Shock Marriage For The Powerful Spaniard / The Greek's Virgin Temptation. Cathy Williams

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СКАЧАТЬ the same reason you’re here! The money. Look, don’t you have stuff to do? Unpack? Touch base with your friends and relatives to tell them that you’ve arrived safe and sound?’

      ‘I don’t have much to unpack and notifying friends and relatives can wait. I’ll have that cup of coffee you offered earlier. If you feel guilty about doing something in the big house that doesn’t involve working for them and obeying orders even when they’re not around, then you can fill in some time by telling me what they want me to do around here. Although I’m sure there’s a helpful list as long as my arm.’

      ‘One coffee…’

      ‘I get it. Then you have things to do.’

      This time, he spent a bit longer inspecting the house as they entered. He pushed open doors while Sofia watched, knowing that she should say something but not sure what, because she didn’t think he was going to make off with the family silver.

      The guy was dressed in clean but worn clothes, but something about him, some instinct, told her that he was no thief and that he saw nothing wrong with checking out his surroundings.

      She wondered whether his bone-deep confidence was born from the fact that he was so spectacularly good-looking, but then she thought about herself and the way her looks had the opposite effect on her, making her timid, cautious and always ready to bolt. Maybe when it came to the lottery of good looks it was different for guys—she didn’t imagine that Rafael would have been hounded by jealous peers and plagued by the wandering hands of women he didn’t want near him, fearful that they might take advantage.

      She just knew that he sent shivers of awareness racing up and down her spine.

      She made them both a mug of coffee and, because she was hungry again, she fixed herself something to eat, another sandwich, while he looked on, his dark eyes watching her with veiled, lazy interest.

      ‘Is it because you like kids?’

      ‘I beg your pardon?’

      ‘The reason why you’re here, working for a couple you don’t respect.’

      ‘You’re jumping to all sorts of conclusions!’

      ‘Am I?’

      ‘I’m not asking you a load of questions.’

      ‘What would you like to know?’ Rafael murmured softly, leaning back into his chair and angling it so that he could hook his foot under another and scrape it towards him to use it as a footrest.

      He folded his hands behind his head and stared at her.

      ‘How did you manage to wangle the job here?’

      ‘I have a few connections. Does it matter?’

      ‘I don’t suppose so…’

      ‘You never answered my question about whether you worked here because you liked kids. Do you have any siblings?’ Again, another question. Rafael already knew the answer but he had been tasked with finding out about the woman, and he intended to do so just whatever way he chose. An evasion here…a little white lie there…so many things could unlock the secret of a person’s personality, and when a fortune was at stake unlocking her personality was more than just a technicality.

      ‘No.’ Sofia hesitated and her cut-glass green eyes clouded over. ‘I’m an only child. My mother…fell in love with some old guy when she was in her twenties.’

      ‘Some old guy?’

      ‘Well, my father, as it happens, who was much older than her.’ Sofia grimaced. ‘She didn’t like talking about it. In fact, she didn’t for most of my life, but then when she got ill she began opening up a bit more…’

      Rafael was watching her carefully. ‘So where is he now?’

      ‘Who knows? It didn’t last.’

      ‘Why not?’

      ‘It doesn’t matter. It ended because that’s the way most relationships go. They end.’

      ‘You’re very jaded for someone as young as you are. Why? And did you ever want to find out about…the old guy?’

      ‘Why should I?’ Her eyes flashed sudden, blazing anger.

      Rafael shrugged. ‘Curiosity?’

      ‘I’m too busy trying to get on with living my life to be curious about anyone or anything,’ Sofia muttered.

      ‘That’s a lie.’

      ‘What?’

      ‘You’re lying. You’re curious about me. I can see it on your face and hear it in your voice.’

      ‘You’re incredibly egotistic!’

      ‘I’m curious about you as well. You’re not travelling down a one-way street, Sofia…’

      The suddenly charged silence that followed his remark stretched and stretched to breaking point. Rafael vaulted fluidly upright and proceeded to prowl through the kitchen, then he disappeared into the adjoining pantry to reappear with a bottle of wine. He raised both eyebrows at her horrified expression. ‘I’m sure your dictator employers won’t mind if we crack open this bottle of wine to make the time go quicker.’

      ‘You can’t!’ She released a long breath, confused and addled.

      ‘Are you going to stop me?’ He hunted down a corkscrew and a couple of crystal glasses and poured. He held out the glass and, after a moment’s hesitation, Sofia took it.

      They hadn’t exactly locked the wine away but she’d known, without having to be told, that all alcohol was off-limits for her. She had never had a problem with that because she wasn’t much of a drinker, and she respected the boundaries they had laid down.

      But that rebellious streak she hadn’t even known existed sparked into life again, filling her with a sense of wicked daring as she sipped some of the red wine.

      ‘Don’t worry,’ Rafael murmured, swirling his glass and breathing in the fragrant aroma for a few seconds, appreciating the quality of the grape. ‘I’ll make sure I replace it.’

      ‘If you plan on drinking any more of this stuff,’ Sofia grimaced, ‘Then you’re going to find that you’ve blown all your earnings before you’ve even done a day’s work in the garden! The Walters are very fussy when it comes to their wines. I have no idea how much this bottle cost but it won’t be cheap.’

      ‘Which is why you’re terrified of going near that wine fridge?’

      ‘Drinking isn’t appropriate when you’re looking after children.’

      ‘And, as you’ve said, you’re on call twenty-four hours a day, every day of the week…’ He strolled towards the huge double-fronted steel grey fridge and stared at drawings that had been attached by magnets to the front, oddly out of place in the vast, modern, clinically pristine surroundings. He un-tacked a photo and peered at it, then he looked at her.

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