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You Do Something to Me (The Sullivans #17)
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Alec Sullivan has always believed he has it all. A billion-dollar private aviation business. A penthouse apartment in New York City. Beautiful women who know better than to expect him ever to fall in love. And great siblings for whom he’d do anything. But when Alec’s business partner passes away and leaves everything to a daughter Alec never knew about, in an instant everything in his life turns upside down…all because of Cordelia.
Cordelia always thought she was perfectly happy with her life. She owns a garden store she loves, lives in a pretty little cottage in the same town as her adoptive parents, and figures there’s plenty of time to meet Mr. Right. But she never counted on becoming the surprise heir to a fortune…or on meeting a man like Alec Sullivan. A shockingly sexy billionaire who makes her heart race and melt all at the same time.
Neither Alec nor Cordelia plans on getting any closer than they have to. Only, how can either of them fight this kind of heat, this depth of desire? And when Cordelia needs Alec’s support, it’s pure instinct for him to be there for her. But when it’s her turn to help him confront his deepest pain, will Alec let her in? Or will he push her away, just as he’s pushed away everyone who’s loved him for the past thirty years…
YOU DO SOMETHING TO ME is part of Bella Andre’s New York Times and USA Today #1 bestselling series about The Sullivans. While it can easily be read as a stand-alone story, you’ll likely enjoy reading the other books, too.
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Alec Sullivan hated surprises.
When he turned thirty, his sister, Suzanne, threw him a surprise birthday party. He’d had a hell of a day at the office dealing with a new aviation engine company that had promised him the best and had delivered anything but. Finding fifty people in his apartment expecting smiles and laughter and small talk over birthday cake was the very last thing he’d wanted. Five years later, Suzanne was still apologizing for that night, even though they both knew she’d just been trying to make him happy.
Alec would do anything for his sister and his brothers, Harry and Drake. He’d been taking care of the three of them since he was five and their mother had taken her own life, leaving his father as wrecked as a man could be—and unable to be a father anymore.
Which was where Gordon Whitley had come into the picture. He’d been Alec’s boss out of business school and then Alec’s business partner. They’d built S&W Aviation together.
And Gordon had been the father figure Alec never had.
Yesterday, Alec had found Gordon on the floor by his desk. Alec had dropped to Gordon’s side, pleading with his friend to wake up, yelling for his executive assistant to call 911. But he’d been too late. The heart attack had been massive, all Gordon’s years of joking that he should drink less and exercise more suddenly coming to an end in the middle of the workday.
Gordon’s eyes had opened for only a moment, his lips forming one word: “Cordelia.”
And then he was gone.
The blow of losing Gordon was bad enough. Twenty-four hours later, Alec still felt cold, and his gut hadn’t stopped churning. But as Alec worked to process what Gordon’s trust attorney had just told him, he felt as though he’d been hit by a second blow.
A blow so big he was still having trouble believing what he’d just been told was true.
“Gordon had a daughter.” Alec’s lawyer, Ezra, and Gordon’s lawyer, Caleb, remained silent while Alec processed the shocking information aloud. “She’s twenty-five, lives in Yorktown…and apart from the 1934 Packard convertible he wants me to have, he’s willed her all of his worldly possessions. Including his half of our company.”
Gordon Whitley was the kind of guy you expected to live forever. But Alec had always assumed that if something did happen to his friend and partner, he’d end up with Gordon’s share of the company. At the very least, that extra one percent that meant no one could tell him what to do with S&W Aviation.
“Has she been informed of her inheritance yet?” Alec asked.
“I’ve spoken with her briefly on the phone, but will be meeting with her directly after leaving your office,” Caleb replied.
Had she and Gordon been close? Had this windfall—making her a seriously rich woman who now owned half of the most successful private aviation company in the world—been one she’d known would come one day?
Or would she be as surprised as Alec by this news?
Alec had trusted Gordon implicitly. He’d believed there were no secrets between them. How could there be when they’d worked side by side every day for nearly twenty years?
Cordelia Langley was one hell of a secret.
He bit back a curse as he rubbed his chest, where everything felt tight. He was in perfect health, but it still hurt like the devil to lose his closest friend. A friend who had kept something huge from him.
“Set up a meeting with her here,” he told Caleb. “Tomorrow. She and I need to talk.”
Alec had known about Cordelia for only five minutes, but he’d already begun to put together a plan. His brain had always worked like that, even back when he was five and his father had told him that his mother was gone. Alec had immediately started making plans for how he was going to take care of Harry, Suzanne, and Drake. Because he’d known his father couldn’t do it. And now that his siblings were fully grown and totally capable adults, Alec still watched over them. He always would.
After Gordon’s attorney had gone, Alec turned to his lawyer. “I’ll have the details of my buyout plan to you before I turn in tonight, so that you can draft it in ironclad legal terms.”
Ezra didn’t seem surprised by Alec’s intention to buy Cordelia out of the company. It was, after all, the only part of this that made any sense.
“I’m sorry, Alec. Sorry we lost him.” Ezra looked morose as he pushed out of his seat, gathered his files, and headed for the elevator. “Gordon was a good man.”
Closing the door, Alec was tempted to pour himself a glass of the Irish whiskey that he and Gordon had often shared at the end of a long day, whether to celebrate a big win or commiserate a rare loss. No business loss had ever stung this badly, though. Or made Alec feel so empty inside.