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Intimacy.

Drama and emotion.

Sex was just sex. He never mixed up the two...

And a holiday romance? Not a chance.

CHAPTER SEVEN

ALEJANDROENTEREDEMILY’Stemporary office, which overlooked the courtyard, the next morning.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked.

‘Of course.’

Actually, she was all frazzled, and feeling frumpy in fresh black trousers and a navy top. And, yes, she knew the two didn’t go together, but she’d thought they were both black when she’d dressed.

‘Well, apart from the fact that Spanish water hates me.’ She ran a finger through her curls, which had gone frothy at the ends, like cotton wool balls. ‘What’s the Spanish for hair conditioner?’

‘Acondicionador de cabello.’Alejandro smiled. ‘Just go to a salon...there’s an excellent one in theplaza, or you can go to Calle Larga...’

‘No need for that,’ Emily said. ‘I do my own hair.’

Alejandro, possibly wisely, chose not to comment. He knew she was just making small talk and trying to steer things back to normal between them.

The trouble was, things hadneverbeen normal between them.

Bad hair day or not, he was still strongly attracted to her, and he hated it that he’d made things so awkward.

‘I’m trying to do the right thing,’ he said, and took a seat on the edge of the desk. ‘IknowI’m doing the right thing.’

‘Good for you,’ Emily snapped, surprised at her own cheek, but she fervently disagreed.

She could think of nothing better than Alejandro being her first lover. Still, she wouldn’t be telling him that, so she mustered her pride.

‘It’s fine, I’m over not having sex with you.’ She gave a tight smile. ‘I think I seem to go for men who don’t want me.’

‘Don’t say that.’

‘I’m joking,’ Emily said. ‘Sort of.’

She turned the conversation in the direction of work. It was the reason she was here, after all, and she did admire him for coming down and checking in on her.

‘I really do need to know if I can mention your mother...’

‘Leave it for now,’ he said. ‘Just work around it.’

‘I’ll do my best.’ Emily nodded. ‘I think I’ve got an idea about the website design. Do you have a moment?’

‘Sure.’

‘I found this photo...’ She pulled up an image on her screen and he came and stood behind her. It was an image of a man rolling one of the beautiful old barrels, taken probably some fifty or so years ago.

‘It’s from the old website...’ he said.

‘I know that,’ she responded, a little indignantly. ‘But look.’ She pulled up the image she’d taken of Alejandro yesterday morning, when he hadn’t known she was there.

It was almost the same image.

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