Maid for a Magnate(6)

The edge of his mouth kicked up in a cocky half smile. "You've noticed. I was beginning to think you were immune."

"I've been vaccinated."

Will's rich laugh washed over her and she cursed the goose bumps that  covered her skin. Between his touch, his masculine scent and feeling his  warm breath on her, her defenses were slipping. She couldn't get sucked  back into his spell, not when she was so close to breaking free once  and for all.

"Come to dinner with me," he told her, smile still in place as if he  truly thought she'd jump at the chance. "Your choice of places."

Now Catalina laughed. "You're delusional. I'm not going anywhere with you."

His eyes darkened as they slid to her lips. "You will."

Catalina pushed against him, surprised when he released her and stepped  back. She busied herself with changing out the hand towels on the  heated rack. Why wouldn't he leave? Did he not take a hint? Why suddenly  was he so interested in her when a few years ago she'd been "a  mistake"? Plus, a month ago he'd almost been engaged to another woman.

Being a backup plan for anybody was never an option. She'd rather be alone.

Taking more care than normal, Catalina focused on making sure the edges  of the towels were perfectly lined up. She needed to keep her shaking  hands busy.

"You can't avoid this forever." Will's bold words sliced through the  tension. "I want you, Cat. I think you know me well enough to realize I  get what I want."

Anger rolled through her as she spun around to face him. "For once in  your life, you're not going to be able to have something just because  you say so. I'm not just a possession, Will. You can't buy me or even  work your charm on me. I've told you I'm not the same naïve girl I used  to be."

In two swift steps, he'd closed the gap between them and had her backed  against the wall. His hands settled on her hips, gripping them and  pulling them flush with his. This time she didn't have the towels to  form a barrier and his chest molded with hers. Catalina forced herself  to look up into his eyes, gritted her teeth and prayed for strength.

Leaning in close, Will whispered, "I'm not the man I used to be, either."

A shiver rippled through her. No, no he wasn't. Now he was all  take-charge and demanding. He hadn't been like this before. He also  hadn't been as broad, as hard. He'd definitely bulked up in all the  right ways...not that she cared.

"What would your father say if he knew you were hiding in the bathroom  with the maid?" she asked, hoping the words would penetrate through his  hormones. He'd always been yanked around by Daddy's wishes...hence their  breakup, she had no doubt.

Will shifted his face so his lips were a breath away from hers as his  hands slid up to her waist, his thumbs barely brushing the underside of  her breasts. "My father is smart enough to know what I'd be doing behind  a closed door with a sexy woman."

Oh, man. Why did she have to find his arrogance so appealing? Hadn't  she learned her lesson the first time? Wanting Will was a mistake, one  she may never recover from if she jumped in again.

"Are you saying you're not bowing down to your father's commands anymore? How very grown up of you."

Why was she goading him? She needed to get out of here because the more  he leaned against her, the longer he spoke with that kissable mouth so  close to hers, the harder he was making her life. Taunting her, making  her ache for things she could never have.

"I told you, I'm a different man." His lips grazed hers as he murmured,  "But I still want you and nobody is going to stand in my way."                       
       
           



       

Why did her hormones and need for his touch override common sense?  Letting Will kiss her again was a bad, bad idea. But she couldn't stop  herself and she'd nearly arched her body into his just as he stepped  back. The heat in his eyes did nothing to suppress the tremors racing  through her, but he was easing backward toward the closed door.

"You're leaving?" she asked. "What is this, Will? A game? Corner the staff and see how far she'll let me take things?"

He froze. "This isn't a game, Cat. I'm aching for you, to strip you  down and show you exactly what I want. But I need you to literally hurt  for wanting me and I want you to be ready. Because the second I think  we're on the same level, you're mine."

And with that, he turned and walked out, leaving the door open.

Catalina released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. How  dare he disrupt her work and get her all hot and bothered? Did he truly  think she'd run to him begging to whisk her off to bed?

As much as her body craved his touch, she wouldn't fall into his bed  simply because he turned on the sex appeal. If he wanted her, then that  was his problem.

Unfortunately, he'd just made his wants her problem as well because now  she couldn't think of anything else but how amazing he felt pressed  against her.

Catalina cursed herself as she gathered the dirty towels. If he was set on playing games, he'd chosen the wrong opponent.





      Four

Catalina lived for her weekends. Two full days for her to devote to her  true love of designing and sewing. There was nothing like creating your  own masterpieces from scratch. Her thick portfolio binder overflowed  with ideas from the past four years. She'd sketched designs for every  season, some sexy, some conservative, but everything was timeless and  classy in her opinion.

She supposed something more than just heartache and angst had come from  Will's exiting her life so harshly. She'd woken up, finally figured out  what she truly wanted and opted to put herself, her dreams as top  priority. And once she started achieving her career goals, she'd work on  her personal dreams of a family. All of those were things she couldn't  find in Alma. This place had nothing for her anymore other than her  mother, who worked for another family. But her mother had already said  she'd follow Catalina wherever she decided to go.

Glancing around, Catalina couldn't remember where she put that lacy  fabric she'd picked up in town a few weeks ago. She'd seen it on the  clearance table and had nothing in mind for it at the time, but she  couldn't pass up the bargain.

Now she knew exactly what she'd use the material for. She had the  perfect wrap-style dress in mind. Something light and comfortable, yet  sexy and alluring with a lace overlay. The time would come when Catalina  would be able to wear things like that every single day. She could  ditch her drab black button-down shirt and plain black pants. When she  dressed for work every morning, she always felt she was preparing for a  funeral.

And those shoes? She couldn't wait to burn those hideous things.

Catalina moved around the edge of the small sofa and thumbed through  the stack of folded materials on the makeshift shelving against the  wall. She'd transformed this spare room into her sewing room just last  year and since then she'd spent nearly all of her spare time in the  cramped space. One day, though... One day she'd have a glorious sewing  room with all the top-notch equipment and she would bask in the  happiness of her creations.

As she scanned the colorful materials folded neatly on the shelves, her  cell rang. Catalina glanced at the arm of the sofa where her phone lay.  Her mother's name lit up the screen.

Lunging across the mess of fabrics on the cushions, Catalina grabbed her phone and came back to her feet as she answered.

"Hey, Mum."

"Sweetheart. I'm sorry I didn't call earlier. I went out to breakfast with a friend."

Catalina stepped from her bedroom and into the cozy living area. "No  problem. I've been sewing all morning and lost track of time."

"New designs?" her mother asked.

"Of course." Catalina sank down onto her cushy sofa and curled her feet  beneath her. "I actually have a new summery beach theme I'm working on.  Trying to stay tropical and classy at the same time has proven to be  more challenging than I thought."

"Well, I know you can do it," her mother said. "I wore that  navy-and-gray-print skirt you made for me to breakfast this morning and  my friend absolutely loved it. I was so proud to be wearing your design,  darling."                       
       
           



       

Catalina sat up straighter. "You didn't tell her-"

"I did not," her mother confirmed. "But I may have said it was from a  new up-and-coming designer. I couldn't help it, honey. I'm just so proud  of you and I know you'll take the fashion world by storm once you leave  Alma."

Just the thought of venturing out on her own, taking her secret designs  and her life dream and putting herself out there had a smile spreading  across her face as nerves danced in her belly. The thought of someone  looking over her designs with a critical eye nearly crippled her, but  she wouldn't be wielding toilet wands for the rest of her life.