Seduced by the Heir(30)

"The charity gala will go ahead as planned, understood? Soldiers' Angels  needs funds now more than ever, and I won't let them down."

"Charity should begin at home," Paris said, meeting his dark, angry gaze  head-on. "That's what Mom used to say, and I think she was on to  something. Kennedy doesn't need your money, Dad, she needs your love and  support."

Sebastian coughed and lowered his head.

"If Mom was alive she'd be heartsick over the anger and animosity in  this family." Her sorrow was suffocating, but Paris refused to bite her  tongue. "I'm attending Kennedy and Anthony's anniversary party. They're  my family, and I won't let them down."

Paris stuffed her iPod into her pocket and swiped her cell phone off the treadmill.

"What are you doing?" Mr. St. Clair asked, gesturing with his hands to  the weight area. "We haven't done resistance training yet."

"Maybe next time." Or never, she thought, hustling toward the ladies' change room.

* * *

An hour later, Paris walked out of the fitness center feeling better  than she had in weeks. Her thoughts were clear, her body was relaxed and  she felt pretty in her fitted yellow dress.

Paris stepped off of the elevator, entered the lobby and gasped in  surprise. Shocked to see Rafael standing at the front desk holding a  massive bouquet of roses, she touched her stomach to still the  butterflies swarming around inside. Though casually dressed in a navy  blazer, argyle sweater and black slacks, he carried himself in a way  that captured the attention of everyone around him. Rafael didn't just  turn heads, he caused whiplash. The receptionist was making eyes at him,  and so was every other woman in the lobby. Paris's heart swelled with  pride. That's right, she thought, a smile exploding onto her lips. My  man's got it going on in more ways than one! She fluffed her hair and  exhaled a deep breath. Her legs felt like rubber, but she strode  confidently through the lobby toward him.                       
       
           



       

"Rafael, hey, what are you doing here?" she asked, coming up behind him  and touching his forearm. "I thought we were meeting at your place later  tonight."

He kissed her on each cheek, allowing his lips to linger on her skin.  Goose bumps exploded across her skin. Paris knew everyone in the lobby  was watching them, but she gave Rafael a peck on the lips, anyway. Damn,  he tastes even better than he looks!

"These are for you," he said, handing her the flowers.

"What's the occasion?"

"It's our two-month anniversary."

Paris buried her nose in the bouquet and inhaled the rich, fragrant scent.

"I want you to know how special you are."

He rested his hands on her waist, gently stroking and caressing her  hips. "I plan to be in your life for many years to come, so you better  get used to me being around."

"Thank you, Rafael. This is a beautiful surprise."

"I know it isn't quitting time yet, but I was hoping I could persuade  you to finish work earlier today," he said with a wink. "I want us to  grab a bite to eat before the concert-"

"What concert?"

Rafael reached into his jacket pocket and took out two tickets. "I got  front-row seats for the Backstreet Boys concert and passes for the after  party at the Champagne Lounge."

"Shut up!" Paris cheered. "No way! I can't believe it!"

Rafael chuckled. "I take it you're pleased."

"Hell, yeah," she said with a laugh. "Kennedy tried to get us tickets  for their Atlanta show last summer but by the time she got to Philips  Arena it was sold out."

"I'm not surprised. I had to call in a bunch of favors to get these."

"I love you for it!"

Rafael wiggled his eyebrows. "You do, huh? Tell me more...."

Paris froze. Her heart leaped inside her throat. Rafael's smile couldn't  be any bigger. Biting the inside her of cheek, she nervously shuffled  her feet. She adored Rafael, but now wasn't the time to bare her soul.

"Is your father around? I'd like to give him my regards."

"Trust me, you don't. My dad isn't exactly a people person, and he can be very intimidating."

"We're going to get along great," Rafael said confidently. "We have a lot in common."

His words gave her pause. "You do?"

"Absolutely. We're both Georgetown University graduates, we run  successful Fortune 500 companies, and I have a feeling you're the apple  of his eye, too."

Her pulse beat loud and fast, and the urge to kiss him was all  consuming. Paris wanted to dive into Rafael's arms and plant one on him,  but she didn't want to cause a stir at Excel Construction.

"I'm going to go grab my things from my office. Wait right here," she  said. "I know you're a ladies' man with a slick game, but try not to  sweet-talk my employees while I'm gone, okay?"

"I only have eyes for you, and that will never change."

Be still my heart!

Paris spotted her father exiting the elevator and swallowed a groan.  Panic rode inside her, filling her with a sickening sense of dread.  Something tells me this isn't going to be good, she thought, clutching  her flowers closer to her chest. Before she could even think of what to  do, her dad was standing beside her, greeting Rafael as if they were old  friends.

"It's been a long time. How are you doing?" Mr. St. Clair asked. "I trust that your parents and brothers are well."

"Everyone's great, sir, thanks for asking."

"Next time you speak to your father give him my best."

Rafael nodded. "Will do."

"I don't remember seeing your name on the client list this morning," Mr.  St. Clair said, lines of confusion wrinkling his forehead. "Who are you  meeting with today?"

Paris spoke up. "Dad, Rafael's not here on business. We have dinner plans tonight."

Her father's eyes doubled in size, and the color drained from his face.

"Don't worry, sir, I promise to have your daughter home before dark."

Paris felt relieved when she looked over and saw that her father was,  too. I was worried for nothing, she decided, resisting the urge to do  the happy dance up and down the lobby. This is going better than  expected. I can't believe it. My dad is actually smiling!

"I'm going back to my office." Mr. St. Clair adjusted his pin-striped  tie and ran a hand over his tailored suit jacket. "Have a good time  tonight and be safe."

"Thank you, sir. It was great seeing you again. Take care."                       
       
           



       

Paris snapped out of her thoughts. "Rafael, I'll be right back."

"Take as long as you need. I'm not going anywhere."

His words and his piercing gaze gave her a rush. Paris strode out of the  lobby and hurried to her corner office as fast as her feet could take  her. Her father was hot on her heels, marching briskly behind her,  speaking in a hushed tone.

"We need to talk."

"Not now, Dad. Rafael's waiting."

Paris threw open her office door and rushed inside. It was a gorgeous  space, filled with sunshine, art and cushy furniture. Bookshelves lined  the walls, framed photographs of her nieces and nephews decorated her  desk and fresh air drifted in through the open window.

"How long have you been cavorting with Rafael Morretti?"

His question threw her. "Dad, I've known Rafael since college. You know  that," she said, resting her bouquet on the desk. "He's a perfect  gentleman and one of the most thoughtful people I have ever met."

"It would be unwise to date someone with ties to the Italian Mafia. It  could be asking for trouble." Sebastian's gaze was cold and challenging,  and his arms were folded rigidly across his chest. "His father, Arturo  Morretti, is an unscrupulous businessman, and I suspect the apple didn't  fall far from the tree. Didn't you learn anything from your last  relationship?" His face clouded with anger, and his tone now filled with  disgust. "That dreadful fiasco with Winston should have made you  smarter about men and relationships."

Paris didn't want to think about the day her ex-boyfriend died or the  emotional breakdown she'd suffered at his funeral. It was times like  this, when her father threw her mistakes in her face, that she feared  she'd never escape her past or live down what she'd done.

"Men like Rafael Morretti can't be trusted."

Anger bubbled inside her, but she didn't lose her temper. "Rafael  doesn't have ties to the Mafia or any other criminal organization. His  ex-girlfriend started that rumor to get back at him for dumping her, and  I know for a fact that it isn't true."

"Is that so?"

"Rafael is a man of character and integrity, and as by-the-book as they  come. He's never even had a parking ticket, for goodness' sake!"