Mills & Boon Stars Collection: Seductive Nights: A Deal with Alejandro

This was Alejandro’s brother. The resemblance was uncanny. All the way down to his lifted eyebrow when he realised he was the object of scrutiny.

Her very blatant scrutiny.

A very male, very confident smile curved his lips as he abandoned the lift and sauntered towards her. His return scrutiny didn’t make her skin prickle the way Alejandro’s did, but nevertheless Elise grew conscious of the cling of Lycra and sheen of sweat coating her skin.

‘A beautiful woman who shows dedication in taking care of herself is a sexy thing to behold.’

His voice, so much like Alejandro’s, but also so different, made her smile emerge a little weaker than usual. ‘You don’t know me from a lamp post, so what makes you think I’m in any way dedicated? For all you know this could be the start of a very late New Year’s resolution.’

His gaze drifted from her head to the tips of her trainers and back again. ‘Then I commend you for the excellent, decidedly non-lamp-post-like framework you’re building on.’ His words held the same Spanish intonation that curled around Alejandro’s.

Laughter bubbled up, easy and unexpected, providing a touch of relief from her roiling thoughts. ‘I’m not sure whether to thank you for the compliment or roll my eyes at that smooth line.’

‘Gael Aguilar.’ He held out his hand. ‘And you wound me.’

She shook his hand. ‘You’re Alejandro’s brother,’ she confirmed.

A shadow crossed Gael’s features. ‘For my sins, yes.’

A sixth sense warned her his words were meant literally. The lift arrived and she stepped into the small space beside him. She couldn’t help but notice with every floor that passed, his tension escalated.

This brother wasn’t anticipating an amicable meeting.

And with Alejandro, was there any other kind?

Elise cleared her throat. ‘I hope you can sort things out with the Japanese deal.’

His eyes hardened for a moment, before he smiled. ‘That outcome would depend entirely on my brother.’

She frowned.

‘You look shocked. What has my brother been telling you about me?’

‘Nothing, save that he expects the same thing from you.’

A smile, icy but tinged with a hint of bleakness, tweaked his lips. ‘What can I say? We’re not known for giving quarter,’ he rasped.

The doors opened and they stepped into the hallway. ‘It was—’

‘Elise!’

They both turned at the thunderous summons. Heat and ice invaded her body, both bringing equally painful awareness, as Alejandro’s incandescent gaze slashed over her, dashed to his brother, and then remained fixed on Gael.

* * *

Alejandro had never experienced possessiveness about anyone or anything in his life. Sure, he was attached to the success he’d worked hard for, but he possessed nothing in life that would cause him physical pain to part with. He’d learned at a very early age that affection or material things given one day could be taken away the next with no rhyme or reason. Every occurrence in his life as a child had revolved around whether his mother had decided to be happy, or whether she was locked into playing the wronged wife, visiting her misery and pain on everyone around her. And that had solely depended on whether his father was in the mood to reprise his role of philanderer or not.

Everything in his life had been coated with a transience that had forced him to create a bubble around himself. Because if he get didn’t attached in the first place, he wouldn’t feel the loss. The logic was absurdly simple.

But for some reason, right from the very beginning, he’d detested the interest Elise garnered from every single person she came into contact with. Acknowledging the curious problem privately to himself hadn’t seen it diminish. Getting a taste of her last night and then being forced to walk away, after realising just how transient she was, had done something to him. He couldn’t place his finger on what it was, save for the knowledge that she’d stirred something so powerful and turbulent within him, he hadn’t been able to concentrate worth a damn all day.

Seeing her standing next to his brother, Gael’s barely disguised interest in her visible even across the space between them, Alejandro wanted to breach the distance, claim her by branding his name on the skin she didn’t have any qualms about exposing, in the most blatant way possible. That bubble of self-denial he’d existed in was gone, leaving a stone labelled Need in his gut, which seemed to grow heavier with each second.

Dios. This was beyond unacceptable.

‘Did you want something, Alejandro?’ Elise said, her chin lifted in challenge.

‘Other than to request that you be at your desk where you’re supposed to be?’

Her eyes darkened, her gaze flickering to Gael with a touch of embarrassment. A second later, her lips pursed. ‘Sorry, my bad. I thought the shackles attached to my desk were for decorative purposes only. Let me change out of my running gear and I’ll get back on the workhorse.’

He caught Gael’s low chuckle, but he couldn’t look at his brother. Not when the sight of Elise approaching ripped his senses wide open with voracious hunger, reminding him of her scent, her responsiveness beneath his touch.

He dragged his gaze from her hips, forced his scrutiny up past her luscious breasts, her slender neck, to her face, and locked his knees to remain upright.

Every day since her first day at SNV, she’d arrived fully but impeccably made-up. Today, her face held the barest hint of artificial colour. Her skin glowed with a natural beauty, her eyes even more vivid without the added frills.

Gael had seen her like this first...

Irrational, primitive jealousy threatened to shame him, but it was shoved aside by other emotions rippling through him.

Emotions that involved his brother.

His eyes finally shifted to Gael. Lingered against his will. A tug pulled at him deep inside. In the decade since they’d last seen each other, his brother had grown in resemblance to the man Alejandro himself saw every day when he looked in the mirror.

A carbon copy of their father. The man who’d betrayed his family over and over again.

He admitted to himself that the resemblance made it hard for him to look at Gael. Alejandro also admitted it might have contributed to him leaving California all those years ago. Acceptance of that flaw made him swallow. And wish he’d never sent that email suggesting a meeting.

‘I’m here, Andro,’ Gael stated when they were six feet from each other. ‘Are we going to waste the day imitating a Mexican standoff or are you going to make me an offer I can’t refuse?’

Alejandro thrust his clenched fists into his pockets, willing his gaze not to stray to Elise as she walked past and headed for the changing room. When the door swung shut behind her, he narrowed his eyes at his brother. ‘We’ll take the meeting in my office. And don’t call me that.’

Gael’s lips pursed as he fell into step beside him. ‘Still as touchy as ever, I see. It’s surprising you’ve managed to pull off a few impressive deals over the years while wearing your emotions on your sleeve.’

Alejandro slammed his office door and faced Gael. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ he snapped.

‘It’s obvious you have a thing for that gorgeous creature out there, and don’t bother denying it. For a second there, you looked ready to drop kick me. I’m guessing the rumours about you being a shark in the boardroom are false, then?’ Gael taunted.

Alejandro forced his shoulders to relax. Going to the drinks cabinet, he poured two shots of single malt whisky and held one out to Gael. His brother accepted his with one raised eyebrow, but didn’t drink it.

Alejandro downed his in one go, memories of last night almost pushing him into slamming the glass down. ‘There’s nothing going on between Elise and I. She’s here to do a specific job. Once her usefulness is expended, she’ll be duly compensated and disposed of. End of story.’

Gael gave a low whistle as he strolled confidently to the window. ‘Consider my concerns about your softness revised.’ He appreciated the view for a long minute, then turned. ‘I don’t intend to back down on the Japanese deal. Toredo needs this deal—’

‘Your company specialises in offering streaming media and cloud-based services. It’s not an e-commerce outfit like mine or Ishikawa Corp. There are a dozen companies you can merge with that better suit your business—’

‘But none with a similar foothold in Asia,’ Gael countered. ‘This has the potential to be the perfect merger for me to combine e-commerce with streaming media.’ He shrugged. ‘I’m yet to be convinced there’s a downside to it.’