The Spaniard's Pleasurable Vengeance. Lucy Monroe

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      Miranda stood up. “You made it.”

      Basilio nodded, finding her enthusiasm almost charming. There was such an innocence about this woman, he found it hard to believe she had plans to blow his family’s peace right out of the water. She did not look or behave like someone who would go on a talk show to spite them, particularly after committing such a heinous act as hitting a small child with her car.

      But he had it on good authority that Miranda Smith, for all her airs of innocence, was exactly that kind of woman.

      He could not afford to forget that fact.

      “This is my sister, Kayla Kostas, and her husband, Andreas.” Miranda indicated the other two people with one hand, nearly knocking over a filled water goblet.

      Her brother-in-law saved the table from getting doused with a discernible lack of impatience.

      Basilio inclined his head to the married couple. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

      “Randi said she met you on the street?” Kayla asked as Andreas sat down, clearly wanting more information.

      Miranda had dropped back into her chair across the dining table from him. She smiled shyly at him, her cheeks tinged with color. Was she embarrassed she’d allowed him to pick her up?

      He winked at her and watched the color darken along her lovely cheekbones, then turned his head to meet Kayla’s eyes. “We bumped into each other.”

      “More like I mowed him down in my rush to be on time.”

      The twinge he felt that she was taking responsibility for the collision he had orchestrated was odd, and Basilio ignored it. “You were in a rush to get here, I believe.”

      “I was late.”

      “I guessed.”

      She ducked her head. “Yes, well...”

      “Do you make a habit of picking up women you bump into on the street?” Andreas asked, his tone cynical.

      “Having dinner with a beautiful woman is never a hardship.” Basilio met the assessing green gaze steadily.

      He’d spent years rebuilding his father’s company and the Perez name in business circles. Basilio had learned long ago not to allow anyone else’s opinion of him, or his actions, to disconcert him.

      Andreas Kostas was not the only dangerous business shark in the room.

      “You didn’t answer my question.” The other man was not easily fobbed off.

      Basilio didn’t mind. “I did not.”

      He was going to leave it that way until he noted the uncertainty clouding Miranda’s expression. His plans required her trust.

      So he spoke to her, not the nosy Greek sitting to Basilio’s left. “I have never picked up a woman I met on the street. I did not pick you up like a lost puppy. I asked you for drinks. You suggested dinner and I was pleased to accept.”

      “If that’s not the definition of a pickup, I don’t know what is,” Kayla inserted.

      But Miranda looked happier and that was all that Basilio was worried about. She smiled at him. “I’m glad to hear that.”

      “Be assured you are not one of many.” She was, in fact, the only woman who could give his family what they so desperately needed: peace.

      Miranda let out a small gasp, but the sound that came from her brother-in-law was far more cynical.

      Basilio gave him a dry look. “How do you like venture capitalism? Different from digital security?”

      “You meant to run into Randi!” Kayla exclaimed. “You wanted to meet Andreas. You know who he is.”

      Miranda’s head jerked, and her beautiful gray eyes filled with hurt.

      This was getting ridiculous. Basilio frowned at the sister. “While I applaud your concern for Miranda, please stop putting such negative thoughts into her head. I assure you, if I wanted to meet your husband to discuss a business venture, he would take my call.”

      Andreas narrowed his gaze. “Don’t glower at my wife. She’s just looking out for Randi.”

      “As I said, laudable, but unnecessary.”

      “What does he mean, Andreas? Do you know something about Basilio?” Kayla asked.

      Andreas’s jaw hardened, like he’d just realized who Basilio was. “Basilio Perez is the president of the worldwide real estate and hotel consortium known as Perez Holdings. He has fingers in more pies than Sebastian Hawk.”

      “You are?” Miranda asked, looking pale.

      “I am. That does not change your desire to dine with me, does it?” he teased, knowing it wouldn’t. He’d never met a woman not drawn to his power and position.

      She looked like she wasn’t sure of her answer, though. “I’m not in your league.”

      “I’m not looking for a baseball team to dine with, just one quirky, charming woman and her very suspicious relatives.” Not that they had nothing to worry about in her regard, but their concerns were in all the wrong directions.

      While Basilio dated his fair share of women, he was by no means a womanizer. And he was not looking to use her for her family business connections.

      “Oh, that’s kind of sweet,” Kayla said.

      Miranda nodded. “It is.”

      Andreas was still watching Basilio with suspicion. However, after they ordered their food and the evening progressed, the other man thawed some. Basilio found himself actually enjoying conversation with the somewhat socially awkward Kayla, her very business-savvy husband and the unexpectedly sweet Miranda.

      “So, are you here looking at an acquisition?” Andreas asked at one point.

      Basilio put down his glass of very good scotch after taking a sip. “That’s not something I can discuss.”

      “Why not?” Miranda asked, pausing with the bite of steak she had been about to eat dangling on her fork.

      “If word got out I was looking at a property, the sale price would increase immediately.”

      “Because you have deep pockets?” Miranda asked, sounding like she was trying to understand.

      “Exactly.” He was, in fact, looking at a property, a historic hotel that had closed down and would need extensive remodeling and updates before it could be opened again.

      But the property was beautiful and the bones of the hotel were strong. He hadn’t made a decision about the purchase yet, though.

      “So, property acquisition is your thing?” Kayla asked.

      “Sometimes.” He had too much to do running СКАЧАТЬ