Grace shifted uncomfortably. âI believe youâve more than proved your point.â
Cesar continued to look down at her for several long, tense seconds as his usual reserve warred with the increasing need he felt to taste the fullness of Grace Blakeâs mouth.
She was his employee, damn itâa young woman who had simply accompanied her employer to Buenos Aires for the sole purpose of cooking and serving dinner this evening. A beautiful and desirable young woman, but Cesarâs employee nonetheless.
âSo I have,â he rasped, his jaw tight, and he pushed away from the wall to step back as the lift came to a halt. The doors opened to allow them to step out into the cool entrance hall of his apartment.
Grace followed him slowly on legs that felt decidedly shaky, sure that she must have been mistaken about that brief flare of hunger she thought sheâd seen in Cesar Navarroâs eyes a few seconds ago as he looked down at her mouth with those jet-black eyes; it was more likely to have been displeasure rather than hunger.
After dark with Argentinaâs most infamous billionaires!
Cesar Navarro and Raphael Cordobaâ
two Argentinians with the wealth, magnetism and ruthlessness to break many a womanâs heart â¦
Grace and Bethâ
two ordinary British women about to make their first foray into the sultry heat of Buenos Aires nights â¦
Read all about Grace and her boss Cesar in:
A TASTE OF THE FORBIDDEN April 2013
Read Beth and bodyguard Raphaelâs story,
A TOUCH OF NOTORIETY May 2013
CAROLE MORTIMER was born in England, the youngest of three children. She began writing in 1978, and has now written over one hundred and fifty books for Harlequin Mills & Boon®. Carole has six sons: Matthew, Joshua, Timothy, Michael, David and Peter. She says, âIâm happily married to Peter senior; weâre best friends as well as lovers, which is probably the best recipe for a successful relationship. We live in a lovely part of England.â
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For my beautiful and loving mumâ
I admire you so muchâand for my wonderful dad, my own first and forever hero. I love you both so very much.
âNOW, YOUâRE SURE youâre going to be okay here on your own?â
âGrace, will you stop worrying and just get in your car and drive!â Her sister, Beth, shot her an affectionate but impatient glance. âIâm twenty-three years old, not three, and perfectly capable of living on my own. Besides, we need the money â¦â
Yes, they did, Grace acknowledged, only too well aware that the bills, which had accumulated during the last six months of their motherâs illnessâwhen Grace had had to give up her job as pastry chef in one of Londonâs leading hotels so that she might stay with their mother constantly, and so allowing Beth to finish her Masterâs degree at Oxford Universityâwere still waiting to be paid.
Admittedly Beth had now moved back to the family home, and had a job in London working at a reputable publishing company, but there was no way that her wage alone could support the two of them and pay those accumulated bills.
Which was why Grace was now on her way to the wilds of Hampshire for the trial period of one month, with a view to becoming the permanent cook/housekeeper at the English home of a mega-rich Argentinian businessman. Presumably, as Grace would be based in Hampshire, Cesar Navarro employed other permanent cook/housekeepers in the properties he owned in so many other parts of the world â¦? Although goodness knew what they were supposed to do with themselves when he wasnât in residence!
âI wonder what Cesar Navarro is like in the flesh?â Beth added speculatively, echoing some of Graceâs own thoughts.
Grace gave a snort as she looked up from checking the contents of her cavernous shoulder bag. âI very much doubt Iâm going to get the chance to meet the man himself any time soon!â
Her younger sister gave a frown. âWhat do you mean?â
Anyone looking at the two of them, Beth, tall, blonde and dark-eyed, and Grace just a little over five feet tall with long dark hair and blue-green eyes, would probably have no problem realising that the two women werenât actually biological sisters.
Grace had been adopted when she was only six weeks old, and had remained an only child until she was eight years old, when her adoptive parents had brought five-year-old Beth home and introduced her as her new sister. It had been love at first sight for the two little girls, and thankfully it had been that love and affection that had supported the two of them after their adoptive father died in a car crash four years ago, which had left their mother paralysed and in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. It had been chest complications brought on by that immobility that had finally killed her two months ago.