Maid for a Magnate

“Considering I’m going to take you to bed, I have every right.”

Cat moved around him, flicked the lock and jerked the door open. “Get the hell out. I don’t care if this is your father’s house. I’m working and we are finished. For good.”

Will glanced out the door at a wide-eyed Raul. Before he passed, he stopped directly in front of Cat. “We’re not finished. We’ve barely gotten started.”

Crossing into the hall, Will met Raul’s questioning stare. “You saw and heard nothing. Are we clear?”

Will waited until the other man silently nodded before walking away. No way in hell did he need his father knowing he’d been caught making out in the damn laundry room with the maid.

Next time, and there would be a next time, Will vowed she’d be in his bed. She was a willing participant every time he’d kissed her. Hell, if the knock hadn’t interrupted them, they’d probably both be a lot happier right now.

Regardless of what Cat had just said, he knew full well she wanted him. Her body wasn’t lying. What kind of man would he be if he ignored her needs? Because he sure as hell wasn’t going to sit back and wait for another man to come along and explore that sexual side.

She was his.

Five

Alma was a beautiful country. Catalina was going to miss the island’s beautiful water and white sandy beaches when she left. Swimming was her first love. Being one with the water, letting loose and not caring about anything was the best source of therapy.

And tonight she needed the release.

For three days she’d managed to dodge Will. He had come to Patrick’s house every morning, holed himself up in the office with his father and then left, assumedly to head into the Rowling Energy offices.

Will may say he’d changed, but to her he still looked as if he was playing the perfect son, dead set on taking over the family business. Apparently he thought he could take her over as well. But she wasn’t a business deal to close and she certainly wouldn’t lose her mind again and let him devour her so thoroughly no matter how much she enjoyed it.

Lust was something that would only get her into trouble. The repercussions of lust would last a lifetime; a few moments of pleasure wouldn’t be worth the inevitable heartache in the end.

Catalina sliced her arms through the water, cursing herself for allowing thoughts of Will to infringe on her downtime when she only wanted to relax. The man wanted to control her and she was letting him because she had no clue how to stop this emotional roller coaster he’d strapped her into.

Heading toward the shoreline, Catalina pushed herself the last few feet until she could stand. Shoving her short hair back from her face, she took deep breaths as she sloshed through the water. With the sun starting to sink behind her, she crossed the sand and scooped up her towel to mop her face.

He’d seriously crossed the line when he’d asked about her virginity. Yes, she’d gotten carried away with him, even if she did enjoy those stolen moments, but her sexual past was none of his concern because she had no intention of letting him have any more power over her. And she sure as hell didn’t want to know about all of his trysts since they’d been together.

Cat wrapped the towel around her body and tucked the edge in to secure the cloth in place. This small stretch of beach wasn’t far from her apartment, only a five-minute walk, and rarely had many visitors in the evening. Most people came during the day or on weekends. On occasion, Catalina would see families playing together. Her heart would always seize up a bit then. She longed for the day when she could have a family of her own, but for now, she had her sights set on fashion.

Giving up one dream for another wasn’t an option. Who said she couldn’t have it all? She could have her ideal career and then her family. She was still young. At twenty-four some women were already married and had children, but she wasn’t like most women.

And if Will Rowling thought he could deter her from going after what she wanted, he was delusional. And sexy. Mercy, was the man ever sexy.

No, no, no.

Will and his sexiness had no room in her life, especially her bed, which he’d work his way into if she wasn’t on guard constantly.

Catalina pulled out her tank-style sundress and exchanged the towel for the modest coverup. After shoving the towel into her bag, she slid into her sandals and started her walk home. The soft ocean breeze always made her smile. Wherever she moved, she was going to need to be close to water or at least close enough that she could make weekend trips.