Chris took the opportunity to leave the place, when she saw him leaving, she wanted to slap herself with frustration, despite her efforts she failed to prevent that. However, the faithful Ruben remained in the room, concerned and willing to help in any way. When Rocco finished eating and fell asleep comfortably, she went out to go to the room reserved for her.
Aida, the servant, showed Lara the room reserved for her upstairs. Decorated in subtle shades of ivory and slate-blue, she remembered her own bedroom in the house, even though the furnishings here were far more than anything she could afford. Marble floors, a Savonnerie rug and fine antiques polished to a soft gleam exemplified wealth, good taste and comfort.
There is also a lady’s writing desk between the double French doors to the balcony. There was a fainting couch, its brocade upholstery worn to satin softness, its once-vibrant colors faded by time. A glass-shaded lamp spilled mellow light, and a vase of lilies on a table filled the room with fragrance.
What caught her more attention was the wide bed, dressed in finest linens. More than ten thousand kilometers, and over sixteen hours of travel with its inevitable delays, add to the stress she felt due to her patient's condition, had really exhausted her energy, and she had nothing else that wanted to do but lay down her tired body, pull the soft coverlet over her body and sleep through to morning.
She saw her luggage had been unpacked, her toiletries had been placed in the bathroom and her robe and nightshirt were lying on the bench in front of the dresser. But to her frustration, was the new underwear, and the new ironed cotton dress, one of the few clothes she had brought, hanging in the dressing room connecting the bathroom and bedroom.
And it was a hint that her desire to sleep early would not happen, Aida’s farewell statement provided the answer to her thinking.
“I have prepared your bath, Ms. Torres. Dinner will be served in the garden room at nine o'clock.”
Clearly daily protocol at the Imperial's residence is as elegant as the villa itself and eating a sandwich in her room that Lara had intended to request would definitely not be allowed.
The main floor was deserted when she made her way downstairs just a few minutes past nine, but the faint sound of music and a sliver of golden light spilling from an open door halfway down the central hall indicated where she might find the garden room.
But to her surprise when she entered she discovered that she was not the only one to eat.
A round glass-topped table, tastefully set for two, stands in the middle. A silver ice bucket and two cut-crystal champagne glasses glinted in the almost ethereal glow of dozens, if not hundreds, of miniature white lights laced among the potted shrubs lining the perimeter of the area.
What is the best finale? Christian Imperial, disgracefully gorgeous in pale gray trousers and matching shirt, which if she adds up altogether is worth the six months she paid for her apartment.
She was sadly out of her element, and surely looked at it. She was just thankful that the person she had to eat with was not wearing a black tie.
"I didn't know you were going to eat dinner with me." She said, the chaotic mind that all she thought and had succeeded in eradicating came back again when she saw him.
He took the open bottle of champagne from the ice bucket, poured it into the crystal glasses and handed it to her. "I didn't know I needed an invitation to sit at my father's table."
“That's not what I meant. You have the right—”
"How kind of you to say so."
She’d perfected the art of withering pleasantries, she decided, desperately trying to rein in her swimming senses. His smile along with his answer was tinged with ridicule and contempt. And she could not go wrong with the melody she heard of it accompanied by insults. “I didn’t mean to be rude, Mr. Imperial,” she said. “I was just surprised, that’s all. I thought you left the house. I know you have your own house in Baguio City.
“I do, by the way, aren’t big on honorifics. Just call me Chris. As everyone calls me.”
She doesn’t care about other people. What hurts her head is the fact that the two of them are left with each opening of her mouth as if she has nothing to say right about it.
"You have nothing more to say, Lara?" he asked, a deep smile twinkling in his beautiful eyes. "Or does eating with me make you upset?"
“It's not like that,” she said with dignity, “I'm just wondering why you chose to stay here, instead of in your own home. As far as I know, you and your father don't spend much time together.”
“Nevertheless, I am his child, and according to the last I heard, my choice to stay overnight at my father’s house cannot be considered trespassing. Indeed, due to circumstances I had to stay here often. Do you have a problem with that?”
Although she did not admit it but she knew that his presence would cause her distraction that she also did not know if she could handle, she said, "Not at all, as long as you don't interfere with the reason why I'm here."
"And what is the real reason?"
She stared at him. The sparkle and smile in his eyes were gone; they were as cold and hard as bottle green glass. "What kind of question is that? You know why I'm here.”
“I know that my father has become extremely dependent on you. I also know that he is a very weak old man who happens to be very rich.”
She took a deep breath to keep her anger from erupting at what he said, "Do you mean I'm only chasing him for money?"
"Are you?"
"Certainly not," she snapped. “But that’s why you stayed here, right? Not because you're worried about your father, but to watch over me and make sure we don't have a relationship and take his bank account.”
“Not quite. So, I am here, to watch over my father because, in his present condition, he cannot take care of himself. If you find my concern offensive--"
"I do!"
"Then that's a pity!" he answered, without the slightest trace of remorse. “But try to see where I'm coming from. My father came with a very beautiful woman whom he did not fully know but then he was able to entrust his whole life. Not only that, he came from a very distant place, in another country and my father agreed to watch over and take care of him until he was completely healed. In fact, there are enough nurses qualified to take care of him in this country. So, tell me, if we reverse our situation, won't you at least doubt it?”"No." she replied warmly. “Before I jump to unworthy conclusions or before I judge her professionalism. I will ask this stranger to show me her profile and if I am not satisfied with the information she provided, I will call her previous employers to verify if the documents she presented are true.”“Well, there is no need for many explanations. Your point is well taken and that being the case, I am ready to p
She was lying. The evidence was present in her confused look, in her racing pulse, very easily and unobtrusively detected when he took her wrist. And he intended to find out why, because despite his thoughts he would remain unaffected by whatever he discovered when he went to the airport, the sight of the old man, so brittle and somehow diminished, he seemed to be struck by a hammer in his heart. They only spent a little time together, for a long time nothing else was done but to argue and nothing was agreed upon. But Rocco was still his father, and Chris would be damned before he’d let someone take him to the cleaners.Oh, she was full of reasonable anger for saying that she was not a selfless angel of mercy as she portrays as she is. After all, he didn't expect it. But he also saw how she was able to bring herself closer to Rocco; how successful she was in taking its affection. His father was not the demonstrative type of man, and at least not as far as Chris remember
She put down the bread she was holding and stared at him. "I beg your pardon?"“By what standards do you judge a prospective husband?”She reached for her glass and drank as she pondered what to answer to his question. "He must be a decent and respectable man," she finally declared."Tall, dark and handsome, too?""Not necessarily." She shrugged again, causing her clothes to lift slightly and expose the beautiful curve of her breasts.He wished he hadn’t seen that fascinating. "Rich and successful, is that so?"“At least, he must earn enough to support us. When we have children, I want to be at home to take care of them.”"If you had to choose just one quality of your ideal man, what would it be?""The one who knows how to love," she said dreamily, her brown eyes widened, and a sharp smile flashed on her lips. While outside, a strong wind was blowing on the pine trees. "I want love more than anythi
She probably weighed no more than fifty-four kilograms in his eighty-five, but what was lacking in size, was more than recoverable in spirit. He had no doubt that she was given knowledge of the anatomy of the man, beyond the ability to cause serious bodily injury. Which should hinder him. Instead the thought of repelling her left him so suddenly and painfully aroused that, for the first time, he questioned the wisdom of his plan of attack. She should have been at his mercy, not in any other way, but for now, she remained utterly indifferent to his charms. On the other hand, he is not with her.Aida just came back to serve chicken breast and ziti stuffed with spinach, a welcome diversion, allowing him to fight his bad submission hormones and redirect his energy to more productive channels. "Why did you allow my father to force you into allowing him to travel, when he clearly didn't fit on it?" he asked casually, once they were alone again.&l
Except for setting aside an hour a day to polish your halo! Struggling to hide his skepticism, Chris said, "All the work and no play seems unfair. We'll see what we can do to change that."A sudden influx of wind moved through the French doors, making her jump. "The thing being here is enough change. If the weather had cleared up, I'm sure Rocco wouldn't have upset me with the extraordinary day off to see the sights."“Count on both,” he said, acknowledging the opportunity when it showed up. "And I’m dedicating myself to act as tour guide.""That’s nice of you, Chris."No, no, he might have told her. Because whatever her motives, his were anything but pure. And because he meant it when he said he wasn’t a good person.They passed the leftover food in idle conversation, only interrupted by repeated bursts of rain on the windows, but before serving the coffee, she was about to run out of thing
Lara had been kissed before, many times, but always. with some part of her brain able to rate the experience objectively: too slobbery, too bland, too aggressive, too many teeth, too much heavy breathing, not enough tenderness. More often than not, kissing, she'd concluded, was a vastly overrated prelude to romance. Until Christian Imperial came on the scene, that was, and filled her with a single blow.Except "blow" was no more the right word to define his effect on her than "kiss" adequately described his action. What he did with his mouth transcended the ordinary and surpassed the divine. Cool and firm, it yet seared her with its heat. Though undemanding, it somehow stripped her of everything-her independence, her focus, her moral compass, even her sense of survival.Apart from one rash, distinctly forgettable experience, she'd chosen to remain celibate because sex for its own sake held no appeal, and she'd never come close to being in lo
She looked out at the flowers in brilliant bloom, at the peacocks strutting across the lawns, the blue arc of the sky and the stunning turquoise sea. Soon the rainy season would come to Vancouver, it's chilly southeasterly gales stripping the trees of leaves. People would be scurrying about under a forest of umbrellas where, just few weeks before, they'd been lying on the beaches taking in the last of summer's sunshine. "No," she said. "I'm happy to be here.""Good. Then you have no excuse for wanting to leave early."She thought not, either, until the beginning of her second week there, when Chris reappeared as suddenly as he'd left."So, this is where you're hiding," he said, coming upon her as she sat reading in a wicker love seat on the patio. "I've been looking everywhere for you."Though startled, she managed to hang on to her composure enough to meet his glance coolly and reply with commendabl
Aware her emotions swam dangerously close to the surface, she gave herself a mental shake, sat a little straighter in her seat and firmly changed the subject. "Thank you, but it all happened a long time ago, and we're here to talk about you, not me. So, tell me, Chris, exactly what frightened you off after that impulsive kiss last week? And please don't say you were too busy checking the main fuse box to find the cause of the power failure, because Ruben already told me you left after receiving a phone call. Had you forgotten you had a previous date, or was I so inept compared to the other women you know that you couldn't wait to escape me?""Neither," he said. "I had to go to work.""You work?""Well, yes, Lara," he said, laughing. "Don't most men my age?""Yes, but you don't seem the corporate type.""I'm not.""And it was the middle of the night."&