A Touch of Notoriety(5)

Beth raised blond brows over surprised brown eyes. ‘Your point being?’

She looked so much like her older brother at that moment that Raphael had trouble holding back his derisive laughter at Beth’s continued insistence that she couldn’t possibly be related to the Navarro family. At this moment she was undoubtedly every inch a Navarro!

‘My point being that the Navarro family cannot be all bad if Grace has learnt to love them in such a short time,’ he drawled dryly.

Beth tilted her head as she gazed up at him quizzically for several seconds. ‘You like my big sister...’ she finally murmured slowly.

‘I do, yes,’ Raphael confirmed without hesitation. Grace Blake was as feisty and outspoken as her younger adopted sister, and was without a doubt the perfect match for the often remote and arrogant Cesar.

Beth gave a derisive smile. ‘Then perhaps there’s hope for you yet, Raphael!’

He arched dark brows. ‘In what regard?’

‘In regard to your belonging to the human race, after all, rather than the unemotional robot I had thought you to be!’ she retorted.

Raphael drew in a hissing breath at the deliberate insult. ‘You will go too far, Gabriela!’

‘And then what?’ Beth chose to ignore his no doubt deliberate use of that name. This time...

‘Then I might have reason to prove to you just how much of a robot I am not!’

Beth looked up at him searchingly, wishing—not for the first time today—that his piercing blue eyes weren’t hidden behind those damned sunglasses. Although perhaps not—no doubt his gaze would be as razor-sharp as his tone...

‘Is that supposed to scare me?’ she prompted lightly.

It was now possible to feel the laser-sharpness of his gaze through those protective shades. ‘There are far more...enjoyable ways of subduing a disobedient woman than scaring her,’ he drawled softly.

Beth felt a shiver of reaction down the length of her spine. Not of fear, but of arousal...

Which was the real reason she constantly felt the need to challenge this man, of course. She had never been so physically aware of another man in the way she was of Raphael Cordoba. Of those arrogant good looks. And the sheer power of that muscled body beneath those perfectly tailored designer suits. Even the way Raphael smelt, sandalwood and lemon and pure healthy male, was enough to put all of her senses on alert. So much so that Beth was usually aware of his presence in a room before she even saw him. It was not a comfortable feeling for a woman who had believed, until she met this arrogant Argentinian, that she was cool and sophisticated when it came to her reaction to men.

Hot and bothered more accurately described her reaction to Raphael Cordoba!

‘“Subduing a disobedient woman”?’ Beth gave him a derisive glance. ‘Do you have to behave quite so much the Neanderthal?’

He gave a tight, humourless smile. ‘I assure you, no woman has ever had reason to complain about my...methods of securing their submission.’

Beth would just bet they hadn’t! The man was sexual seduction on two long sexy legs, so what was there to complain about?

Plenty, when Beth really didn’t want to hear about the other women Raphael had been involved with.

‘Then more fool them,’ she snapped disgustedly before turning on her heel and striding off in the direction of Cesar’s apartment.

All the time aware of Raphael as he continued to follow two steps behind her.

Just as she was also aware, by the tingling sensation quivering down the length of her spine, that those piercing blue eyes were now levelled intently on the gentle sway of her denim-clad hips and backside as she walked in front of him...





CHAPTER TWO



‘OH BUT—’

‘I think we should let Gab—Beth go back to England if that is what she wishes to do,’ Cesar gently interrupted his mother as she would have voiced her protest to Beth’s reminder that she was due to fly home tomorrow.

He surprised Beth with that support; she had felt sure that the arrogant Cesar would be just as opposed to the idea of her going back to England tomorrow as his parents obviously were. Maybe Grace’s more reasonable attitude was having a beneficial influence on the man, after all!

Beth smiled her gratitude across the luncheon table at him. ‘Thank you, Cesar.’

He nodded. ‘Raphael will accompany you, of course.’

A premature gratitude, obviously! ‘I don’t think so—’