The Billionaire's Baby Bargain(11)

Now it was his turn to laugh, but he did so silently. So it was true. Chloe genuinely had no idea who he was. The discovery was such a novelty that it sent a thrill of wonder through him. Somehow he’d stumbled upon one of the few women in Spain—who worked for him, nonetheless—who had no clue of his true identity.

This was a woman who, for once, didn’t want him for his immense fortune or social status, but instead because of a random, passionate encounter on the beach. She wasn’t looking to get close to him, dig up dirt and sell a story to the tabloids for a few bucks.

His decision not to use a contract for Chloe to become his lover seemed even more justified. And she would become his lover tonight. Perhaps one night would be all it took to divest this feverish need for her in his blood.

“Spend the evening with me,” he commanded, and gave a gentle, coaxing smile. “I will find somewhere else to stay, if you’d like, so there is no…conflict of interest, shall we say?”

Her eyes rounded with shock. “You’d leave the resort? Just so—”

“Chloe, I want you.” He lifted her hand to his mouth and turned it over, palm side up. Then he brushed his lips over the frantically beating pulse on her inner wrist. “And I will do whatever it takes to have you. If my being a guest here is a problem, then I will leave.”

Disbelief flickered in her eyes, then finally pleasure. He saw her pupils dilate, heard the catch in her breath; they were the signs of a woman growing aroused. She wanted him. She was so close to capitulating. His blood surged and desire stirred in his loins.

He nipped at the soft flesh of her wrist. “I will do anything.”

He just barely stopped himself from uttering the words name your price, knowing it would annihilate any chance he had of swaying her. For Chloe, he suspected, it would never be about the money. And he would do well to remember she could not be approached with the same calculations of a business negotiation.

But he’d meant it—there weren’t many lengths he wouldn’t go to in order to have her in his bed.

She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and groaned. “I don’t know. I keep thinking—”

“That is the problem. You are thinking with your head instead of your heart,” he murmured huskily, scarcely believing the words had come from him. He was by no means a romantic, and was hardly one to follow his own advice. Every decision he made was carefully weighed and considered using logic.

But his words proved to be the tipping point for Chloe. Her body softened against him and the hesitancy slipped from her eyes.

Something flickered in her stare. Something that said Chloe was a romantic, and his words about using her heart had surreptitiously manipulated her into agreeing. His gut twisted, but any guilt he had was vanquished when she gave a slow nod.

“You don’t need to move to another hotel, Andrés. I’ll say yes regardless,” she said quietly. “I can’t leave you again tonight. I already regret leaving you last night.”

A thrill of triumph rocketed through his blood at her acknowledgement and he tugged her hard against him.

Her soft cry of surprise faded into a sigh when he nuzzled her neck, inhaling the scent of her jasmine perfume and the essence of her. Of Chloe.

Dios, she tempted him like no woman ever had. And soon she would be his.

“Let me make love to you, cariño.” He kissed the furiously beating pulse in her neck.

When he lifted his head to stare down at her, her gaze was full of passion and trust.

“Yes,” she agreed, and lifted her arms around his neck. “Please, Andrés. I want you so much.”

It was the only acquiescence he needed before he drove her lips apart with his own to satisfy the savage hunger inside him.



Please don’t let this be a mistake, Chloe thought, leaning into Andrés and surrendering to the pleasure of the moment. Kissing him back with a fervor that left her breathless.

She was swept off her feet, literally and emotionally, when he lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.

Perhaps she was a fool, but something deep inside her was begging to take this risk. To gamble with her heart and delve into this explosive passion between them. It all just seemed so right. She was in Spain, being seduced by a man who could make her tremble with want from just a look. For the first time in her life she desired a man with a force that almost terrified her.

The idea of walking away now, of telling him no again, left her chilled and had her stomach knotting.

No regrets. It was her motto in life and it had also been the theme in the diary.

Her body hummed with excitement as he laid her atop the plush bedding in his room. He reached for the first buttons on her blouse with a dark, sensual promise in his eyes.