Bound To A Billionaire. Michelle Smart

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      Like it or not, she was stuck with him for the coming week and had no idea how she was going to get through it without slapping his arrogant, handsome face.

      Pretending to be engrossed in her novel, she couldn’t resist a surreptitious glance and found him at the edge of the pool, testing the temperature of the water with his toes.

      Even with the distance between them his muscular beauty made her breath catch in her throat. All thoughts of hiding disappeared as she drank in the magnificence Felipe’s clothing had only hinted at.

      His darkly tanned skin gleamed under the bright afternoon sun, his chest broad and muscular, a light smattering of hair across the pecs thickening the lower they went over an abdomen she just knew would be hard to the touch.

      With a grace that belied his size and muscularity, he dived in.

      She heard the distinct sound of a woman sucking in a breath. It took a few beats to realise the sound had come from her.

      His arms powered him to the far side then he rolled in the water and swam fluidly back.

      Back and forth he went, streaking through the pool as if he’d been born to water, born to swim.

      She couldn’t tear her eyes from him. It was as if she’d been hypnotised.

      She lost count of how many laps he swam before hauling himself out.

      The ache that had steadily formed while she’d watched turned into a throb to see water drip from his body and she almost forgot she was trying to hide from him.

      Shoving her book back over her face, she closed her eyes and took some long breaths in an attempt to get her heart rate back to one that didn’t make her fear it would beat out of her chest.

      Only when she opened her eyes again did she notice she was holding her book upside down. When she next peeked over it, Felipe had gone.

      * * *

      Fifty laps of the swimming pool and Felipe still felt wired.

      Eight years in the forces had taught him to snatch sleep wherever he could. He’d slept without any problem leaning against jagged rocks, under prickly shrubs, in trenches of mud, with gun fire ringing in the distance, yet put him in a four-poster bed in a sweet-scented suite for a power nap and sleep remained stubborn. It had been stubborn all night.

      It was that damned woman in the suite next door who was the cause of it.

      He’d spent the morning working out tactics for the next few days, sending his plans over to James and Seb and his men situated on Caballeros.

      He would feel better if he knew what those men who’d followed them had wanted but they’d proved harder to find than sleep.

      Two more of his men were, at that moment, en route to Caballeros. When he returned there with Francesca in the morning there would be eyes and ears everywhere, keeping watch. Keeping her safe.

      Felipe rubbed his eyes, sighed and swung his legs off the bed.

      The guilt at his anger towards her had grown and his self-chastisement with it.

      Control and discipline were the two most important elements needed for his job. He’d learned both in the forces and had carried it through to his business. He demanded the men he employed have the same qualities. When danger was rife, keeping a cool head was a necessity even when, as he’d learned to his bitter cost, it wasn’t always enough.

      He’d lost that cool head with Francesca.

      He’d overstepped the mark. He would have to apologise. That had been his intention before he’d left his suite for a swim. He would do his fifty laps then seek her out and apologise.

      She’d been at the poolside. He’d seen her the moment he’d stepped onto the tiles surrounding the pool, spotting her as she pulled a book over her face, pretending not to have seen him.

      He’d swum his lengths with more vigour than usual, pounding the water as if the strokes could sweep away the image of Francesca on a recliner wearing nothing but a tiny pale yellow bikini.

      Dios, she had curves that could make a man weep.

      He’d sensed her watching his every stroke.

      When he’d finished, he hadn’t been able to resist another look while he’d dried himself. She’d been holding her book over her face again.

      With the tell-tale tingles of arousal curling through his loins, he’d beaten a hasty retreat back to his suite and taken a cool shower.

      Apologising could wait.

      He couldn’t entertain the thought of knocking on her suite door. That would be putting temptation in his path when he needed to divert around it.

      It was standard practice to sleep in the adjacent room to the client. He’d arranged with the hotel manager to beef up the hotel’s already tight security, the memory of the black Mondeo that had followed them hovering in the background of his mind a constant presence. Here, in this hotel, Francesca was safe. But not safe enough for him to contemplate changing suites to one on the other side of the complex, even though his every sinew strained to run.

      Not wanting to be stuck with his own morose company and already bored with room service, he donned a pair of smart black chinos and a grey shirt, and decided to check out one of the hotel’s many restaurants.

      There were half a dozen eateries to choose from. The only one that appealed was the Mediterranean Restaurant and Bar, which seemed the most informal of them and promised live music.

      If he could have chosen anywhere he would have found an American diner and eaten the largest burger on the menu but he didn’t want to drive. He wanted to surround himself with people, eat and then sleep.

      The restaurant was busy. A bar covered one wall while a small stage and dance area was set up on the wall opposite.

      A waiter led him to an available table and as they went through the room Felipe spotted a lone figure sitting at a table tucked away in the corner, reading a menu.

      His heart managed to sink and leap at the same moment, and in that same moment Francesca gazed absently around the room and found him. There was one quick blink before she put her head back down.

      He rubbed the back of his neck. At the pool it had been easy for them both to pretend they hadn’t see each other but now there was no avoiding her.

       CHAPTER FIVE

      ‘DO YOU WANT some company?’ Felipe asked when he reached her. She wore a pretty floral dress with tiny straps. He caught a glimpse of thigh.

      Francesca eyed him warily then gave a small nod.

      He took the chair the waiter held out for him and sat down, noting the tall multi-coloured cocktail glass with an umbrella and СКАЧАТЬ