Page 22 of His Innocent for One Spanish Night

‘Perhaps,’ he said, ‘but for your work here...’ He looked over to Sophia. ‘I’ll leave it to you to explain.’

‘Of course.’ Sophia nodded. ‘Actually, I’ll go and get the laptop and files now. Perhaps we can have breakfast out here, Emily?’

‘Sure.’

Sophia clipped off, in heels that defied her advanced pregnancy, but surprisingly for Emily, despite his clear declaration just a moment ago that he was leaving, Alejandro didn’t.

‘How are you?’ he asked.

‘Very well, thank you,’ she replied rather formally. ‘I enjoyed the tasting.’

‘That’s good,’ he responded.

All the ease of last night seemed to have left them, and to Emily it felt like proof that she’d simply misread things. She felt embarrassed at the speed of her attraction to the first good-looking man to pay her attention—like some over-eager fangirl.

Only that wasn’t quite true.

There had been good-looking guests at the B&B—though admittedly not as divine as Alejandro. And in her time at university she’d started to socialise and had even been chatted up a few times...

It was her reaction tohimthat bewildered her.

Desperate for something to say, she cast her gaze around and caught a glint of light between two heavy barrels.

‘There it is.’

‘What?’

‘The earring,’ she said, getting down on the sandy floor to retrieve it, relieved to have something to do rather than standing there awkwardly.

Only possibly it wasn’t her best angle as, bottom in the air, she stretched her arm between the barrels.

‘Got it...’

He offered his hand to help her up, but Emily chose to lean on one of the barrels. She looked at the gorgeous chandelier earring made of diamonds for a moment, and then looked back at him.

He said nothing, just held out a hand for the earring, and she dropped it into his palm, trying to avoid contact.

‘Thank you,’ he said, and pocketed it. His voice was gravelly, and he cleared his throat and looked straight at her. ‘What are we going to do, Emily?’ he asked.

She was back in the path of his chocolate gaze and it simply melted her.

‘I don’t know,’ she responded.

It was barely seven in the morning and she felt as turned on as she had last night, as full of desire as she had last night, but with one difference...

It was a very mutual desire.

Perhaps she only recognised it in him because she’d never seen it in another until now—pure, naked lust, aimed in her direction.

Nothing was said, their bodies did not touch, and there was no word she could think of to define the odd silence that filled the still space.

‘Come here,’ he said.

She took a step towards him and his gorgeous scent drew her another step closer.

‘I wish I’d kissed you last night,’ he said. ‘I couldn’t read you, though.’

And that was rare for Alejandro. He could feel their desire, he had seen she was turned on and felt the sensual swirl of the air, yet her eyes were darting and nervous, as if she was scared of something as nice as kissing.

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