Confidence. Surrender.
She’s giving me everything.
Olívia has never been more mine than in this moment.
Still kneeling, I reach behind her and turn off the shower. She remains silent, as if sensing my need for her.
I kiss her thigh, and her legs part.
Without touching her with my hands, I move closer and inhale her scent. The perfume overwhelms my senses, seeping under my skin. I lift one of her legs, resting it on my shoulder, and part her lips. Her hands come to my hair as she leans back against the wall.
At the first touch of my mouth, she trembles and moans, begging for more.
I invade her body with tongue and fingers, taking what I need and offering what I have. I’m in no hurry. I could savor my woman forever.
When she collapses in my arms, I scoop her up, both of us still wet, and carry her to the bedroom.
I lie back on the bed, pulling her over me. I’m eager to possess her, but right now, I need her to know how cherished she is.
“How are you?” I ask.
“Confused. Do you really think it was Kathleen?”
“I do.”
“Out of jealousy over you?”
“I think so. You asked me why I transferred her. The truth is, she’d been acting inappropriately.”
Olívia lifts her head and smiles, even though her eyes are still swollen from earlier tears. “I’m your secretary, and I’m guilty of plenty of inappropriate behavior with my boss too. And you don’t even know about my thoughts.”
I steal a kiss. “That’s different. I’ve been attracted to you since that first day in the café.”
“Was that why you hired me?”
“No. I wanted to take care of you.”
“I don’t need to be taken care of.”
“I know, but I want to do it anyway.”
“I don’t want to be just another item on your to-do list, Guillermo, or be added to a list of tasks like you do with yourbrothers. I can take care of myself. If you want a relationship, even if you’re afraid of getting hurt, I’ll go along with it, but I won’t accept being treated like a trinket.”
“I don’t doubt your ability to take care of yourself, Olívia. That’s not why I stepped in today.”
“I know. I was kind of catatonic today, but I recover quickly. I’m not sad anymore, but I’m damn angry.”
I laugh because she seems a little crazy right now. “Angry, huh?”
“Yes. I’m not an aggressive person, but I feel like slapping that conceited blonde. Who does she think she is to play with my life like this?”
“God, you look delicious when you’re angry. It almost makes me want to provoke you just to bring out that anger.”
“You’re crazy,” she says, but she’s smiling. “Will you really talk to the press tomorrow? Why?”
“We will. Joaquín has probably already released the footage of Charlotte putting the wallet in your bag. That, coupled with the fact that the news channels probably know by now that we’re together, will quickly overshadow the videos that were made of your arrest at the hotel.”
“But it will make you a target for the tabloids. When your wife died, I don’t remember reading anything related to your family name, which tells me that you stay away from gossip.”
