I groaned inwardly when I saw a limousine pull up to the motel office. The driver, a burly man dressed in black, was familiar. I'd noticed him at Alejandro's place, lurking in corners. He spotted me as soon as he came inside. "Zere you are, Ms. Gleason. I am Udo." He spoke with a German accent. "Follow me, please." He led me out and opened the limousine's back door.
Alejandro was sitting on the far side of the big bench seat in a tuxedo that fit him so well, I wondered if it had been painted on. He was tan and fit and mind-numbingly beautiful in his sharp clothes. I glanced at my strapless gray and white floral print dress with a flowing, layered skirt. I had bought it this afternoon, after agonizing for hours. It looked formal, but next to this hottie in a tuxedo, I felt inadequate.
Alejandro leaned away from me, against the opposite door. From across the car, he regarded me with an appraising smile. I sat on the other side of the bench, mimicking his posture and leaning against my door. Safe on the far side of the limousine, I returned his smile.
"Deborah, you look great." Yeah, right. Such a line. And the way he said it seemed to lack conviction. But then again, he lived in a world of artificial praise, so perhaps this was just his way of talking. Besides, I looked okay, but that was all.
I gave him a bashful smile. "You're the one who's dressed to kill." If anyone looked great, it was Alejandro. He always did, especially now.
"Good, because you're the one I was hoping to impress tonight." In a snap, he closed the distance between us. Before I knew it, he had scooted over next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. His solid body and powerful embrace made me shiver and left me momentarily disoriented. He even had that spicy outdoor scent I'd noticed before-too damn good. Why was this incredible man coming on to me so strongly?
"Alejandro, I. . ." Before I could say another word, he cut me off with a kiss, hard and greedy. No! Yes! My mind fought a losing battle against this onslaught. It was as if he had leapt from a video and landed next to me, dreamy and unreal.
How could this be? Alejandro was kissing me! I'd only imagined doing this for a decade. Now, the world-famous heartthrob was coming on to me in the back of his private limousine. There were no words for this. There were no thoughts, either. My brain fogged over as I lost all rational control. So I did the only thing left to do. I wrapped my arms around him, pulled him closer, and deepened the kiss.
I groaned inwardly when I saw a limousine pull up to the motel office. The driver, a burly man dressed in black, was familiar. I'd noticed him at Alejandro's place, lurking in corners. He spotted me as soon as he came inside. "Zere you are, Ms. Gleason. I am Udo." He spoke with a German accent. "Follow me, please." He led me out and opened the limousine's back door.
Alejandro was sitting on the far side of the big bench seat in a tuxedo that fit him so well, I wondered if it had been painted on. He was tan and fit and mind-numbingly beautiful in his sharp clothes. I glanced at my strapless gray and white floral print dress with a flowing, layered skirt. I had bought it this afternoon, after agonizing for hours. It looked formal, but next to this hottie in a tuxedo, I felt inadequate.
Alejandro leaned away from me, against the opposite door. From across the car, he regarded me with an appraising smile. I sat on the other side of the bench, mimicking his posture and leaning against my door. Safe on the far side of the limousine, I returned his smile.
"Deborah, you look great." Yeah, right. Such a line. And the way he said it seemed to lack conviction. But then again, he lived in a world of artificial praise, so perhaps this was just his way of talking. Besides, I looked okay, but that was all.
I gave him a bashful smile. "You're the one who's dressed to kill." If anyone looked great, it was Alejandro. He always did, especially now.
"Good, because you're the one I was hoping to impress tonight." In a snap, he closed the distance between us. Before I knew it, he had scooted over next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. His solid body and powerful embrace made me shiver and left me momentarily disoriented. He even had that spicy outdoor scent I'd noticed before-too damn good. Why was this incredible man coming on to me so strongly?
"Alejandro, I. . ." Before I could say another word, he cut me off with a kiss, hard and greedy. No! Yes! My mind fought a losing battle against this onslaught. It was as if he had leapt from a video and landed next to me, dreamy and unreal.
How could this be? Alejandro was kissing me! I'd only imagined doing this for a decade. Now, the world-famous heartthrob was coming on to me in the back of his private limousine. There were no words for this. There were no thoughts, either. My brain fogged over as I lost all rational control. So I did the only thing left to do. I wrapped my arms around him, pulled him closer, and deepened the kiss.