Page 58 of Midnight Surrender to the Spaniard

‘Get dressed,’ he said.

Anna blinked, because she’d also been trapped in his gaze, feeling hot in his arms, and getting naked was the only thing on her mind.

‘Dressed?’

‘We’re going out.’

‘Sebastián!’

She was both bemused and smiling as he shifted her closer to the press of his erection and left her in no doubt that he was as turned on as she. She moved in to kiss him, but he turned so her lips met his cheek.

‘I can’t go out like this.’

‘Oh, but you can,’ he told her. ‘I’m going to date you, Anna Douglas.’

CHAPTER ELEVEN

AWKWARDINAshiny silver dress that was so not her, Anna walked with Sebastián towards the port.

‘You look incredible,’ he told her. ‘Stop pulling at it.’

‘There is nowhere else I’d wear this,’ she admitted. ‘I only tried it on to make Carmen laugh.’

She reached for his hand because...well, because she wanted to.

‘I don’t hold hands,’ he said.

‘When you buy six-inch heels for a woman,’ Anna said, ‘you have a duty to hold her hand if you don’t want her to fall.’

‘I’ll catch you if you do.’

Anna laughed, feeling on a dizzy high as she hobbled along the jetty.

Perhaps it was because she was so dreadful in heels that he finally relented and took her hand.

If the shoe fits, the foot is forgotten...

Anna thought of the saying again, because with his hand around hers she forgot about the heels and the tight silver dress that was so inappropriate her mother would faint if she saw her in it.

‘Where are we going?’ she asked. ‘To a bar? A club?’

‘To my favourite place.’

She felt a flutter of excitement as they walked along the jetty. Anna knew nothing about yachts, but she knew beauty when she saw it. She glimpsed, too, that welcome feeling that he had told her about. For this was no luxury villa or hotel. It was his home.

‘Bienvenido a bordo, Sebastián!’He was greeted by an immaculate man in dark trousers and a white shirt. ‘Welcome aboard,señorita. I am Capitán Dante.’ He was friendly, yet formal and respectful. ‘May I ask that you remove your shoes?’

‘For my decking,’ Sebastián explained, and then saw her reach unsteadily to lean on the cabin wall. ‘Let me help.’

‘Oh...’

And then he was kneeling down and removing her shoes.

She swallowed at the touch of his hands as he undid the tiny buckles. ‘Do Russian supermodels have to take their heels off?’

He let out a short burst of laughter.

Removing the silver heels, he placed them in a basket, and all she could wonder was how she might feel when she strapped them on again, because there was so much to take in.

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