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What was she doing here? How had she reached this point?
She was an intelligent woman who could have been absorbed in her career, instead of which she was living at the whim of an extremely volatile billionaire, wondering whether she was wearing the right dress.
Impatient with herself, she turned sideways and took another look, wondering whether to go back and change into something different. Still on edge after their previous encounter, she had no idea how to handle Raul in his current mood.
They had entirely different ideas about marriage, she thought helplessly. About life.
For him, blistering sex was apparently enough. Was that just his macho, South American genes coming into play?
Still shaken by the explosion of passion that had consumed both of them, Faith lifted a hand to her lips, still tasting the lick of his tongue and the heat of his kiss.
He’d been out of control. Seriously out of control.
And so had she.
What had happened to her brain? What had happened to her ability to think clearly and logically?
Stopping had been the hardest thing she’d ever done, even harder than walking away from him because at the time, that had seemed the right thing to do.
And now? Did it seem right now?
She didn’t know.
All she knew was that her body was buzzing and desire was racing round it like a dangerous drug.
With a groan of disbelief, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to dispel the erotic images in her head. She had to stop him thinking about sex. And she had to stop thinking about sex. So, with that objective in mind, she’d been perfectly happy to comply with his command that she wear something discreet.
In the wardrobe he’d provided for her, she’d found a simple black dress that fell from a high neckline to the floor in a single sweep of soft fabric. She had no idea if it was too dressy for the evening ahead because he hadn’t elaborated on what was expected of her. All she knew was that when she looked in the mirror, not one single part of her was on display except her arms.
Satisfied that she’d fulfilled his request, she walked into the living room on shaking legs. She was standing by the door looking across the beach, her stomach knotted in a turmoil of anticipation when she heard him enter the room.
Making sure that her defences were firmly in place, she took a slow breath and turned.
As always he exuded effortless style, his trousers superbly tailored to make the most of his physique, his jacket moulded to his wide shoulders. Tall, athletic and impossibly handsome, he looked every inch the wealthy and successful tycoon and the hint of arrogance in his bearing made her smile.
‘I’m sure the other guy, whoever he is, will just give up on the spot when he sees you.’ Her eyes slid over him. ‘You look scary and intimidating when you dress for business, do you know that?’
‘Appearance matters.’
‘Spoken like a true Argentine male.’
His response to her light teasing was a careless shrug. ‘I am an Argentine male, cariño. I have never denied that.’
But although she knew he was capable of using his looks when it suited him, she also knew that his success was due to his drive, energy and phenomenal intellect. Raul Vásquez was super-bright. His brain worked at twice the speed of most people’s and he used his skills in that area to ruthless advantage, out-manoeuvering, out-negotiating.
He ran his eyes over her in silence and his eyes darkened. ‘I told you not to wear anything provocative.’
Having been sure that her dress was perfect, Faith raised her eyebrows. ‘This isn’t provocative.’
‘If you think that, then clearly you dressed without the aid of a mirror.’
Confused and exasperated, she glanced down at herself. ‘You said no legs and
no cleavage.’
‘Your arms are showing.’
She lifted her head and looked at him. ‘My arms?’
