THE next morning, Sylvia lay cradled against him in the large bed as she stared out the bedroom window, watching the pink streaks of sunrise cross the sky.They’d moved into the bedroom sometime yesterday afternoon. They’d spent the rest of the night there, only leaving the bed to shower and scavenge and devour simple meals in the kitchen.She looked at him now as he slept. His peaceful face looked younger somehow, almost boyish. Sleeping with him all night, in his arms after the many times they’d made love, was utter bliss. It was exquisite.It was torture.Why did she feel this way—so completely infatuated, so enamored, so connected to him in every way possible? Was it because he’d taken her virginity? Was she deluding herself, like she had with Arnold, into imagining Xavier as the fulfillment of some romantic dream?“Don’t think I’m a good person,”he’d told her grimly. She didn’t want to believe him. How could she when every inch of her body down to blood and bone insisted differen
He left her breathless. His strength. His power. Most of all, the dark heat in his eyes as he looked up at her.His hands lifted up her hips. As if she weighed nothing at all, he lowered her with exquisite slowness, impaling her, causing them both to gasp as he filled her inch by inch. Sylvia tossed back her head, exposing her neck as her eyes rolled back with the pleasure. He guided her, allowing her to establish her own rhythm, teaching her to ride him. Tension coiled inside her deep and fast, and when she finally exploded, she screamed. He plunged inside her with a final deep thrust, shouting her name with a bestial growl that somehow sounded like a prayer. When she collapsed over his body, utterly spent, it took ten minutes before she stopped shaking.Afterward, as they slept in each other’s arms, Sylvia opened her eyes to stare blankly at the brilliant sunlight on the ocean.She could no longer deny her feelings.Xavier had seen her at her worst. And he’d accepted her, just as sh
He found a woman lying on a small bed, a brunette Laila’s size with bandages on her face. For a moment, he’d believed that after all these months, he’d finally found her.Then he’d heard the language the woman was shouting. German? It turned out she was a wealthy businesswoman from Berlin who’d come to recover from her face-lift in privacy and seclusion. Xavier had only convinced her not to call the police through substantial cash compensation.Cash that would come out of his payment to Montez, Xavier thought, gritting his teeth, for feeding his chief bodyguard such faulty information.But in his heart Xavier did not blame the investigator. He blamed only himself. He was the one who’d failed Laila, again and again over the past year. And she was still out there somewhere. Dying. Alone.They drove back to Cabo San Lucas in silence. Entering the villa, Xavier felt hollowed out. He walked through the heavily embellished oak door with his shoulders hunched. Wearily, he pushed open the doo
He leaned forward in his chair. “Go on.”“Your company seems profitable, and that’s great, but…” “Yes?”She pressed her lips together, then looked up. “But people work at those companies. People who lose their jobs. When you buy those companies and dissect them, these people lose their source of livelihood and they are forced to give up.”“So?” There was a loud burst of mariachi music from the town below, and she looked in the distance at the dark, moonswept Pacific. “I’m biased, I guess. My grandfather had a candy company a long time ago. It did really well, then things fell apart. Ingredients became more expensive, and we didn’t have the nationwide distribution of the larger companies. Ten years ago, after my father took over, a conglomerate offered to buy Linden Candy. It would have made us wealthy, but my dad knew they’d close the factory and move production, leaving half our town out of work. So for the sake of his employees—his neighbors and friends—my father refused.” “Fooli
As he opened her door, he said, “I always knew I would get you into bed. I had it in my mind for a long time.”She froze, then looked back at him. “You did?” He suddenly wanted to tell her the truth. Had to tell her the truth. “I seduced you deliberately, Sylvia. Bit by bit. But I always knew I would win. I know I promised I wouldnt kiss you again or touch you but staying away from you was killing me. So the only way to have what I greatly desired was to seduce you.”“Oh.” Looking dazed, she climbed into the convertible and he closed the door behind her. Climbing into the driver’s side, he drove them out of the gated community down the winding hillside toward town. She remained silent for a few moments. He looked at her. "I didn't ever think you were trying to seduce me. I must have been too naive to notice that." “Now do you regret our affair?” he said quietly.“No.” She turned away. “It’s just…”“Just?”“When I meet the man I marry,” she said in a small voice, “what if he asks me
IT WAS almost midnight when Sylvia finally collapsed in her old childhood bedroom.Trembling with exhaustion, clasping the same pink cardigan she’d worn in Mexico more tightly over her arms, she sank down on her small single bed, staring blankly at old posters of rock stars she’d pasted as a teenager over the peeling, faded floral wallpaper. A beloved old teddy bear looked down from her bookshelves, next to baking trophies she’d won at the local fair in high school. Downstairs, she could hear her family talking in low voices as they moved over the creaky floorboards. She could smell her mother’s clam chowder bubbling on the stove.She was home. Nothing had changed. And yet—Sylvia looked at Xavier’s dark form in front of her window—everything had changed.They’d both changed on the jet into clothes more appropriate for the cold rain of northern California. Now wearing black pants, a white shirt and a black woolen coat, he looked out at the lights twinkling in the distance. “Is that you
He snorted. “She took her payoff money and left for a life of excitement and freedom in Miami.” As if examining the fabric, he ran his hand idly along her old linen curtains. “She never wanted to go back to the life she’d fled, to a barren island of rocks and parents who despised her modern ways. My grandparents did not speak English and were ashamed of me, their bastard grandson. But my father—” he spat out the word “—sent some money, so I was a source of income they could not refuse.”Sylvia stared at him, pain curling around her heart. She thought of the five-year-old boy, abandoned by his mother, rejected by his father, sent away to be ignored and despised by his grandparents in a faraway land.Xavier’s eyes traced around Sylvia’s old bedroom. “I used to dream of having a home like this, a family like this. When my grandparents didn’t speak to me for days, I dreamed of someday coming back to America and finding my real parents.”“And did you?” she breathed.He gave a hard, ugly la
After washing her face and brushing her teeth in the bathroom, she paused again at his closed door as she returned down the hall. Raising her hand to knock, she hesitated. Then with a deep breath, she rapped softly.There was no answer.She exhaled. He must be asleep already. She sighed, filled with a jumble of nerves and disappointment.Tomorrow, Sylvia vowed to herself. She would tell him that she loved him before they reached Las Vegas. Tomorrow, before he traded her for Laila and her chance was lost forever.She’d already experienced so many miracles in her life. The miracle of a good family. Of a home. Of a grandmother who was steadily getting better.Having Xavier love her back would be too much to ask. But tomorrow, Sylvia would take her courage in her hands and do it.Xavier heard a soft knock on his door.Sylvia. She’d come to him, in spite of her mother’s warning. With an intake of breath, he hurried from the bed and reached for the door.Then he stopped. He knew what would