Page 8 of Reckless Intentions
Chapter Four
Valentina Marquez’s nails clawed at Brody Fox’s buttocks as he pounded into her from above. She was sprawled on the dusty desk in the office at The Roca Bar, which had become her new favourite place for them to have sex. Brody didn’t mind, the thrill of getting caught was quite a turn on. He looked down at his lover. Her coffee coloured hair spilled across the surface, and her eyes screwed tightly shut as he thrust into her once again. This was going to have to stop, he told himself. After all, she was getting married in…he mentally did some calculations to prevent himself from coming too soon. A month. A fact she’d announced upon her arrival that afternoon. Apparently, Mateo had proposed the previous evening and she’d decided to celebrate by coming to see Brody.
“Jesus, Brody!”
The shuddering sensations coming from his lover’s body, followed by a stream of cursed expletives in heavily accented Spanish, told him she had reached her peak. She contracted around him and he rocked back and forth, furiously intent to throw himself over that edge. As he got there, one of her nails punctured his skin and he cried out, from both release and the sharp stab of pain. Brody exhaled heavily as he withdrew, Valentina’s own breaths matching his as she recovered.
She sorted herself out, then stood before him, letting her maxi dress falling to the floor. It was rare she wore underwear when they met. Or rather, when she turned up unannounced and decided that she wanted him.
“We can’t keep going on like this.” Brody almost couldn’t believe he was saying the words. He enjoyed playing around with Valentina, but even he wasn’t that much of a man whore that he’d carry on with a married woman.
“But why? I take pleasure in our time together.” Her dark eyes bored into his.
The corner of his mouth quirked. He certainly took pleasure in their time together too. “You’re marrying Mateo in a few weeks.”
Valentina’s face fell. “Then what will I do with myself?”
“Oh, I’m sure you can find something to do. Even if it’s by yourself.” The thought of Valentina on her own, her fingers bringing her the pleasure he liked to give her, brought his cock to attention again.
She twisted her hair into a ponytail and secured it with a band from around her wrist, exposing her elegant neck. If Brody had been a one-woman man, this was the type of woman that he’d want to be with. Hot and a touch reckless with it.
“But I can see you again before Mateo and me…”
He gripped her upper arms and pulled Valentina towards him. Before she had chance to do or say anything, his lips were on hers. “Before, yes. Afterwards, no.”
As she drew back, her dark eyes radiated sadness. “If only I had met you sooner, then maybe it would be us getting married.”
Brody pulled away as if she’d electrocuted him. Marriage was the last thing on his mind. He had a few more years of playing the field before he settled down. Many, many years. “I’ve got some things to do here,” he blustered. “I’ll see you again soon, though.” And he turned his back to her, tidying the desk they’d just fucked on. He heard her let out a deep breath, then pick up her bag and leave the room, closing the door behind her.
“Brody? We’ve got a delivery in ten minutes, it’s the new bar top. Where shall I put it?” Carlos, his foreman, barrelled into the room and Brody was only grateful that he hadn’t come in a few minutes earlier. No-one should see their boss inthatposition.
Brody sighed. “We’re running out of space to store things, so I’ll arrange a pick up for all the rubbish. We’ve got a load of other stuff that needs to go, right?”
Carlos nodded. “Not enough though. It’s getting crowded in the storage area.”
“Okay, give me some time to sort something out.”
The foreman left, and Brody cleared a space on the desk for his laptop and the sheaf of papers that doubled as the plans for the bar. He studied his spreadsheets, cross referenced against the plan and checked for a second time. He leaned back in the chair and sighed. Whichever way you looked at it they were behind. His hand hovered over his phone, wondering whether he should contact Caro Flynn and tell her the sorry news. Then he thought about his dwindling bank balance and the possible damage to his reputation and decided against it. Maybe a drink would be a better idea.
He gathered his things together, ready to head home and get a shower before checking out his favourite bar. “Carlos, can you lock up tonight? I need to get out of here.”
Carlos chuckled. “Sure thing, Brody, I saw Valentina leave earlier. I guess you need a rest.”
Brody punched him on the shoulder. “Funny.”
“If Mateo ever catches you, you’re a dead man.”
“Then let’s make sure he doesn’t. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Brody left the bar and went over to where his classic Norton Commando bike was safely parked. It was the best way for him to get around the island. There were certain places on the roads where a bike was easier to handle than in a car. He’d witnessed several near misses from tourists in hired vehicles, driving on the wrong side of the road. He’d been able to sail past on the bike and skip the danger. It was also a great way to have a woman hang on to him as he showed them the sights. He put on his helmet and gunned the engine. The journey home took him less than ten minutes, and he’d taken the scenic route. His apartment was close enough to The Roca Bar to walk, but it was hot, and he wanted to get home quickly.
Once inside, he tossed his bag onto the sofa and grabbed a beer from the fridge, tipping the amber liquid straight down his throat, hardly taking the opportunity to breathe. He swiped a hand across his mouth and placed the empty bottle on the side. His clothes stuck against his body, partly because of the heat and partly because of his session with Valentina. He headed for the bathroom, stripping off as he went, and stepped into the shower. The water cooled his skin, though not the thoughts of his lover. As he soaped himself, the situation intensified in his head. She was getting married soon. He would have to tell her it was over. Brody wasn’t looking forward to that bit. An angry Valentina was a sight to behold.
After his shower, he decided to walk over to Legends and grab some dinner. The contents of his fridge were pathetic to say and the last thing he felt like doing was shopping and cooking. It was a touch cooler then when he had got home earlier, and the light evening breeze was refreshing.
“Can I get a burger, Pep?” he asked the man behind the bar, as he pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and slid onto a bar stool.
“You on your own this evening?”
Pep, the bar owner and one of Brody’s closest friends in Mallorca, emptied the dishwasher of glasses in preparation for the next wave of customers. The friendly bar, slightly off the main drag was popular with locals and tourists alike, showing live sports and popular TV shows. Pep had decorated the space with sport, film and music memorabilia, which meant there was something for everyone. Brody had been drawn to it because of the signed posters of The Motorcycle Diaries and Easy Rider.
“I am at the moment.” Brody’s gaze wandered to what looked like a group of about six women on a hen night. Pep followed his look.
“I’d give them a wide berth if I were you. They’ve ordered two rounds of Zombies already.”
“Really?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Then maybe a third is what they need. Hit ‘em up, Pep.”
The barman shook his head and began preparing the drinks as his friend had suggested. Brody observed the group again, his attention captivated by an attractive blonde, who wasn’t wearing the Bride to Be sash.
If he was going to finish things with Valentina, then he was going to need a distraction.
