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‘I'll go and get myself sorted out, then.' Just as Sabrina got to her feet, a woman she'd never seen before in her life swept into the kitchen behind Javier, spun round and demanded he help her do up the zipper on her very inappropriate strapless dress. As Sabrina stared, open-mouthed, Javier obliged without a word—his movements calm and unhurried as if it was the most normal request in the world. Her fingers digging into the table-top, Sabrina's knees started to shake. It was true she had told him he should get on with his own life, even see other women if he wanted to, but, God help her, she hadn't thought he would actually act on it. The woman in the tight dress was raven-haired and beautiful, exquisitely made up with slightly almond-shaped black eyes that gave her an undeniably exotic look. In her comfortable terry robe, her face unwashed and her hair not yet brushed, Sabrina couldn't help feeling like some scruffy bag lady who'd accidentally wandered in on the perfect couple from a glossy magazine. Had Javier slept with this woman last night? Had she been waiting in his bed when he'd bid Sabrina goodnight?

‘Sabrina, this is a friend from home. She's working in London for a few days and dropped in to see us. Christina, meet my wife—Sabrina.'

The black-eyed beauty's luscious red lips parted in a purely fake smile. ‘So you are the helpful Englishwoman who came to my darling Javier's aid? I am very pleased to meet you…Sabrina.'

Sabrina's head started to throb and suddenly she wanted to get out of the bright, warm kitchen, where previously she'd been relaxed, and escape to her room. ‘If you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for work.'

She was out the door before Javier could waylay her and, hearing him call her name, Sabrina just headed straight for her room, barely taking a breath. Her lungs hurt by the time she pulled open the door and slammed it behind her, and she fell back against the wooden panelling with her heart pounding and an acute pain slashing through her ribs.
Jealousy.
She was jealous, angry and betrayed. How could he sleep with another woman under the same roof as her when the one thing she'd been so sure of was that he was one of the most honourable men she'd ever met?

‘Sabrina! Let me in…please!'

He was banging on the door, rattling the brass door handle. Swallowing down the pain in her throat, she took a deep gulp of air before replying, ‘Go away, Javier. Just let me get ready for work. Please!'

‘It is not how it looks, Sabrina. Christina is an old friend. Nothing happened between us last night, nothing. She came to visit and it got late. She was too tired to go back to the hotel so I let her stay here.'

‘Old friend, huh? How old? Twenty-four, twenty-five?' She couldn't believe how pathetic she sounded.
Get a grip, Sabrina, for goodness' sake!

‘Are you going to let me in?'

‘No! I'll see you at the office. Don't wait for me; I'll make my own way there.'

‘Dios!'
With a final thump on the door, she heard him stride back down the hall.

 

She'd frozen him out all morning and as soon as Jill and Robbie had gone to lunch and the shop was empty of customers, Javier followed Sabrina into the little back room, leaning against the doorjamb as he watched her make coffee and arrange some sandwiches on a plate.

‘You will have to stop being mad at me very soon. It is not fair on Jill and Robbie to have to work in such an atmosphere.'

Pouring milk into her drink, Sabrina stirred it vigorously with the little silver-plated spoon. ‘I am not mad at you,' she said evenly. ‘It's entirely up to you who you sleep with. I just expected you to have a little more class than to do it while I was sleeping under the same roof.'

Javier bit back some curse words in Spanish that sprang to his lips. ‘And I thought you had more class than to take out your anger on the people who work for you. I thought you took pride in your professionalism?'

That cut her to the quick, even more so because it was true. That didn't, however, prevent Sabrina from venting her spleen on the man who dominated the doorway. His handsome face deceptively calm, she could none the less see the spit of fire in those devastatingly dark eyes and she resented it. Resented it mightily when she was the one who had so clearly been wronged.

‘How dare you?' Before she knew she even intended it, she'd walked right up to him and poked her finger in his chest. ‘How dare you talk to me about professionalism when you come home and act like some two-penny Lothario?
I
was the one who was trying to behave with some kind of dignity by striving to keep our relationship purely on a business level only! Then because I tell you I'm not going to make a habit of sleeping with you, you have to go and pay me back by bringing another woman into the house!'

‘Madre del Dios!'
Fury slamming into his gut, Javier stared down into her accusing blue eyes as emotion finally got the better of him. He'd done everything in his power as far as he could see to make her see sense, to explain about Christina, why she was in the house, that she was only in London for a few days, that she was flying back to Argentina to be with her lover, Carlo. But none of it had apparently convinced his wife that he would never stoop to such a low act as to sleep with another woman just because Sabrina had withdrawn her favours. And why was she getting so angry anyway when it had been her own suggestion that they keep their relationship strictly professional?
Unless she was jealous.
The thought sideswiped him, made his heart beat a little faster and sent heat heading right where he didn't want it to go.

‘Do you want me, Sabrina?' His voice dropped to a much lower, huskier cadence. He saw the shock in her eyes, the perfect blue dilate to almost black. He caught her hand mid-air, on its way to slap his face, no doubt. ‘Is that what all this is about?'

‘Of all the arrogant, conceited, chauvinistic—' He cut off her stream of words with a hard, savage kiss that had her falling against him to keep her balance. With his hands in her hair he held her fast, his mouth devouring hers, showing no mercy, only satisfied when with a desperate little groan she melted into him, her arms slipping almost helplessly round his neck, her skin hot and her breasts pressed tight into his chest.

He wanted her so badly he couldn't get enough of her. She had him burning up with lust, this woman who presented such a cool façade when inside she was pure fire.
Dios!
Did she really believe he could have another woman in his bed after tasting her? Dragging his mouth away, he set her aside, with frustration tensing every finely honed muscle in his body, his face set into determined, angry lines.

‘I am going out for some fresh air. When I return I expect you to treat me with the civility that—as your husband—I am due. No more of this “freezing me out”. Is that understood?'

Her mouth still throbbing with the passion of his kisses, in fast danger of losing her centre of gravity, Sabrina stared at him wide-eyed, her silky hair drifting loose from its clip. ‘You have no right to speak to me like—'

‘I do not wish to stand here arguing with you. If you want an argument, save it for when we get home and Angelina is asleep.
Sí?
'

His gaze sweeping over her face with barely controlled fury, Javier turned and walked away, leaving Sabrina feeling curiously as if she'd just survived a cyclone.

‘W
HAT
am I supposed to do for three weeks? Sit around and twiddle my thumbs?' She was spoiling for a fight and Javier knew it. Sitting in front of the TV, one long leg draped across the arm of the chair, he flicked it off with the remote and sighed. They'd already had this ‘discussion' once tonight and clearly Sabrina hadn't come to terms with the idea that her precious agency would be closing for such a long time while the refurbishment got underway. Jill and Robbie, on the other hand, had been delighted.

‘Why don't you think about a vacation? When was the last time you took any proper time off, Sabrina?'

Folding her arms across her chest, she walked in front of him, a tense, slender figure in jeans and white shirt, her pretty hair left loose down her back. ‘That's neither here nor there.'

‘Don't give me one of your enigmatic answers. Tell me the truth.'

‘Why? So you'll come to the conclusion I'm such a control freak I'm afraid to take any time off from the business in case something goes wrong in my absence?' It was true. She hadn't taken a holiday in over three years, for exactly the reason she had so eloquently outlined. Ironic when she ran a travel business.

Raising a dark eyebrow, Javier couldn't resist a smile. ‘How long, Sabrina?'

‘Three years. The last break I had was in Tunisia three years ago. Satisfied?'

Come and sit on my lap and let me unbutton your shirt and I might start to be…
Coming out of nowhere, the thought had him instantly hardening. He pulled off his tie, dropped it on the chair arm and adjusted his position. ‘You should think about it. That is all I am saying. The work will not take place for another two weeks or so, so you have plenty of time to think about what to do with your time off. If you are so eager for contact with work, I could show you how my business works on the internet. Perhaps you would like to learn, hmm?'

Sabrina felt a ridiculous rush of pleasure, quickly followed by a surge of guilt at being so testy with him, then a wave of anger at the thought that maybe he was just trying to placate her after the Christina debacle.

‘It's always useful to learn something new.' Her voice sounded grudging even to her own ears. What was it about this man that had her emotions seesawing around so crazily? She'd always thought of herself as quite a reasonable person, a
forgiving
person. With Javier she was being anything but. Outrageous when he had already given her so much.

Javier sighed and got up from the chair. ‘Talking of work, I have a few things to see to. If you will excuse me I will say goodnight to you, Sabrina. Sleep well.' He had to put some distance between them in order to think. It wasn't going to happen while she was so near.
Sweet temptation with a scowling face.
It didn't look as if she was going to forgive him any time soon for what she believed to be his serious transgression with Christina. Well, he would just have to wait it out. She couldn't stay immune to him for ever, could she? Frowning as he reached the door, he didn't risk a glance over his shoulder at the object of his desire. He'd already had enough provocation for one day.

But Sabrina had no intention of letting the matter lie. Convinced he had slept with his glamorous ex-girlfriend when she'd stayed the night, she had to let him know that, fake marriage or not, she wasn't going to be made a fool of so easily. Returning to her bedroom, she collected the box of pretty lingerie Javier had bought her and swept into his office with it, slamming it on the desk in front of him so that the gorgeous oyster-coloured silk spilled out onto his lap. His broad shoulders visibly tensing, Javier picked up the flimsy items and put them carefully down on top of the silver box without speaking.

Unable to contain her anger any longer, Sabrina glared at him. ‘And don't buy me things like this when it's clearly just a game to you! I tell you what, why don't you give them to your girlfriend? I'm sure she could find a use for them when you next get together!'

Slowly, Javier got up from his chair. Sabrina saw the warning flinch of muscle throb in his cheek beneath the smooth, tanned skin and her heart missed a beat.

‘They are not Christina's size,' he said, his voice deadly even. ‘She is all angles, while you are more…' those deep black eyes of his swept almost insolently down her figure ‘…more curvaceous. Why are you so angry with me, Sabrina? You are the one who was so certain that this marriage of ours should be—how do you say?—platonic. So why does it bother you that I might have slept with Christina? A man has needs, Sabrina. Is that what scares you so? I can see how that might prove a challenge when you have locked away your feelings for so long. Do you intend to spend the rest of your life pretending not to feel?' When he reached out to stroke his knuckles down her cheek, Sabrina hugged her arms around her waist to stop herself from shaking. She had known him such a short time yet he already knew her so well. Perhaps
that
was what scared her the most?

‘We—we had a deal, an agreement.' The words suddenly didn't mean a damn thing any more. Floundering in her anxiety, Sabrina sensed all the fight drain out of her. This man had already been through so much. He had lost his sister and his brother-in-law and was now totally responsible for his niece—so much so that he had given up his glamorous lifestyle in Argentina to move to England and adopt her. What he didn't need was any further grief from Sabrina just because her pride had been hurt. He was a very virile, sexy man. Having been a recent recipient of his lovemaking, she could easily attest to the truth of that. No. She would just have to accept the fact that, as he said, ‘he had certain needs' and if she wasn't willing to fulfil them herself, then who could blame him for finding solace elsewhere? Even if it was with his ex-girlfriend?

‘I'm sorry.' Her head throbbing, she swung round to leave, surprised and shocked when Javier's hand fastened round her arm to waylay her.

‘I did not make love with Christina the other night. I have no reason to lie to you about that. She is in love with another man back home in Argentina. I found them in bed together and that is when our relationship ended. I have no desire or intention to renew it.'

Her cheeks burning, Sabrina nodded slowly. He was telling her the truth. She knew that now.

‘I've made a fool of myself, haven't I?' Her blue eyes looked pained.

‘No. It is good things are out in the open. Go and get some rest now. I will see you in the morning.'

When he released her arm and turned away, Sabrina was crushingly disappointed. She wanted…no,
needed
him to kiss her. Her whole body ached for it—to feel that incredibly soft yet sometimes hard-looking mouth sliding across hers, sharing his heat, his passion, his incredible taste with her, as intimate as a man could be with a woman.

‘Can I—can I take my things?' Biting her lip, she reached around him to pick up the pretty silk from his desk, the material cool and unbelievably erotic beneath her fingers. Without a word, Javier handed her the box, the ghost of a smile flitting across his lips, gone as quickly as it had appeared. ‘Thanks.' Not daring to encroach any further on his good will, Sabrina hurriedly exited the room, her own heartbeat pounding heavily in her ears as she rushed down the softly carpeted hall to her bedroom.

 

‘So what will you do with yourself with three weeks off?' Taking a generous bite of her authentic Italian pizza with its extra topping of Parmesan, Ellie glanced speculatively at her sister across the table. The popular Italian restaurant was full of lunchtime customers and Ellie had had to book a table so they could eat there. She'd left the children at her mother's and was enjoying her ‘me time' enormously, as she told Sabrina.

‘Javier's going to teach me a bit about his own business.' Pouring some water from the jug into her glass, she took a brief sip, wishing that her body wouldn't get so inconveniently hot at just the mention of her husband's name. Usually all her concerns were to do with work, how things were going, how to improve things, where she was going to get the money to make some much needed changes. Now that all that was taken care of, all she seemed to be able to think about was Javier D'Alessandro. For someone who had never given a personal relationship with a man top priority in her life, that was unsettling indeed. It was going to make it all the harder to leave when the time came—not to mention leaving Angelina…

‘God, you've got a one-track mind, sis!'

‘What do you mean?' Terrified that Ellie might have discovered her guilty secret—that she was more than halfway in love with her husband, a fact that she was only just allowing herself to admit—Sabrina stared at her, wide-eyed.

‘All you ever seem to think about is work! There you are with that gorgeous hunk of man and the only thing you can get excited about is the prospect of working together! I'll never understand you in a million years, Sabrina, I really won't. And why aren't you eating? Your pizza will get cold.'

She couldn't eat, Sabrina thought miserably. Not when her stomach was so tangled up with thoughts of Javier and Angelina and how empty her life was going to be without them.

‘I keep telling you that our marriage isn't real. We only did it to help each other out. When are you going to get that through that thick skull of yours?'

‘Don't give me that “our marriage isn't real” bunkum. I know desire when I see it and you two could barely keep your eyes off each other the day I visited. I told Phil. Talk about a match to a fire! Come on, Sabrina, be honest—you fancy him, don't you? If you don't then I really recommend a medical checkup because your equipment can't be functioning properly.'

‘Can we change the subject?' Pushing at the pizza on her plate with her fork, Sabrina was blushing profusely. What she felt for Javier wasn't just some sordid little ‘it will blow over' sexual itch. Her feelings for the man went so much deeper than that it wasn't funny. Right now it was threatening the very fabric of who she'd imagined she was for the past thirty-seven years. Her chosen course in life had been her career—
not
marriage and children. Now Javier D'Alessandro had her seriously contemplating both and she had no right. He was still young and he deserved to find someone more in keeping with his age and background.

‘You care about him, don't you?' Taking a sip of water, Ellie placed her glass carefully back down on the cork mat. ‘Is that what's going on? Talk to me, Sabrina. I don't just want to pry into your business. We're family. I care about you.'

‘Why wouldn't I care about him and Angelina? I'm not made of stone.' Shaking her head, Sabrina crumpled her paper napkin into a ball. ‘I didn't mean for it to happen. It's not the cleverest thing I've ever done.'

‘But human, very human. Why wouldn't you want love in your life? Isn't that what we all ultimately want—someone who really cares about us deeply?'

‘But he doesn't love me.' Hastening to make that very clear to her sister, Sabrina felt choked just saying the words. ‘He might be attracted to me but that doesn't mean it's anything more than physical. And besides, I'm too old for him.'

Ellie looked militant. ‘Who says?'

‘
I
say! Think about it, Ellie. In a few years' time he'll want children. He comes from a very old-fashioned culture where family is sacrosanct. Do you think his parents would be happy if he married a woman who couldn't bear him children?'

‘All this is supposition. You don't even know for a fact that you can't have children. You could pop out at least three or four if you got your skates on!'

Laughing in spite of her anguish, Sabrina reached across the table to cover Ellie's hand with her own. ‘You are a nut. But at least you make me laugh. I get so wrapped up in the business sometimes I seem to forget how to have fun.'

‘Have that conversation with the gorgeous Javier. I'm sure
he
could teach you how to have fun.'

‘Hmm.' Thinking about the beautiful lingerie he had bought her that she had retrieved after her little contretemps the other night, Sabrina didn't doubt that was true. What had he been thinking when he bought it for her? Her insides glowed at the thought. ‘Dangerous.'

‘Hold that thought.' Attracting the attention of a passing waitress, Ellie ordered a bottle of house red.

‘You need to learn to loosen up a little, my girl, and this is going to help.'

‘No,' Sabrina wagged her finger, ‘
this
is going to make me fall asleep at my desk.'

‘Why worry? Your husband's there to make sure you get home OK, isn't he?'

 

Returning to the living-room with two mugs of black coffee, Javier stopped in the doorway at the sight that met his eyes. Curled up on one end of the huge couch, her head on two satin pillows, Sabrina was fast asleep. At the other end, curled up in a similar fashion, was Angelina—also asleep. His insides suffusing with warmth, he took a long, slow breath and, advancing into the room, placed the coffee on a sideboard. Standing there watching them both, he couldn't disown the sudden longing in his chest to hold these two females in the circle of his love and protection for ever. The thought almost made him stumble. It was natural he should feel such tenderness towards Angelina; he'd loved her since she was a baby and soon she would be his adopted daughter. But to acknowledge such feelings towards Sabrina—this woman who had appeared out of nowhere, as it were, just when he needed her? This was something else entirely, something he definitely hadn't planned for. She was a beautiful, vibrant, sensual woman and he desired her with a depth that had surpassed anything he'd ever experienced before, but love? He'd sworn to protect his heart from such a fate. Angelina and his parents had his unconditional love but to fall for a woman and bind her to him with promises to love her for ever was something he'd vowed not to do, not unless he was looking to get his heart badly broken. He only had to remember Dorothea and Michael to know that love could also be cruel. At thirty years old he had had enough tragedy in his life. No. He made up his mind. He was not averse to enjoying a warm physical relationship with the beguiling Sabrina but, as far as anything else was concerned, he would resist. Gazing at her now, her long, luxurious hair spilling onto the vivid cerise of the satin pillow, he knew it was going to take every ounce of will-power to keep his vow.