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Chapter 59
A loud announcement on the speaker system drowned out my wailed protest of, “Oh, God, no, don’t do that!” half protest, half yelling at my father.
And yet he didn’t hear me.
“I’ve lost touch since Alejandro Sancho retired from the business world. This could be the perfect opportunity to reconnect, and I’m sure Preston could arrange accommodation for you.”
“I wouldn’t want to trade in our relationship.”
Ignoring the sarcasm of my retort, my father mused thoughtfully, “The Sancho family has strong South American connections, connections that could be very us
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“Mr. Sancho,” I muttered. “I was just talking about you.” And I raised the phone that I still held in a white knuckled grip.He just fucking kissed me.Two years didn’t change him. He looked perhaps a little leaner, a little harder, the angles and planes of his incredible face perhaps more sharply defined. But basically, he was still the same.But I am not the old Beatrice. I’ve moved on, and became wiser. I reminded myself.He just kissed you. My brain keeps on saying this.Preston is just standing in front of me waiting for his breathing to return to something approximating normal and watched me, fascinated to see denial this up close. Yeah, he may brand me as a denial queen. But I don’t mind, I’ll keep doing this is I want to.I was just addressing my remarks to some point over his shoulder, and my attractive contralto voice had an audible edge of hysteria. Though, the open neck of my
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I wanted to slap his hand away. I wanted to tell him that I had no desire to know him. I wanted to tell him to stop looking at me like that. I never thought that his eyes could be this expressive, and it’s drowning me. “Stop looking—” As his mouth covered my own for a second time, my strength left my body in one whoosh. If his one hand had not curled like a supportive steel band around my ribcage, dragging my body up against his iron-hard thighs, I would have slid to the ground. His kisses always make me weak.&
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I turned my head. The woman standing there was tiny, barely an inch above five feet. The last time I had seen the petite brunette, the older woman had been wearing a ring; but today her hand was bare, but nothing else, it seemed, had changed. Roxanne Sancho was still the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Never a hair out of place, she looked like a porcelain ornament with big brown eyes, a rosebud mouth, and a delicate nose. She had this sort of delicate fragility that aroused the protective instinct in men. And she is Preston’s ex-wife. “I did call, but you were...” Roxanne raised her darkened brow and lifted her inquiring gaze to Preston as she teased “... occupied.&rdqu
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I was so angry with myself; I was a fool who fall for his trap again. I know he manipulated me to accept this ride—a two-year-old could have seen through his tactics—I maintained my tight-lipped, frigged silence until Preston had negotiated the congested traffic around the airport. “I think you owe me an apology.” “You do? For what exactly?” he said, and it seems I got his interest. “You kissed me,” I said, annoyingly. I could not say it without blushing. I just hoped he was too busy avoiding some suicidal cyclists to notice. Preston arched an eyebrow and flashed a quick wolfish
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I squashed the flash of sympathy I felt for him. It might explain why, but it did not begin to excuse the way he had used me. “It is in the cards, though uncertain as yet. You sound surprise to me?” “I am.” Not as surprised as I had been when I had learned that the couple who had seemed a perfect match on every level were breaking up. Until the moment that the divorce had been announced, I had expected a dramatic reconciliation, but the Sancho divorce, like the break-up. Had been low key and bizarrely amicable based on what they called a mutual decision. But had that mutual, civilized, still-good-friend
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I lagged a little behind as I follow Preston into the building. We had crossed the foyer and entered an elevator before my preoccupied brain made a fairly obvious leap. “This is not a restaurant.” I blurted out. As I speak the glass door closed with a silent swish and the elevator rose silently. I am not fond of heights, so I didn’t take the opportunity to look down into the greenly filled atrium down below. “Smart and beautiful.” He murmured. I just rolled my eyeballs. I need to look away from him and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Am I really beautiful? I had a classic English-rose beauty
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