An Heir for the Arrogant Billionaire

Sharon was late for her meeting with her boss and in a hurry, so she leapt out of her taxi and ran across the pavement towards the Mayflower restaurant too intent to notice the man in an evening dress who got out of a parked car on the other side of the road and headed in the same direction.

They collided in the revolving door, each in such a hurry that they had not held back for the other to go first. They had not really seen each other but had glanced briefly at each other.

As they both collided in the revolving door, the door jammed with the both of them crushed together in one session.

Sharon looked up, her eyes a stormy green and met with black cold eyes that looked irritated.

'If you back out, that will free the door', a deep voice said to her.

'If you had had the courtesy to let me go first, this wouldn't have happened. Step back!' she snapped.

Sharon did not like his tone nor the fact that she had been forced too close to him. Not even the thinnest sheet could pass through them and this made her aware of just how powerfully built he was.

He was six feet of muscle and bone and his skin was smooth and tan with a face that could have been carved in granite.

'There is no need arguing about whose fault it is. The most important thing is for us to solve this problem so just wriggle backwards', he said.

'You could do the wriggling', she said furious that she was about a foot shorter and perhaps that was why he thought he could boss her around like some helpless female but he had another thought coming if that was what he imagined that she was.

He looked down into her angry green eyes and Sharon got furious. He reminded her of her ex fiance who had walked out on her close to the wedding and went ahead to marry another girl.

It had been five years since and Sharon had dated men but had not fallen in love like that again and would not even allow it. She guarded her heart well. She had been deeply hurt once and was never going to allow that happen to her again.

'Why can't you just swallow your pride and anger and back out since that is the easiest way of freeing the door?'

Without saying anything to him, she backed into a more suitable position that would help her wriggle out easily.

She had high heels on and since his foot was in the way, she felt her heels sink into his polished shoe and he reacted violently, taking a sharp breath and swearing under his breath.

'Sorry', she said as she met his glittering black eyes.

'You did that delibrately, didn't you?' he asked.

'Don't be ridiculous. Your foot was on the way. How was I to know you would put