She leaned against the elevator wall opposite, her hands behind her as she gripped the rail. He had a brief vision of stopping the elevator and making love to her against that wall, but he wanted her in his bed the first time.
“And if I don’t want to sleep with you?”
He arched an eyebrow and grinned. “You will.”
“You are very certain of yourself,” she said with a touch of frost in her voice. But the pulse in her neck betrayed her, as did the widening of her pupils. She was as attracted to him as he was to her.
“I know my quarry. And I never fail.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to see, won’t we?”
The elevator rocked to a stop and the doors opened. “Sí,” he told her. “We will….”
1
Five years later…
“This can’t be happening,” Rebecca Layton murmured.
She lifted her stunned gaze to the floor-to-ceiling picture window fronting her Waikiki suite. Of all the times to be away from New York. Palms swayed in the tropical trade winds, danced rhythmically against white-capped turquoise waves. So beautiful and peaceful. A stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside her.
She’d just gotten off the phone with Layton International’s chief financial officer. The news wasn’t good. If she didn’t get back to New York and take control of the situation she could lose everything. Her cell phone rang again and she automatically picked it up. Very few people had her private number, and even fewer would dare disturb her when she was on a business trip.
Unless it was important. And right now, Layton International’s vulnerability was nothing short of cataclysmic.
“Yes?” she said as she reached for her planner. She could at least make a few calls while her executive assistant booked their return flight. She would not lose this company her family had built, in spite of the problems her father left her with when he had died unexpectedly. He’d trusted her to take care of things. She would not fail him.
“Hello, Rebecca.”
Rebecca’s breath sliced into her lungs as her head whipped up. The planner slid from her lap. “Alejandro?”
“You did not expect to hear from me again, no?”
Rebecca closed her eyes, her gut clenching with a mixture of need and sorrow. Five long years since she’d heard that voice speak her name. Once he’d meant everything to her. Now?
Now she couldn’t even begin to sort out how speaking to him made her feel. Sweat moistened her palms. “This is a bad time, Alejandro. I really can’t talk.”
His laugh, so cool and controlled, brought an image back to her. Alejandro Arroyo Rivera de Ramirez, the sexiest man she’d ever seen, naked to the waist, water streaming from his muscular chest in rivulets as he lifted himself from the pool. His sexy laugh as he’d scooped her up and hauled her into the bedroom. He hadn’t even dried off. The second she’d said yes he’d come for her. And then he’d spent the night showing her how amazing he truly was.
“You need only listen, querida.”
Something in his tone silenced her automatic protest.
Her heart kicked into double time. She reached for her forgotten wine glass, took a steadying sip.
“I expect you in Madrid in twenty-four hours. Spend the flight thinking how you will convince me to keep you on Layton International’s board of directors.”
Shock rocketed her to her feet. Her heart threatened to pound right out of her chest. “You’re the one trying to steal my company?”
“Steal? Such harsh words” He made a tsking sound. “You have made poor decisions, Rebecca. Do not continue to do so.”
Cold sweat spread over her skin. Oh, God. She wasn’t the one who’d made poor decisions—but what did it matter now? Her father had thought he’d been doing the right thing.
They’d tumbled far in the five years since she’d last seen Alejandro. Then, she’d been the one with the knowledge about the hotel business, the one with the might of a multi-million dollar company behind her. He’d been the new kid on the block with everything to learn.
How had everything changed so drastically?
There was still time to fix it. Not much, but a little. She could turn everything around and stop him. She would stop him or she wasn’t a Layton through and through. She’d picked herself up once before when he’d devastated her. She could do it again.
Alejandro could sense weakness like a shark sensing blood in the water. She would not give it to him. She forced herself to sound calm, controlled. “It’s not over yet. You’re counting chickens.”
“Counting chickens?” His laugh jarred her. “Ah, one of your Americanisms. Never count the chickens before they hatch, right?” She heard him speaking to someone in Spanish. “It is a done deal, Rebecca. Layton International belongs to Ramirez Enterprises.”
She felt the chill of his words as if someone had picked her up and thrust her into the arctic. It was an odd sensation, totally at odds with her memory of the heat he’d once incited. She swallowed the knot in her throat. “I don’t believe you.”
“Then stay in Hawaii while I hire a new CEO. Or come advise the board on how to handle my new acquisition. Your choice.”
He knew she was in Hawaii? Did he also know about the deal she’d just closed to acquire a chain of resorts in the islands?
This deal would have saved everything in just a few short months. Rebecca sank onto a rattan chair as her legs refused to hold her up any longer. The certainty in his voice was undeniable.
She knew from personal experience how determined Alejandro could be when he wanted something. He didn’t rest until he’d won, until he’d imposed his will and gotten exactly what he wanted. If he was calling her now, he was very certain he had control of Layton International.
Lock, stock, and barrel as her dad would have said. Jackson Layton was probably spinning in his grave right this instant. He’d never liked Alejandro. He would be shattered to know the company he’d built had fallen into his enemy’s hands. And all because his daughter hadn’t seen it coming. Because she’d been too weak and too blind to sense a threat from her former lover.
“I think I hate you,” she said softly.
“Then we are even.” The line went dead.
2
Rebecca leaned numbly against the soft leather seat of the Mercedes limo that had picked her up at the Madrid Barajas International Airport. She stared bleary-eyed at the scenery as the car carried her down the Gran Via.
He’d said he hated her. It shouldn’t surprise her, but somehow it did.
Five long years. She hadn’t seen him, other than glimpses on television or in the pages of a magazine, in all that time. For one month, he’d been everything to her. After her meeting in Barcelona had concluded, she’d returned to Madrid and spent a heady month as Alejandro’s lover. He’d been there when she woke, when she fell asleep, when she swam or shopped or ate. He’d laughed and made love to her and made her think she was the most special woman in the world.
Now? She pinched the bridge of her nose. God only knew what happened now. He was ruthless, and he’d gained control of Layton International. He owned every last share. She’d confirmed it during the endless hours of travel.