shy, Rafael? I’d heard you are very photogenic. I think your face and reputation keep half the scandal rags in business.’
Rafael reacted to his elderly uncle’s cackle of laughter with a sardonic smile.
‘I suppose I was slightly naive to think that my family at least would give me the benefit of the doubt.’ Rafael liked women, he liked sex, but if he had bedded as many beautiful women as the press liked to suggest he doubted he would have the strength to get out of bed.
‘You were never naive, Rafael—not even when you were a baby like those two…I remember your baptism like it was yesterday,’ his uncle reminisced. ‘You bawled your head off all through and your father kept saying, “Elena, do something,” and she did, though I doubt if Felipe had an affair in mind.’ He angled a look that held more curiosity than apology at his tall great-nephew’s face as he added, ‘No offence intended.’
The muscles along Rafael’s strong jaw tightened, but his expression did not change as he promised, ‘None taken.’
‘Her mistake was confessing. Honesty is not the best policy, especially when dealing with people like your father. How old were you when he…?’
‘Threw her out? Ten.’
Old enough to feel angry and betrayed. An image flashed into his head and he felt nothing as he watched his ten-year-old self begging his mother to take him with her and shouting when she tearfully sobbed she couldn’t.
‘It was a tragedy she died so young.’
Before he ever had a chance to retract the things he had yelled at her as she left.
Not insensible to the sensitivity of the subject, Fernando slid a glance at Rafael’s stony profile before observing, ‘There are worse things in life than being considered a sex god.’
‘A hard reputation to live up to.’
The comment drew a laugh from the older man. ‘Modesty,’ he mocked. ‘That’s not like you, Rafael.’
‘You think I need a lesson in humility?’ Meekness was to his mind an overrated virtue, he had never turned the other cheek in his life and he wasn’t about to start any time soon. In his world displaying any weakness was fatal.
‘You care what I think?’ Fernando stopped dead, his attention straying across the road. ‘Now that is what I call a remarkably good-looking woman…she reminds me of someone…Rafael…?’
It was not hard to identify the object of his relative’s admiration. She stood poised uncertainly on the edge of the pavement watching for a gap in the heavy traffic that moved through the congested street.
A little above medium height, she had a natural poise and elegance that made her stand out from the crowd even wearing standard-issue faded denims and a loose cotton tee shirt that hinted at the lush curves of her breasts, the natural attribute he suspected had first drawn his reprobate great uncle’s attention.
As his glance moved upwards to her face she stepped backwards as a scooter mounted the pavement. As she lifted a hand to throw the ponytail that had flopped forward over her shoulder her head turned and he saw her face for the first time.
The breath left his body as Rafael froze, feeling as if someone had just landed a punch in his solar plexus.
‘Over there…I think she’s trying to cross the road. You see her?’
‘I see her.’
‘Now that is what this party lacked—a few pretty faces to look at.’
‘Not pretty,’ Rafael contradicted.
His elderly relative looked outraged. ‘Not pretty? What is wrong with you? Don’t tell me you like your women like sticks. A woman should be soft and—’
‘Beautiful,’ Rafael corrected, cutting across his great-uncle’s list of womanly attributes.
As his brain emerged from its temporary paralysis his eyes remained trained on the slim figure, but it was not the brunette’s face or her indisputably womanly figure that held his stunned gaze.
He glanced briefly at his great-uncle, who played the forgetful old man card when it suited him but was anything but; the last thing Rafael needed at this moment was Fernando to realise why the girl looked familiar to him.
He was surprised he hadn’t already.
The sooner he got him safely away from this potentially explosive scene, the better.
Rafael dragged his eyes off the brunette. Still aware of her in the periphery of his vision, and aware he was not the only one aware of her—this was a woman accustomed to male attention—he offered his great-uncle a supportive arm, nodding to the driver who held the door open as Fernando took his place in the car.
The car moved off and Rafael was able to focus all his attention on the brunette.
She was obviously heading for the hotel. If she walked in now he could imagine the reaction and there were photographers to record the moment for posterity and every tabloid on the planet!
An illegitimate love child reunited with her mother while the unsuspecting husband and social elite looked on. My God, the girl had to have engineered the moment for maximum embarrassment—not that her motivation or her feelings were what he needed to concentrate on now, he told himself, blocking out this line of speculation.
This was about damage limitation. Let Angelina have this day at least before disaster in the shape of this girl arrived.
He couldn’t let her go into the hotel.
So how did he stop her?
He found himself wistfully contemplating a less civilised and much simpler age when he could have simply slung her over his shoulder.
This not being an option, he had to repress his natural instincts and opt for more subtle methods. As he sifted through the possibilities he was very aware that no matter what action he chose, he could not give this situation a happy outcome.
The story had everything: sex, money and a beautiful woman—or in this case two!
If she walked through those doors now he could imagine the reaction to that face and tomorrow’s headlines. He couldn’t allow it to happen.
Rafael tried to narrow his focus to the here and now. It was a struggle: he had a mind wired to asking why…where; a question mark was a challenge to him.
As he walked towards the road his mind was working fast as he sifted through the possibilities. What was she doing here?
Coincidence did not even make it to the list.
Rafael did not believe in coincidence any more than he believed in the Easter bunny or the general decency of his fellow man…or in this case woman. He did believe in protecting the people he cared about.
His silver grey eyes narrowed. The brunette, her hair and other things bouncing gently, had begun crossing the road towards the hotel entrance, confirming all his worst suspicions.
He felt something
