The Spaniard's Pleasurable Vengeance. Lucy Monroe

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       CHAPTER TWO

      RANDI CAUGHT HER breath as Baz put his arm around her waist to walk to the piano bar.

      He was so virile and strong. Rich and gorgeous.

      An overwhelming example of the male species, and that was no exaggeration.

      She was having a hard time understanding what he was doing with her. She wasn’t hideous. Or embarrassingly awkward company, but that didn’t mean she was the usual sort of date for a man like Basilio Perez.

      Randi knew who and what she was. A usually shy, moderately pretty woman, who found the company of children easier to navigate than most single men.

      She didn’t date a lot, especially after the accident five years ago. Unable to deal with the media frenzy and social media ostracization, the man she’d thought she was going to marry had broken things off. Then Randi had been tricked into dating a reporter who wanted the inside scoop on the woman accused of destroying a family with her carelessness.

      Each defection had devastated and demoralized her, the loss of friendships and even her university scholarship only adding to her sense of betrayal. She’d learned not to trust quickly or easily, not with new friends and particularly not with possible boyfriends.

      She never allowed strange men to talk her into dinner and drinks.

      But Baz wasn’t exactly some random stranger. He was the president of a multibillion-dollar conglomerate. No way did he have a hidden agenda. Randi had nothing the man could want.

      However, that didn’t make this date any less bewildering, not to mention disturbing. The more time she spent with him, the more her attraction to him grew. She’d never felt anything as powerful. She wanted him. Seriously, deeply.

      His arm around her waist was not helping her sense of self-control, either.

      That simple point of contact ratcheting up the unexpected, unfamiliar and yet incredible sensations of desire coursing through her.

      “So, um, do you come to Portland often?” She nearly winced at her gauche question. It sounded like she was fishing for the future and she was too smart to think they had one of those.

      “This is my first time.”

      “Really? It’s an amazing city that prides itself on being weird.” She adored the eccentricity mixed with a good dose of cosmopolitan culture and had grown to love her new home in a very short amount of time.

      “So I’ve been told.”

      “I just moved here a couple of months ago, but I wouldn’t mind showing you some of the sights, if you like.” Randi waited with cautious hope for Baz’s answer to what was for her a very bold and unprecedented offer.

      “I would like that.” Dark eyes glinting with something like satisfaction, he smiled down at her. “Getting a feeling for the area is part of how I make decisions about whether or not to buy.”

      “So you are here looking for a property.” She knew it.

      But she did her best to ignore the tendril of hope unfurling inside her. If he bought a property, he’d come back. Wouldn’t he?

      “Perhaps” was all he said.

      She laughed, finding something about his caginess endearing. “I’m not going to blab. Even if I did, who could I tell that would impact you?” she teased. “I’m a social worker, not a real estate mogul.”

      His responding laughter sent shivers of sensation through her. “As you say.”

      “But you’re still not going to tell me, are you?”

      “No.”

      “You’re a very cautious man.”

      “I would not be where I am if I were not.”

      “Walking down the street with a woman you just met hours ago?” She made no effort to hide the laughter in her voice, because really? If she was acting impulsively, so was he.

      He stopped and pulled her around to face him, their bodies inches apart, his attention intent and on her only. “You enjoy your own humor, don’t you?”

      “Someone should.”

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