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  “Are you ever likely to see them again?”

  She shrugged.

  “Then why do you care if you make a fool out of yourself in front of them?”

  “I just do.”

  “Spinneys are logical, too, I see.”

  Kate gritted her teeth.

  “I won’t let you make a fool out of yourself,” he promised. “Now come.” He forcibly lifted her out of the chair and walked with her to the small dance floor in the back of the restaurant, setting her down just as she socked him in the stomach. “Ooof. Was that really necessary?”

  He seized her by one hand and pulled her against his body, clamping his other hand firmly on her ass while she glared at him.

  Then he began to dance a basic salsa, leading her along with him. She stumbled, stepped on his foot and tried to pluck his hand off her bottom, but he ignored her and just tightened his hold.

  She found herself moving along with him despite her best efforts not to, in a sexy and deeply rhythmic sort of waltz. Her hips swayed with his, her feet tapped with his, her thighs brushed his.

  She had an unfortunate tendency to try to lead, but Alejandro simply overwhelmed it and steered her backward every time she attempted to fight him.

  He moved her in circles for a while, and then unexpectedly swung her out and under his arm, drawing her back to him for more close dancing. He pressed against her tightly, and she could feel his erection again, this time against her belly.

  Before she knew it, Kate was actually laughing and having fun. She felt her inhibitions slip away along with her tendency to fight him and try to lead. Their movements began to become more fluid as she got used to him and anticipated his steps.

  “Perfecto, mi amor,” he murmured into her ear. “You are very sexy once you just let go.”

  Nobody had ever called her sexy before. Kate knew she was a lot of things: direct, forceful, smart. But she’d never thought of herself as sexy in the least. Not until now, with this miraculous man who made her feel sexy.

  Alejandro swung her out again, and her hair flew out around her as he spun her right back into his arms, this time somehow managing to end with her back to him. He caught both of her hands and moved with her spoon-style, snugging his cock against her lower back, letting her know how much he wanted her. He spun her again as the song ended, pulling her to him for a deep, hard kiss.

  Kate was doing it again: indulging in mad, passionate PDA with abandon. And she didn’t care. Alejandro’s mouth on hers was too wonderful, too full of erotic promises. He whispered into her ear what he was going to do to her later, and sexual electricity streaked through her body, igniting all of her fantasies.

  If any of the Spinneys could see her now, they’d be deeply shocked—and that suited Kate just fine.

  WHEN SHE RETURNED to her apartment the next morning, Wendell ambushed her with half a croissant in his hand. “Where have you been, young lady?”

  Is he for real? She almost turned and walked back out the door. “Did you get a croissant for me, too?”

  “No.”

  It figures.

  “Kate, I asked you a question.”

  “And I obviously declined to answer it, Wendell.”

  “You’ve been rolling in the hay with that greaseball again. You look like a whore. You’re acting like one, too. Don’t you have any class at all?”

  Kate gritted her teeth. Almost everyone had at least one undesirable relative, but this one took the cake. “Wendell, for starters, where I go is none of your business. Second, I don’t want to know your opinion on anything at all. And third, when the hell are you leaving?”

  He drew himself up, a hurt expression on his face. “You don’t have to get so hostile, Katy.”

  “Yes, I obviously do! You’ve been camped out here for over a week now, tormenting me. Why?”

  “Because I’m concerned about you.”

  “Ha! That’s such a load. Tell me the real reason.”

  “I am,” he insisted. “You’re not behaving like yourself. Like a Spinney. We have a family name to uphold.”

  “No, Wendell, you’re not here out of concern for me. You’re here to keep your expense account in balance, since you probably bought something you shouldn’t have with company funds.”

  Guilt flitted over Wendell’s face.

  “Gotcha! You know they won’t look too closely at your fudged numbers if the totals are reasonably consistent. Well, if you’re going to show up and use me as a hotel, then at least do me the favor of not verbally abusing me!”

  “I don’t—”

  “Yes, you do. So stop it. And don’t blackmail me, either. You can also quit complaining about my animals, and just maybe, when you go out for breakfast next time, bring me back something, too!”

  He blinked and looked down at his half-gnawed croissant. He extended it to her. “Do you want the rest? It’s a little stale.”

  “I’m surprised you didn’t call the authorities on the bakery.”

  “I thought about it,” he admitted. “But my cell phone battery was low.”

  Kate put her hands to her temples. “So, again, when are you leaving?”

  Wendell scuffed the toe of his shoe around on her kitchen floor. “I came to stay with you because I wanted to see you, too, Katy.”

  “Oh, spare me.”

  “It’s true,” he insisted. “You’re the only decent one in the family. The only one who’s ever even borderline nice to me.”

  Kate stared at him. Her stupid, gullible heart turned over at his words. It wasn’t completely Wendell’s fault that he was obnoxious. He’d been brought up by a grand total of twenty-three nannies, a revolving door of household help who’d only looked at him as an unpleasant way to earn a paycheck. Only a couple of them had been patient and dedicated enough to really try with the child, and when he’d lost them, too, he’d gotten even worse.

  She blew out a breath. “Okay. You can stay until you’re done with the due diligence on the proposed acquisition. But no more nasty comments, no more awful names for Alejandro and no kicking the dog I’m going to get.”

  “Ugh. You’re bringing a dog home, now? We just got rid of the pig.”

  “Yes, Wendell, I am going to adopt a dog.” Preferably one with ringworm who will sleep on your bed. “Today, in fact, because I already miss Gracious and I need an animal to love. It’s all part of the new Kate.”

  Wendell snorted his disgust with the new Kate and stuffed the rest of his stale croissant into his mouth. Then he disappeared into the guestroom to take a shower.

  Kate looked at the white walls around her and thought of Alejandro’s magical realist painting. She needed some art in here. And, okay, a couch. It would be nice to be able to study on a sofa, because trying to do so in bed always resulted in her falling asleep after the third page.

  She frowned. She and Alejandro had been spending a lot of time together recently, but they sure hadn’t been focused on the marketing plan…which was dangerous.

  Pushing thoughts of him out of her mind, she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. Just as she got through it and turned to pull it closed behind her, Wendell popped out of the guestroom, his tubby body wrapped in one of her towels. “Thanks for letting me stay.”

  Great Scot! Wendell was being polite. Maybe he had potential to become human at some point?

  “But you still owe me four thousand dollars,” he announced.

  Maybe not. “In your dreams, Wendell. Look, I’m sorry Gracious did that, but the suit can be dry-cleaned, the shirts and sheets can be washed and your shoes can be wiped off with leather cleaner.”

  He put his hands on his hips, assuming a mulish expression. He looked like a rogue Pillsbury Doughboy. “No. Everything must be replaced. I’m afraid I must insist.”

  “You can insist all you want, Wendell. You’re not getting four thousand dollars out of me.”

  Wendell squinted at her and rocked back on his nude heels. “How would you like it if the board and the family
were filled in on your activities with the greaseball?”

  It was the last straw, and Kate finally lost her patience with him. “Trying to blackmail me again, Wendell? This time I won’t stand for it. I’m reversing my decision—you can’t stay.

  “And regarding the pig, let me point out that you invited yourself here, you left your suitcase on the floor and you antagonized an innocent animal that has very few ways to express itself. So maybe you should take some responsibility for what happened. And by the way, if I were Gracious, I wouldn’t have stopped with just pee!”

  Wendell choked.

  “So you go ahead and broadcast anything you want, you vicious little shit. But while you’re doing it, you can get the hell out of my condo! We may come from the same family, and I might have a misguided soft spot for you, God knows why, but that does not give you the right to do or say anything you want to me and expect to continue a relationship. Your behavior has consequences. Got it? Now get out. If you’re not gone by the time I get back, I will call the police. I mean it.”

  Kate slammed the door, vaguely surprised at herself. She was finally taking steps to put an end to the twisted, unhealthy relationship she had with certain family members. Spinneys might consider blood thicker than water, but Just Kate wasn’t going to be a martyr to their cause.

  Chapter 17

  “You, I will kill with my bare hands,” Alejandro said to Peggy on the day of the client appreciation party. “And you, I will boil in oil,” he said to Marly.

  “Alejo, why so bloodthirsty?” she asked, blinking her lashes in feigned innocence. “You should be getting into rock ’n’ roll mode! When is the DJ going to show up?”

  “After I’m done murdering both of you,” he said in menacing tones. “He’ll put on a dirge while he helps me bury your bodies.”

  “And when will the luscious Kate arrive?”

  “Never, if I can help it.” He glared at them. “I cannot believe you two did this to me! Some friends you are. Bad enough that you had her sniffing around here for the marketing project, but now you’re inviting her to parties? I’m not happy with you.”

  Marly poked him in the chest. “Alejo, you’re going to have to tell her, and soon. You can’t date a woman and not inform her of what you do for a living.”

  He shrugged uncomfortably.

  “Unless you’re planning to dump her for a bustier model? Trade her in for a bobblehead?”

  “I am going to do no such thing. Kate is not the kind of woman any man in his right mind would dump.”

  Peggy and Marly exchanged a significant glance. Then they double-teamed him, the wenches. “So you’re either in love or you’re crazy, huh?”

  “I’m not in love with her—it’s too soon for that—but I’m not planning to let her go, either.”

  Marly waved a hand airily at him. “Oh, of course it’s too soon to be in love with her. You’ve only been obsessed with her for months now.”

  Alejandro straightened his shoulders and stuck out his chin. “Obsessed? I don’t think so. I have no need to be obsessed with anyone. I have many opportunities with women, as we all know.”

  “God,” said Peggy. “If his head gets any bigger, he won’t fit through the salon door.”

  “It’s good for him to be obsessed with a woman,” Marly said with a nod. “He’s way too impressed with himself. Otherwise he’d just come clean and tell people what he did for a living, right? He wouldn’t have such an ego that he’d hide it.”

  “I am not obsessed with Kate, and I am not in love! Why would I be in love with a woman that rude, that stubborn, that poorly dressed, with vile relatives who obviously clone themselves each generation? God forbid there should be a Wendell the fifth or the sixth….”

  “We don’t know why.” Peggy shrugged. “But we like her because she challenges you. So would you go ahead and fall in love with her already?”

  “No,” Alejandro growled.

  “Suit yourself. But if you’re not going to do that, then you should go ahead and tell her that you give manicures and pedicures.”

  “No,” he growled, even louder. “It’s embarrassing. It’s not manly.”

  “Isn’t he adorable?” Peg said to Marly.

  “Cute as a bug,” she agreed, smirking. “I have an idea. Let’s out him on national television. Maybe on the Jerry Springer Show. What do you think?”

  “No!” he thundered. “Go away and leave me alone, before I drown you both in the mud bath.” He stomped into the back office in order to get away from his evil partners. Paying bills was preferable to being tortured by them.

  But as he wrote out checks to the electric company and the city for water, guilt nagged at him. He should tell Kate what he really did. Whether he was in love with her or not, they did have a relationship at this point. And a relationship could not be based on lies or omissions.

  Beauty Boy! Beauty Boy! The old demons chanted in his head. She would laugh at him. She would curl her lip. She would walk away. A woman like Kate Spinney would never lower herself to date a manicurist.

  Still, there was no getting around it: he had to come clean. And soon. Even though she’d have nothing to do with him once he did.

  A sharp noise alerted him to the fact that he’d just snapped the ballpoint pen he held in half. Blue ink spilled all over his right hand and soaked the checkbook, too. Alejandro cursed and stomped out of the office in search of paper towels. He couldn’t wait until this stupid customer appreciation party started. He was just dying to have some damn fun.

  He’d tell Kate tomorrow, he promised himself, as he blotted ink from his hands. Tomorrow, he’d get his guilty secret off his chest, and say goodbye to his fling with Kate. He looked down at the After Hours checkbook as he attempted to clean it up, and sighed. At least it was drowning in blue ink, not red.

  TWO HOURS LATER, the party was in full swing, with customers squealing over their goody bags and admiring each other’s outfits. The wine and beer flowed, the music pulsed with sex-drenched lyrics and the sound of laughter overrode everything. The evening was a definite success and the customers felt appreciated.

  As the host, Alejandro flashed his smile often and to potent effect, told jokes, kissed cheeks and fetched countless drinks. He even took to the dance floor with both Marly and Peggy without tripping them as he was tempted to do.

  Soon he was dancing with eager female customers and fending off their less-than-subtle advances, as usual. He was just ending a song by dipping Heather Carlton almost to the ground, when Kate walked in and stopped his heart.

  Don’t drop Heather. The words flashed into his brain just as he almost did. He managed, mechanically, to right her and thank her for the dance, but then he stood gawping at the woman with whom he was emphatically not in love.

  She looked like a goddess. There was no other word for it. Clad in the bronze leather skirt and the chocolate tank, her thin, rangy frame even further elongated by the high strappy heels she wore, she channeled Katharine Hepburn and Gisele Bundchen at the same time. Alejandro had no idea how she did it, but she managed to look simultaneously challenging, fragile and sexy.

  He stood inelegantly riveted, unable to shake his gaze from her. She’d done her eyes, this time without smudges or streaks, in bronze and teal shadow and liner. Her lips were soft cinnamon and she’d lined them as well, so that they looked bee-stung. Just the sight of them made his groin tingle helplessly.

  She’d done something miraculous with her hair and it framed her face, setting off her gorgeous cheekbones. And to top it all off, she’d dusted some kind of gold-bronze powder over her face and shoulders.

  Alejandro did not shove his knuckles into his mouth. He did not step on his tongue. He did not drool onto the floor. But he did finally move like lightning to her side, because if any other man got near her, he was going to take him apart.

  Kate smiled at him, and he felt it in his gut like a blow. “Do I look okay?” she asked.

  He tried to swallow, but he couldn’t
. His mouth was too dry. All of his flowery compliments, delivered so skillfully in a slightly exaggerated accent that the women loved, crumbled into dust. He nodded.

  She licked her lips and looked vaguely crushed. “It’s the bronzing powder, isn’t it. I made myself look like a clown—”

  He put a stop to her self-criticism with his mouth and devoured the rest of her idiotic words. Clown? No. Siren? Yes. Her lips tasted of cinnamon, too, and the peppermint toothpaste she’d used recently. He wanted her with an intensity that scared him.

  When he finally pulled back for air, her eyes had gone smoky. She touched her mouth with a finger. “You messed up my Professional Pout, sport. D’you know how long it took me to get that lipliner on straight?”

  He immediately engaged in another smear campaign. This time, he managed to drag the color all the way down to her chin, and give himself a good case of blue balls to boot.

  She gasped and pushed him away. “Are you deliberately trying to make me look awful?”

  He finally found his voice. “Yes. Where are your khaki pants and those gruesome loafers? You shouldn’t be walking around like this.”

  “Like what?”

  He gestured at her. “Like some kind of sex goddess, bent on the ruination of all mankind. Where is your blue oxford cloth shirt?”

  She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.

  Dios mio, she’s not wearing a bra….

  “I look like this because of you, sport! You couldn’t stand my loafers or my clothes. So I humor you, and you’re still not happy. What’s your problem?”

  He barely registered her words, because he was busy wondering if she had on any panties under that leather skirt of hers, and he was about to seriously embarrass himself in front of the entire party. He grabbed her wrist and towed her toward the back hallway.

  “Excuse you! What the hell do you think you’re—”

  He ignored her and sped up, finally reaching the door of his small office after what seemed like an eternity. As he twisted the knob, he felt her small fist connect with his kidney. “Oof. Kate, mi amor, that is not my idea of foreplay!”