Page 18 of His Innocent for One Spanish Night

‘I was teasing. I’m not going to make you walk around.’

He pressed in a code and the gate clicked open. He proceeded to tell her the numbers as they headed through what must be his private grounds.

‘I won’t remember them,’ Emily said, although she was grateful for the reprieve from walking further tonight.

‘Why would you forget?’

‘Because I’m dreadful with numbers.’

‘But there are only four of them!’

He was taller than she’d realised. It felt a little like walking beside the headmaster as he asked her to repeat the code he’d just told her.

‘I’ve already forgotten,’ Emily admitted.

‘Seriously?’

‘I honestly have.’

They were climbing some steps, beautiful mosaic steps that led to more gorgeous arched gates, where they would part company.

He smelt incredible. His cologne was the sort that might make you close your eyes if you inhaled it in the perfume section of a department store. You’d start sniffing, trying to follow the delectable scent, just so you could douse your wrists in luxury for a while. It was the sort where you might have to turn to a complete stranger and ask what on earth they were wearing, because it was surely the most perfect scent in the world.

It was musky, but not heavy.

Citrussy, yet not any kind of citrus she knew.

And so fresh it served as a reminder that she’d been up since five, and on trains and planes, and...

Not so fresh.

How, at five minutes after midnight, did he look as if he were about to head for the office rather than bed?

Apart from the fading smear of lipstick and the heavy growth on his chin...

God, he was a cross between a bandit and the cleanest man she had ever seen.

And just so sexy.

And it was fun—just that—to talk to him, to stand and make idle, silly talk on this, her first night of new adventure. Safe in the knowledge that someone as completely divine as he, was surely not wanting anything of her.

Now she must go.

She would pull the massive key from her tiny bag and take her sore and no doubt swollen feet to bed for the night.

Except he was so nice to speak to...

And he seemed in no rush to go...

‘Just use this entrance in future.’

‘Okay.’ She nodded. ‘Thank you.’

‘Can you remember the code now?’

‘I’ve had a couple of sherries,’ Emily said, but chose not to add that it wasn’t the fortified wine making her feel a little dizzy.

She’d never known attraction before—at least nothing so intense. And she was so down on herself that it didn’t enter her head that the feeling might be mutual.

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