Proof Of Their One Hot Night by Emmy Grayson

Author:Emmy Grayson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-11T13:41:13+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

THE BLACK SHIRT and skirt Calandra wore as she walked down the front steps of the villa only made her look paler. Beautiful, Alejandro acknowledged, but aloof, distant. She walked toward the vintage Rolls-Royce, a purse slung across her body, hair pulled back in a tight braid. If she thought he wouldn’t be attracted to her when she dressed like she was going to a funeral, she was dead wrong. The braid bared her face to his gaze, a sight he consumed greedily. Dark brows bringing out her gray eyes, sharp cheekbones offset by that intoxicating, rosebud-shaped mouth.

Beautiful. He knew how to work with beautiful. But as she drew closer, her hand straying to the tiny bump beneath her shirt, he knew a moment of uncertainty. The women he’d known before had been easy to deal with and, most of the time, fun. For some, he’d been a shoulder to lean on. For others, he’d been a body to enjoy as they pushed memories of past lovers out of their mind. For a select few who had not heeded his caution that he was only interested in a good time, he’d been the target of angry tears and smeared mascara as they’d thrown shoes, hairbrushes or, in the case of a beautiful symphony percussionist with a passionate temper, a glockenspiel.

But this...this was new territory. Not just because she carried his child inside her. She fought him at every turn, resisted his usually successful charms and scorned the wealth that previous women of his acquaintance fawned over.

She fascinated him.

He glanced down at his watch, not ready to have her see how much she affected him beyond the physical attraction. “Five fifty-nine. I’m impressed.”

Her eyes flickered over him, her gaze opaque.

“I’m impressed you’re wearing clothes.”

He cracked a grin. “Figured I’d try something new since my state of undress doesn’t seem to affect you.”

“Fishing for compliments, are we?”

“I’m not above begging.”

She stopped in front of him. The faintest scent of sandalwood mixed with something surprisingly soft and fruity—cherries?—teased him. He resisted the urge to lean in, inhale her scent and place the faintest of kisses on her lovely neck.

He dragged his gaze from where her pulse beat at the base of her throat up to meet her eyes. Not dark and flinty, but soft and gray.

“You look handsome tonight, Alejandro.”

The simple compliment floored him. No over-the-top words, no excessive batting of the eyelashes. Just five words that shot straight into his chest.

He opened the door and gave her an exaggerated bow. “It’s a start. After you, mademoiselle.”

How big of a bastard was he that he was encouraging her to open up to him while throwing up his own defenses? His conscience bugged him the entire ride into Marseille as he regaled her with the history of the town and pointed out various landmarks.

They arrived at the harbor, and he escorted her onto the teakwood deck of the yacht.

“Bonjour, Mademoiselle Smythe!” Suzie said happily as Calandra walked onboard. “I am so excited for this opportunity.

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