Rebecca drifted over to the window and clasped her hands together. Oddly, they were shaking. But she’d been traveling for almost twenty-four hours straight. Her wrinkled suit clung to her body like an old rag, her hair was pulled back in a limp ponytail, and she desperately needed a hot shower. Clearly Alejandro would give her no quarter before he gloated over his triumph.
Well, fine. She’d endure it, and she’d refuse to react to his insults. When the door behind her opened again, she put on her battle face and turned to meet him.
And, oh heavens, he was still the most amazingly handsome man she’d ever met. Her knees threatened to buckle at the sight of him. She had an inexplicable urge to rush into his embrace, the way she’d used to do, but she crossed her arms and stood her ground. It took every ounce of reserve she had not to give in to the desire to touch him.
Why?
She didn’t know if she was questioning her reaction or if the word was meant for him.
Why, Alejandro? Why did you deceive me when I loved you? Why have you done this to me now?
As if she’d spoken it aloud, he halted, his gaze locking with hers. What lay behind those silver-grey eyes was anyone’s guess, but she didn’t think they held any warmth for her. And it hurt. Surprisingly, it hurt. She felt like she should do or say something but she simply stood and drank him in.
If he’d changed at all, she couldn’t see it. He was tall, six-three or six-four, and as muscular as ever. The years had not been unkind to him. He still looked every inch the hardened ex-bullfighter. She’d once teased him that he was a warrior clad in Armani.
Had she really spent hours exploring his tanned skin? It seemed so long ago that it must surely be her imagination. But she remembered with every last nerve ending in her body how extraordinary it had felt when his cock slid inside her.
Over and over and over again, pounding hard and quick, until she shuddered from the exquisite pleasure.
Rebecca pushed a hand against the stucco window casing to steady herself. Alejandro didn’t seem to notice. He was completely unaffected by the current whipping through the room. It was all she could do to keep from being sucked into the vortex, and he pressed on as if nothing had changed.
For him, it probably hadn’t. She’d been one in a string of women he’d fucked and forgot.
“I have a schedule for you,” he said, walking to the desk and pulling out a folder. “You will read through these papers and be prepared to meet with the board first thing in the morning. We will discuss your duties then.”
Rebecca took the folder, clutching it, glad to have a new focus. Something hot and thick lurched to life in her sluggish veins when he said nothing more. “That’s it?” she asked. “No hi, how have you been? No explanation?”
Icy eyes regarded her dispassionately. “I owe you no explanation, Rebecca. I owe you nothing, in fact. Be grateful you’re getting this much.”
“I’ve been doing okay, thanks for asking Alejandro,” she said, ignoring him as the emotion whipped high within her. “Or I was until yesterday. And you? How are you? Did you marry the woman you conveniently forgot to tell me about all those years ago?”
“I did,” he said coolly.
She blinked back tears. Ridiculous to still be hurt over such a thing, or to expect an explanation so many years after the fact. He was Alejandro de Ramirez, international playboy, billionaire financier.
Women had always fallen over him. Always would.
And she’d been no different. He hadn’t been a billionaire back then, merely a famous man in his own country making his way in a new business. She’d been the one with a privileged background, the one from hotel royalty. But she’d fallen hard for him and his betrayal still stung. She should have damned well known better. Men like Alejandro weren’t looking for forever. They were looking for opportunity.
“You will be pleased to know we are divorced,” he continued. “Alas, arranged marriages never work as planned.”
“Good for her for wising up.”
“Like you did?”
A bitter laugh burst from her throat before she could stop it. “There was never a choice for me, Alejandro. You were already engaged.”
“Promised, not engaged.”
Rebecca scoffed, hoping he wouldn’t see how the subject still affected her. “What is that, Spanish hair-splitting? The truth is you were to marry another woman when you so conveniently seduced me.”
“You did not mind being seduced, as I recall.”
Heat blossomed in her belly. Flooded her senses. Gathered between her thighs. “I was stupid—and blind to your true nature.”
His jaw flexed. He hitched a leg onto the corner of the desk, his custom trousers stretching tight against one hard thigh. Showing the muscles beneath. “And just what is my true nature, querida?”
Danger saturated his voice, but she was too angry and hurt to heed the warning. No, what she itched to do was slap his sculpted profile. How dare he steal her company and then stand there and defend his actions of five years ago like he’d been the one wronged.
“You’re a liar and a cheat.”
She stood her ground as he stalked toward her. One arm snaked around her waist, yanked her against every last inch of his muscled body. The other hand gripped her jaw.
And then he dropped his head toward hers. Too late, she realized what he was about. Fire exploded in her veins when his lips pressed to hers.
Shock reverberated through her system. It was too much, too soon. She was still processing what it meant to see him again,
