Page 5 of What She Wants

“No, we’re past that. Thank you for the recommendation.”

He’s not looking at me like he’s a doctor anymore and now that I know the difference I almost run in the opposite direction. He screams danger. Intense danger.

“Listen, I need a huge favor or I’m going to get slaughtered in the press tomorrow. Markos, the guy the press dubbed me as dating, just told me he’s been married for fourteen years.” I sigh. “I can see all the mistress headlines tomorrow. I panicked and said I had a fiancé.” I lean in closer, while ignoring how good he smells. “But I don’t.”

“And this has what to do with me,Chispa?”

I don’t know what he just called me nor do I care.

“Can I borrow you for a few minutes? One little lie to make the press less interested in me. I need a fiancé for five minutes tops.” His smile grows like he plans to torment me. “I will owe you the biggest of favors and that goes a long way coming from a LeClaire.”

Dr. Delgado must have cat-like reflexes because he has me wrapped up in a soul-scorching kiss before I can react. He teases me with his tongue and I forget why we started kissing. I don’t care, I just don’t want him to stop. He nips my bottom lip once he ends the kiss.

“That should do it. He just disappeared with his wife.”

I don’t speak because I’m stunned into silence. Nodding tightly, I turn to walk away but he grabs me and laces his fingers with mine. He’s still standing behind me when he whispers in my ear.

“Not so fast, LeClaire. You’re mine for the rest of the night.” the way his breath tickles the spot just below the ear makes me shiver.

Then I really begin to believe I just might be a little easy because I hope he means it.

Chapter3

Marín

I expectedto spend the night being bored to death by my mother, but my night just got much more interesting. I keep my fingers laced with Esme’s as I pull her farther into the gallery. She has no idea what she started.

People look at us as we pass since she’s the favorite headline. Esme looks forward, not paying attention to the not so discreet photos being taken of us or the pointing and whispering. While I’m part of a prominent family on the island, I do not receive the kind of attention in a week that the Founder kids get in a day. I understand why Oran was a recluse before he’d gotten married. The shit is maddening. Hell, most people on the island don’t even realize that Mireya is my mother. She kept her maiden name and her vendetta towards the Founding Families quickly caused my parents to divorce just before my first birthday. My dad’s identity is also widely unknown to the masses. As far as the media knows, I’m damn near an orphan.

While I know some people may be interested in me being here with Esme, I know I’m merely just the latest fling in her revolving door of lovers to them. I don’t believe the reports of her promiscuity. Our meeting was a prime example. I could tell from the moment her golden brown eyes met mine that she was attracted to me. An easy woman would have jumped to the flirting but she was not comfortable with being attracted to her potential doctor. I respect that now and in turn, her.

She peeks up at me through her lashes like she’s trying to study me without being noticed. Slowly, I lick my lips, taking in the flavor because I can still taste her. I must admit, I’ve wanted to taste Esme for some time now and she’s only made me want it more.

My skin prickles like someone is watching me intently but I ignore the feeling. I don’t have to scan the crowd to know my mom is watching while trying to determine what in the fuck I’m doing.Trying to get Esme naked.

Her dress hugs everything I want to lick so I’ll play the fiancé card to my advantage. I stop in front of a painting and pull her back to my chest. Dropping my chin on the top of her head, I wrap a possessive arm around her waist. Fuck, she smells good.

I ignore the random couples walking by the paintings and focus on the woman in my arms. It feels good to have her in them.

“Pick a painting for us,” I encourage her.

“What?”

I smile although she can’t see me. She shudders when I graze the shell of her ear with my bearded cheek. My plan is to make her do much more than shudder.

“We’re getting married, we need art for our new place. What would you pick?”

She squirms, trying to put distance between us but I hold her tighter. Esme can’t fight me; it’ll bring media attention. I love having her trapped and at my mercy.

“Um…” She huffs and whispers. “Let me go.”

I trail my lips down her neck and drop a kiss on her shoulder. “Not a chance. Play along before I spank you.”

Her aggravated sigh doesn’t cover the shiver she’s trying to hide. Esme may think I’m just talking but I would in fact love to spank her.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would,” I assure her. The fascination in her voice is motivation enough to introduce her to my rougher side. “Hard. Now, pick.”

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