But Cara had tried.And he had made it very clear he wasn't interested.Extremely clear free down the track should write him to be from Australia. Explain what medium had told her. Then he would decide whether to use the information or discard it.The taxi pulled up outside the ferry terminal and Cara put the photo away. The driver helped her retrieve her backpack and then took her movement to sort out the right bills and coins to pay him.Once he was happy she hoisted her back on to her shoulder turned towards the terminal and slammed into a wall of solid muscle.The impact combined with the weight of the pack through her off balance and she stumbled backwards with a startled cry.Strong hands caught her upper arms stopping her from falling.She looked up and her mouth dried.“Xavier!”“Running away Cara?”She tried to focus on what he had said instead of the heat of his hands which felt like branding irons on her bare arms. “What?” In her peripheral vision a big dark suited man em
As soon as Javier had slipped his phone back into his jacket she blurted ,”I can't go into your office is dressed like this!”Cara could just picture the beautiful flawless assistant looking at her in her denim cut offs and tank top with barely concealed horror.His gaze lead over her setting briefly on her bare thighs before lifting back to her face. For a second their gazes smashed and her breath snacked and she thought she saw a flash of heat in those metallic grey eyes before his features grew shattered again.“We are not going to my office.” They instead went to the very top of the tower via a dedicated lift that ran from the underground car park and gave access to 2 other levels. The 44th floor where the executive officers were located and the floor above which housed the corporate apartment that rosa had mentioned as being aware he had sometimes stayed where he worked long hours.The lift was one of those super fast types that made her feel as if her stomach had relocated to h
It did not matter to her that he was commanding her.Cara was too far gone too aroused and for some reason the arrogant air of authority that normally rubbed her the wrong way only turned her on. It seemed like he was a man who knew what he wished for when he was with a woman fullHis hands had already played havoc with her pony tail leaving it a slightly askew and with long strands hanging loose about her face she pulled the elastic band off and freed the rest shaking her hair until the wavy tresses tumbled over her shoulders and down her back.Xavier took in a deep breath. He lifted his hands and smoothed the hair back from her face and then drifted his long fingers through the silky ends and murmured something in Spanish. Voice husky he reverted to English and said ,” take off your top Cara.”There was something deliciously risk about his ordering for had to strip for him. Before her confidence could waiver she pulled her tank top up over her head and let it fall from her fingers o
Cara forced herself to look at him. You have still got all your clothes on, she croaked and I have already she threw her for her arm over her eyes unable to finish.He eased her arm away and made her look at him again. “The first of many,” he said his voice a deeper of promise that sent a delicious shiver down her spine.Xavier’s head lowered and her embarrassment receded beneath the surge of anticipation as those sensual lips descended towards hers.And then a loud ringing sound came from the other end of the sofa and he tensed above her. It took her a moment to realise that it was his phone ringing.He swore and started to draw away and for a second she wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him down to her and demand that he not answer it.He did answer it. Of course. And she saw his expression change as he listened saw how after a minute he frowned down at her naked and spread eagled on the cushions as if he were only just then noticing her and wondering why a naked woma
The truth was the both had gone beyond polite the way beyond and there was number coming back from it.What he did need to get back was his focus and his concentration on work something that had been woefully lacking in the recent days.With his body still in the state of semi hardened arousal and his thoughts consumed by a certain red head however he knew that there was only one way to make that happen. And that was to finish what he had started on the sofa.Cara head movement behind her and turned from the window Xavier was off the phone. He wore a fresh shirt and matching tie and she noticed he had smoothed his hair.It looks so perfect her fingers hitched with the crazy urge to muscle it up againHe grabbed his suit jacket and put it on and is appointment cleared even though she had already assumed they wouldn't pick up where they had left off.He came towards her and her treacherous body pickled with heat. He looked suave and imperturbable again and as if short minutes ago he had
“I want you too.”“Are you listening, hermano?”Xavier jerked his head up. “What?”Ramon eyed him across the meeting table in his office ,”where is your head today?”Xavier sat forward pushed aside the plate at his elbow and grabbed his painful stop he and Ramon had decided on a working lunch in the office rather than in a restaurant where discussing sensitive matters might be difficult.Raman launched in a chair on the other side of the table. He had rolled up his shirt sleeves removed his tie and loosened his collar. Xavier supposed he should be grateful to his brother had it yet removed his shoes and propped his feet on the table.“First you forget our lunch,” Ramon accused ,”and now you seem incapable of concentrating more than just 5 minutes at a time.”Xavier scowled. “My concentration is fine.” Liar. “What else have you heard about Lloyd anderson?”“Nothing more than what I told you yesterday. He and Reynolds were spotted having lunch together last week in New York. And then An
A sudden surge of tenderness took the edge of the potent ever present desire that humped inside him like an electric current when he was around her.Cara projected such a natural buoyancy and strength that it was easy to forget that she must be still grieving. Hurting.His chest tightened and for a moment he had a strange sense that he shared in her loss. That somehow matilda's passing had forged the bond between himself and Kara connection that ran deep person sexual attraction.As swiftly as the feeling over took him however he shook it off. How could he grieve for a woman he had never known?He leaned in again and spoke softly. No querida. she is gone. But I am here.He scooped her into his arms and stood and she murmured some unintelligible words and borrowed her face into his neck. Next line in the master suit he lowered her onto the bed his brain waging a fierce battle with his body one urged him to take a blanket around her and walk away the other wanted to undress her and expl
Matilda’s DiarySadly I am also the kind of girl most men would look over. Not even take the hint of a glance. At least that's what I found. Plain, quiet, subservient, church-going, Matilda Sanchez. At reaching twenty-four years old I was still luckily living with my parents but unfortunately we had just moved across the state to a new city for my dad's work. In some regards I was fortunate, I wasn't leaving behind much, only a part time job at a little Christian book store and certainly no real friends to speak of. Not even at the church I spent my whole life going to anytime the doors were open. Even the other girls there found me to be far too strange and far too sheltered.Maybe I was, but it was for the best and I believed it. I never questioned my parents and their reasoning for the things they did. It was just how things were done and I was more than happy with that. God told me how grateful I should be.But there is no denying that after a while life was a little lonely as wel