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

Alejandro pursed his lips. ‘I’ll repeat what I said to you yesterday.’ The bite of further frustration made him slash a hand through his hair, uncaring whether the sign made him appear anything other than in total control. ‘There will be other deals. I’ll help you secure the next one, if you need it. Walk away from this one.’

Gael’s lips curled and his fingers tightened around the glass. ‘I haven’t asked for or needed your aid for a long time, not since I came to you for help in finding my mother when I was thirteen and you turned me down flat.’

Another tug in his chest, this time one he recognised as guilt, made him tense, even while his frustration grew. ‘You accuse me of being soft, and yet you can’t seem to let go of the past. I didn’t want to get involved in your mess then, and I want to even less now.’

Gael’s jaw clenched. ‘You knew where she was, Andro. Despite our father lying through his teeth that he wasn’t with her, you knew they were shacked up in that godforsaken apartment he kept on the side for his mistresses. For three weeks, I had to live with not knowing whether she was alive or dead.’

Alejandro’s face stiffened, his whole body numb as he held himself rigidly in the present. ‘You found her in the end, did you not?’ he bit out.

‘No thanks to you. You made it clear then that I was nothing to you. That you didn’t even want the whiff of this bastard brother anywhere near you. I got the message loud and clear.’

Alejandro gritted his teeth. ‘Regardless of what your imagination conjured up, I had my hands full with other matters.’ Like keeping his mother from going off the deep end when she realised once again that her husband’s promises of fidelity meant nothing.

Gael’s mouth twisted as he set the glass down without drinking the whisky. ‘Sí, ensuring your popularity as the school’s soccer star was firmly in place so you could continue dating the hottest girls was much more important than helping me out when I needed it. If your best offer is to tell me to walk away, then this meeting has been a colossal waste of my time.’ He flicked a glance at his watch. ‘I guess I’ll be on my way. Thanks for the drink.’

Quick strides saw him at the door before Alejandro exhaled. ‘What will it take?’

Gael froze. ‘Que?’

‘For you to drop this deal. What will it take?’

His brother’s hazel eyes turned a dark, dangerous green. ‘We’re blood, Andro. There’s no bribe on earth that will remove that fact. And no amount of money that will appease my need to see you lose. Just once. Hasta luego,’ he threw in sarcastically, before the door slammed behind him.

Alejandro braced his hands on top of the desk, his chest expanding and contracting for a full minute, before he dropped into his chair.

He’d expected it to go better. And of all the reminders of Gael he’d wanted to avoid, the reference to those hellish weeks was at the top of his list. Because that was the time when he’d finally accepted his father was beyond redemption. That his mother cared more about steeping herself in the frenzied, dysfunctional state of her marriage than she did about her son.

Bitterness, awakened and rancid, dredged through him. His fist curled on top of the file on his desk as he fought it back down. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed that way, his gaze turned inward in memory.

The sound of the door opening and shutting, followed by the click of heels, finally dragged him from his unwanted musings.

She’d changed into a dress. Some sort of grey wool blend, high-necked thing that ended just above her knee and left her slender arms exposed. On her wrist a delicate bracelet drew his attention to her soft skin. He’d touched that skin last night. Tasted it.

Still hungered for it.

Reining in his unwanted craving, he watched her cross to her office. Alejandro found himself upright and following her before he’d fully computed the move. She was leaning over her desk, stretching for a file when he reached the doorway. Leaning against the frame, he questioned for the umpteenth time what it was about her that drove this unchecked compulsion within him.

She turned, and jumped. ‘Uh... I didn’t see you there.’ She thrust the file she held at him. ‘This is what I was working on this morning. I wouldn’t like you to think I was idling away the time while you were out of the office.’

He took the file. ‘I owe you an apology. Last night... I shouldn’t have reacted quite so—’

‘Ogre-tastically?’

Despite himself, a smile attempted to lift his mood. ‘I was going to say “unprofessionally”. My apologies.’

Her strikingly long lashes swept down for a moment. ‘And I would’ve been better advised to keep things from getting too...personal.’

The reminder that there was something he needed to do had him striding forward to her desk to press the intercom.

‘Sir?’

‘Draft a memo to the marketing department. I want all contracts with Brian Grey’s company terminated immediately.’

Elise gasped.

‘Umm...yes, sir.’

He hung up. She stared at him, her parted lips trembling for a second before her gaze dropped. ‘I don’t need you to fight my battles for me, Alejandro.’

‘And yet, it is done,’ he stated, the rage that burned in his gut threatening to erupt all over again. His emotions when he’d left Elise last night had skittered close to the edge. Returning to the restaurant to confront the bastard had been high on his list but he accepted that satisfaction from violence would be fleeting. But this...this was a good start. And he intended to pay the piece of scum back in many varied ways. As for what she’d said about her parents... His gut clenched harder. Parents were a subject he wasn’t yet willing to touch.

Her stunning eyes rose to his once more. ‘I...don’t know what to say.’

‘Then let’s move on.’

She nodded after a moment. ‘How did things go with your brother?’

His laugh was a touch self-deprecating. ‘As badly as I suspected they would.’

She smoothed back her fringe, a nervous tic of hers he’d noticed. ‘I’m guessing from that tight-jawed look you’re wearing that you couldn’t find any middle ground?’

‘You sound disappointed, guapa. Perhaps you expect too much for a first meeting in ten years.’

Her eyes widened. ‘That’s how long it’s been since you saw each other?’

Alejandro felt that twinge again. ‘Yes.’

‘Why?’

‘He reminded me of a past I wanted to leave behind.’

‘Reminded? As in the past tense?’

He frowned, caught off guard by the slip. Shaking his head, he changed the subject. ‘Did you find me anything I can use?’

A look, almost of disappointment, crossed her face. ‘Nothing that would aid your war, but there’s something else. Before you use it though, can I just suggest that SNV and Toredo could be different arms of the same company? Is a three-way merger out of the question?’

‘It’s low on my list of ideal outcomes.’

Her gaze dropped, her smile as tight as her nod.

He traced her face for a minute, noting that, apart from lip gloss, she hadn’t applied any more make-up when she’d changed. He curbed the urge to trace his fingers over her skin as he had last night.

She’d made her feelings more than clear. She wasn’t interested in blurring the professional lines of their relationship. And he needed to relocate his little black book.

Opening the file, he speed-read through the half-dozen pages and paused when he reached the most interesting morsel of information. ‘Grandma to the rescue again?’

A light blush washed her cheeks. ‘I didn’t see the harm in tapping a useful source.’