone in his employ thoroughly. But as a
subcontractor, Erin wasn’t really in his employ—
Still, he needed to know.
He raised his hands imploringly. “I feel like we didn’t sufficiently discuss my project.”
She walked to the little boy—Noah—and put her hands on his shoulders to shift him away from the door. “Sure. Come in. Would you like some coffee?”
“Yes. That would be great.”
* * *
Hugo Harrington stepped inside Erin’s apartment, shrugging out of his cashmere overcoat. Their dealings had always been so crisp and professional, she hadn’t for even a minute thought he wouldn’t accept her refusal of his latest project.
But here he was. In her little condo. Her gorgeous, sexy as sin, biggest client, who always looked better in a suit than anyone had a right to, was in her apartment.
Tall and broad-shouldered, with dark chestnut hair that gleamed in the light from her overly bright kitchen, and brooding gray eyes, he’d been the object of her fantasies for the two and a half years they’d worked together. She’d never said a word, never made a move, always kept things strictly professional between them because she wasn’t ready for another man in her life, but it didn’t hurt to look.
And, oh, he was fun to look at.
She stopped the shimmer of attraction that lit her nerve endings. Nothing would come of her being attracted to him. Because that was how she wanted it.
As she popped a one-cup pod into her coffee maker, her short, auburn-haired mom called up the hall that led to the bedrooms. “Erin? If you’re home for the day, I’m going out to get in my walk.”
Seeing Hugo, she stopped dead in her tracks. “Oh, hello.”
“That’s Hugo Harrington, Mom. Mr. Harrington, that’s my mom, Marge Winters.”
He faced her mom with his always proper smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
She almost rolled her eyes. She might be super attracted to him, but she’d seen the way he’d looked at her apartment, the disdain that became confusion as he took in her out-of-date furniture and the cramped quarters. The attraction hadn’t ever been mutual, but now that he’d seen how she lived she wasn’t even sure he’d keep her as a friend.