An adorable shade of red spread across her cheeks. “Fair enough.” A mischievous smile formed on her face. “You know, with all this talk about Theo Jr., you’ve made me curious to see it.”
Oxygen disappeared from his lungs, and a powerful arrow of lust surged down his body. There was nothing Junior about him, but the nickname amused him. “Oh, you’ll see him. All in good time.”
She stared at him in silence, and he had to mentally straitjacket himself not to jump her bones and screw her senseless. Yes, all in good time. He’d get her acquainted with his dick, then fuck her all the way home. Anticipation pounded in his bloodstream.
That’s a promise.
Chapter Four
“Ms. Lopez, is there anything I can get you?” the ever-helpful housekeeper, Valda, asked.
Some company would be a great start. Amaya shook her head at the nice fifty-something lady who had been nothing but kind since her arrival at the luxury villa two days ago.
Amaya set her tea on the table and glanced at the nicely set breakfast spread. Her stomach churned, and she touched it, a bit nauseated. “I’m good, thank you.”
“The driver’s at your service, miss. Just say the word,” Valda said, then with a nod, strolled out of sight.
Amaya looked at the infinity pool, hoping to extract some encouragement. Theo’s mansion was of a neoclassical style, with pristine white columns, triangular shaped windows, and fireplaces topped with temple fronts. Every piece of furniture carefully added to the timeless decor, and she was afraid to have a snack on the off-white set of sofas, in case she got them dirty. Surely, any little crumb would stand out in the clean, modern ambience.
She crossed her arms over her chest.
What kind of home would this be for a baby? If he and his future wife had an heir, they’d have to babyproof the hell out of this place. She walked to the back yard, as she had so many times during her short stay. The villa was located on a cliff overlooking the city, and sights of beaches and the bustling life not too far away took her breath away. The serenity from the cut grass and pretty, colorful garden contrasted against the buildings and vehicles she spotted from below.
After they’d arrived, Theo took off to his office to work. She went to her suite and ended up sleeping. Next day, besides a brief “hi” at breakfast, he took off in a rush with the excuse of an early meeting. She’d gone to sleep after midnight, too jetlagged to wait.
Today…she hadn’t even seen the man.
She remembered the cell phone Madame Alexa had given her for emergencies. Did this count as one? Being at the height of luxury, and alone? Maybe he’s changing his mind about the whole thing. He was entitled, right?
Memories of his lips on hers, him kissing her pussy stole a breath or two from her. If he didn’t screw her, could he ask for a refund? Oh no. She didn’t have the contract handy, but if people asked for a refund for a shirt they’d worn from a department store, why couldn’t he? Besides, he probably had experienced lawyers in his corner ready to fire back if Madame Alexa protested.
Shit.
She remembered how many times her mother had played the lottery, hoping one day she’d win and give them all a life they deserved. Amaya’s heart clenched. She’d had a life she’d loved very much, with her darling family until her parents died. The driver who killed them while they crossed an empty street at night had never been found. Amaya had begged the police for more answers, but why would they be invested in a couple of poor immigrants? The driver probably had money, too.
Everything always came down to money—money could have changed the outcome if her parents’ only car hadn’t been broken and they hadn’t had to walk to the convenience shop to cash in a check. Money could have helped her find an investigator or a lawyer, or hell, both to find the person responsible for their deaths.
But no.
She’d focused on raising Diego and giving him all she had. Now, money would ensure he’d have a better life than they had. She couldn’t let go of that incredible opportunity.
Keeping Theo interested in her wasn’t just a fantasy…it was financial security.
…
Theo closed the entrance door behind him.
He’d meant to call Amaya, but the day had been insane. Meetings and more meetings and also a couple phone calls to his father and younger brother Kostas.
Now, he rushed to his bedroom, hoping to shower and forget about the day. A current of apprehension surged through him. Could he also forget about the sexy woman staying in the room next to his?
He removed his jacket, placing it on the chair, then undid his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. Naked from the waist up, he noticed a light on the enormous terrace in the common area to all upstairs rooms. A place he hadn’t visited a whole bunch.
“Hi,” said a sweet, feminine voice that sent thrills down his body.
Amaya, wearing a teeny yellow bikini that enhanced her gorgeous skin color, leaned against the sliding glass door. In her hand, she held a bottle of champagne.
A lump of frustration lodged in his throat, and he sucked in a breath, suddenly out of air. He’d used the much needed catching up at work as an excuse to take things slow with her. He’d bought her for a month, yes, but he didn’t want to make a mistake. To physically hurt her, like he had Eleni.
