Claiming His Convenient Fiancée

OMG. The phone call was swift and to the point and the arrogant bastard smiled at her the entire way through.

‘You just ended your relationship?’ she all but gasped as he ended the call. ‘Over the phone?’

‘Four dates doesn’t really constitute a relationship.’ He shrugged and pocketed his mobile.

‘And you never go much beyond five dates anyway.’ Teddy had told her that. Apparently, Alejandro’s appetite for a rapid succession of beauties caused frequent comment—celebration by some, such as Teddy, and derision from others. Kitty was firmly in the second camp.

His eyebrows flickered. ‘Don’t I? I don’t tend to keep count.’

Of dates or women? ‘You can’t just do that.’

‘I just did.’

‘You don’t care?’ Was it all that meaningless for him? His callousness was repellent, yet there was still that fickle, stupid part of her that was attracted to him.

‘No. I don’t.’ He laughed at her expression. ‘She doesn’t either. We both knew what we were in for.’

And what was that—a few meaningless hours in bed together? Kitty whipped up her anger on behalf of the woman. ‘You’re sure about that?’

‘Utterly.’ He looked bored as he glanced at his watch. ‘Now you needn’t have any scruples about being my date for the night.’

‘No way.’ She shook her head, still shocked at his callous phone call. As if she’d ever date someone so ruthless. ‘You’re heartless.’

‘If that’s the case—’ he reached for his pocket again ‘—then I will have to phone the police. Naturally, I will push for charges to be laid.’ He sent her a mock-apologetic glance. ‘It’s unacceptable for people to unlawfully enter houses and take whatever they find lying around.’

She narrowed her eyes. He was playing a game. He’d have called the police already if that was what he’d really meant to do. ‘You’ll do whatever necessary to get what you want, won’t you?’

He smiled as if that wasn’t something to be ashamed of. ‘Always.’

No doubt he’d blackmail, coerce, fight dirty and think nothing of it.

She gazed at him. He was hideously self-assured. Going through women like normal people went through pints of milk—on an almost daily basis and simply discarding the bottle when done. But that someone so shallow could be so attractive-looking? It was so wrong—the guy needed a warning label stamped on his forehead. Yet there was a whole roomful downstairs waiting to step up and be the next one. His looks and charisma had made things—women—far too easy for him.

He sent her that soft, suave smile, totally in control and at ease. ‘What’s it going to be, Catriona?’ he prompted her gently. ‘A night with me at your side, or a night in the cells?’

Her body recognised his beauty; her brain recognised he was a calculating bastard. She’d ensure her brain won this battle. She was certain he was not interested in her; he just wanted to teach her a lesson. That was obvious.

But he was the one who needed a lesson. The palm of her hand itched, but she’d never resorted to violence, not even in her worst attention-seeking teen tantrums and she wasn’t letting this devil get to her in a way no one else ever had.

Nor was she letting him win. She had no idea what he thought he was going to achieve by forcing her to stay with him during his party, but she wasn’t letting him have it. She’d make the night as difficult as possible for him. Then she’d tell the truth and demand Margot’s diamonds back.

‘Don’t call the police,’ she finally responded, answering demurely. ‘I’ll be your date.’

His eyes narrowed just the slightest, but his smile was ready and heart-stopping. He pocketed the phone again and then reached out and laced his fingers through hers. ‘I never thought for a second that you wouldn’t.’

CHAPTER TWO (#uede11a9f-8740-5bcf-b13f-7602c758c297)

‘YOU’RE VERY SURE of yourself,’ Kitty said, counting her breathing in an attempt to slow her speeding heart.

‘I’m sure of people,’ he answered. ‘They are predictable.’

Well, he definitely wasn’t predictable. And she refused to be—at least to him. ‘What is it you want from me?’ She tried to extricate her hand from his, but he wouldn’t release her.

‘What do you think I want from you?’ That smile now lurked in his eyes.

Her chin lifted. ‘If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking.’

His glance sharpened, but he spoke calmly. ‘Your time. Your undivided attention. And when every guest has gone tonight, we’ll have a reckoning.’

Something flipped in her belly. Half horrified, half intrigued, she couldn’t resist asking more. ‘What kind of reckoning?’

The smile he flashed was nothing short of wicked. ‘I think you’ve already guessed.’

He couldn’t possibly mean that. She flushed. ‘Never. Happening.’

He laughed then, releasing his grip on her to throw both his hands in the air, surprisingly animated. ‘See? Predictable.’ That foreign element underlying his American accent had deepened deliciously.

He was teasing her? She shouldn’t feel even a hint of disappointment. Yet she did. Alejandro Martinez was too much the practised flirt and too sure of his own attractiveness.

‘I’m not in the least interested in you in that way,’ she said, determined to make the point as clear as possible.

‘Of course you’re not,’ he soothed, turning to lead the way to the door.

‘I mean it. You try anything—’

He sighed theatrically. ‘Well, it will be difficult, but I’ll try to control my animal urges.’

Okay, so now she felt a fool because of course he wasn’t really interested in her like that. He’d be back on the phone to his Saskia soon enough and sorting out the lovers’ tiff or he’d be off with another of the models downstairs...

Laughter danced in his eyes as he turned and caught her glaring at his back.

‘You are very beautiful when cross,’ he said provocatively. ‘Does that fiery hair bring a temper with it?’

She refused to answer him. Her hair didn’t bring rage so much as rashness. Fool that she was, she should have listened to Teddy and calmed down before deciding to come on this crazy mission. She should at least have eaten something, then she wouldn’t be feeling this light-headed.

He paused and waited until she’d looked up into his face again before teasing her further. ‘If you are a good date, you might get a reward.’

‘All I want is the necklace,’ she replied stiffly. And maybe some dinner at some point. Hopefully, there’d be some decent canapés downstairs and not just the tiny, calorie-free stuff that models lived on.

He took her hand firmly in his again and drew her towards the door. He was really serious about her mingling?

‘What are you planning on telling your guests about me?’ she asked.

A mystified expression crossed his face. ‘Nothing.’

Clearly the opinion of others didn’t bother him at all. Kitty tried very hard not to be bothered by what others thought, but there was still that soft part of her that ached to please someone. Anyone. Everyone.

She worked hard to fight it and protect her stupidly vulnerable heart. For too long her self-esteem had been bound up in the opinion of men. First her father. Then her fiancé.