Maid for a Magnate(9)

Next time, and there would be a next time, Will vowed she'd be in his  bed. She was a willing participant every time he'd kissed her. Hell, if  the knock hadn't interrupted them, they'd probably both be a lot happier  right now.                       
       
           



       

Regardless of what Cat had just said, he knew full well she wanted him.  Her body wasn't lying. What kind of man would he be if he ignored her  needs? Because he sure as hell wasn't going to sit back and wait for  another man to come along and explore that sexual side.

She was his.





      Five

Alma was a beautiful country. Catalina was going to miss the island's  beautiful water and white sandy beaches when she left. Swimming was her  first love. Being one with the water, letting loose and not caring about  anything was the best source of therapy.

And tonight she needed the release.

For three days she'd managed to dodge Will. He had come to Patrick's  house every morning, holed himself up in the office with his father and  then left, assumedly to head into the Rowling Energy offices.

Will may say he'd changed, but to her he still looked as if he was  playing the perfect son, dead set on taking over the family business.  Apparently he thought he could take her over as well. But she wasn't a  business deal to close and she certainly wouldn't lose her mind again  and let him devour her so thoroughly no matter how much she enjoyed it.

Lust was something that would only get her into trouble. The  repercussions of lust would last a lifetime; a few moments of pleasure  wouldn't be worth the inevitable heartache in the end.

Catalina sliced her arms through the water, cursing herself for  allowing thoughts of Will to infringe on her downtime when she only  wanted to relax. The man wanted to control her and she was letting him  because she had no clue how to stop this emotional roller coaster he'd  strapped her into.

Heading toward the shoreline, Catalina pushed herself the last few feet  until she could stand. Shoving her short hair back from her face, she  took deep breaths as she sloshed through the water. With the sun  starting to sink behind her, she crossed the sand and scooped up her  towel to mop her face.

He'd seriously crossed the line when he'd asked about her virginity.  Yes, she'd gotten carried away with him, even if she did enjoy those  stolen moments, but her sexual past was none of his concern because she  had no intention of letting him have any more power over her. And she  sure as hell didn't want to know about all of his trysts since they'd  been together.

Cat wrapped the towel around her body and tucked the edge in to secure  the cloth in place. This small stretch of beach wasn't far from her  apartment, only a five-minute walk, and rarely had many visitors in the  evening. Most people came during the day or on weekends. On occasion,  Catalina would see families playing together. Her heart would always  seize up a bit then. She longed for the day when she could have a family  of her own, but for now, she had her sights set on fashion.

Giving up one dream for another wasn't an option. Who said she couldn't  have it all? She could have her ideal career and then her family. She  was still young. At twenty-four some women were already married and had  children, but she wasn't like most women.

And if Will Rowling thought he could deter her from going after what  she wanted, he was delusional. And sexy. Mercy, was the man ever sexy.

No, no, no.

Will and his sexiness had no room in her life, especially her bed,  which he'd work his way into if she wasn't on guard constantly.

Catalina pulled out her tank-style sundress and exchanged the towel for  the modest coverup. After shoving the towel into her bag, she slid into  her sandals and started her walk home. The soft ocean breeze always  made her smile. Wherever she moved, she was going to need to be close to  water or at least close enough that she could make weekend trips.

This was the only form of exercise she enjoyed, and being so short,  every pound really showed. Not that she worried about her weight, but  she wanted to feel good about herself and she felt her best when she'd  been swimming and her muscles were burning from the strain. She wanted  to be able to throw on anything in her closet and have confidence. For  her, confidence came with a healthy body.

Catalina crossed the street to her apartment building and smiled at a  little girl clutching her mother's hand. Once she reached the stoop  leading up to her flat, she dug into her bag for her keys. A movement  from the corner of her eye caught her attention. She knew who was there  before she fully turned, though.

"What are you doing here, Will?"

She didn't look over her shoulder, but she knew he followed her.  Arguing that he wasn't invited was a moot point; the man did whatever he  wanted anyway.

"I came to see you."

When she got to the second floor, she stopped outside her door and slid her key into the lock. "I figured you'd given up."                       
       
           



       

His rich laughter washed over her chilled skin. Between the warm water  and the breezy air, she was going to have to get some clothes on to get  warm.

"When have you known me to give up?" he asked.

Throwing a glance over her shoulder, she raised a brow. "Four years  ago. You chose your career over a relationship. Seeing me was the big  mistake. Ring any bells?"

Will's bright aqua-blue eyes narrowed. "I didn't give up. I'm here now, aren't I?"

"Oh, so I was just put on hold until you were ready," she mocked. "How silly of me not to realize."

"Can I come in?" he asked. "I promise I'll only be a couple minutes."

"You can do a lot of damage in a couple minutes," she muttered, but  figured the sooner she let him in, the sooner he'd leave...she hoped.

Catalina pushed the door open and started toward her bedroom.  Thankfully the door to the spare room was closed. The last thing she  needed was for Will to see everything she'd been working on. Her  personal life was none of his concern.

"I'm changing and you're staying out here."

She slammed her bedroom door, hoping he'd get the hint he wasn't  welcome. What was he doing here? Did he think she'd love how he came to  her turf? Did he think she'd be more comfortable and melt into a puddle  at his feet, and then invite him into her bed?

Oh, that man was infuriating. Catalina jerked off her wet clothes and  draped them over her shower rod in her bathroom. Quickly she threw on a  bra, panties and another sundress, one of her own designs she liked to  wear out. It was simple, but it was hers, and her confidence was always  lifted when she wore her own pieces.

Her damp hair wasn't an issue right now. All she wanted to know was why  he was here. If he only came for another make-out scene that was going  to leave her frustrated and angry, she wanted no part of it. She  smoothed back a headband to keep her hair from her face. It was so short  it would be air-dried in less than an hour.

Padding barefoot back into her living room, she found Will standing  near the door where she'd left him. He held a small package in his hands  that she hadn't noticed before. Granted she'd had her back to him most  of the time because she didn't want to face him.

"Come bearing gifts?" she asked. "Didn't you learn your lesson after the flowers?"

Will's smile spread across his face. "Thought I'd try a different tactic."

On a sigh, Catalina crossed the room and sank into her favorite cushy  chair. "Why try at all? Honestly. Is this just a game to see if you can  get the one who got away? Are you trying to prove to yourself that you  can conquer me? Is it a slumming thing? What is it, Will? I'm trying to  understand this."

He set the box on the coffee table next to a stack of the latest  fashion magazines. After taking a seat on her couch, Will rested his  elbows on his knees and leaned forward.

Silence enveloped them and the longer he sat there, the more Catalina  wondered what was going through his mind. Was he planning on lying? Was  he trying to figure out how to tell her the truth? Or perhaps he was  second-guessing himself.

She studied him-his strong jawline, his broad frame taking up so much  space in her tiny apartment. She'd never brought a man here. Not that  she'd purposely brought Will here, but having such a powerful man in her  living room was a new experience for her.

Maybe she was out of her league. Maybe she couldn't fight a force like  Will Rowling. But she was sure as hell going to try because she couldn't  stand to have her heart crushed so easily again.

Catalina curled her feet beside her in the spacious chair as Will met  her gaze. Those piercing aqua eyes forced her to go still.

"What if I'm here because I've never gotten over you?"