Maid for a Magnate

Her pleading tone had him easing back. She wanted him. He’d broken her down enough for her to fully admit it.

What goals was she referring to? He wanted to know what her plans were because he wouldn’t let this go. He’d waited too long for this second chance and to finally have her, to finally show his father he was in control now, was his ultimate goal.

“I’m not about to give up, Cat.” Will stood straight up and kept his eyes on hers. “You have your goals, I have mine.”

As he turned and started walking toward the door, he glanced back and nodded toward the package on the table. “You didn’t like flowers. This may be more practical for you.”

Before she could say a word, he let himself out. Leaving her flat was one of the hardest things he’d done. He knew if he’d hung around a bit longer she would give in to his advances, but he wanted her to come to him. He wanted her to be aching for him, not reluctant.

Cat would come around. They had too much of a history and a physical connection now for her to ignore her body. He had plenty to keep him occupied until she decided to come to him.

Starting with dropping another bomb on his father where their investments and loyalties lay.

Six

Damn that man.

Catalina resisted the urge to march into the Rowling Energy offices and throw Will’s gift back in his face.

But she’d used the thing all weekend. Now she was back at the Playa del Onda estate cleaning for his father. Same old thing, different day.

Still, the fact that Will had brought her a sewing kit, a really nice, really expensive sewing kit, had her smiling. She didn’t want to smile at his gestures. She wanted to be grouchy and hate them. The flowers had been easy to cast aside, but something as personal as the sewing kit was much harder to ignore.

Will had no idea about her love of sewing, he’d merely gotten the present because of the shirt she’d ripped the other day. Even though he had no clue of her true passion, he thought outside the proverbial box and took the time to find something to catch her attention...as if he hadn’t been on her radar already.

Catalina shoved a curtain rod through the grommets and slid it back into place on the hook. She’d long put off laundering the curtains in the glass-enclosed patio room. She’d been too distracted since that initial kiss nearly a month ago.

Why, after four years, why did Will have to reawaken those feelings? Why did he have to be so bold, so powerful, making her face those desires that had never fully disappeared?

The cell in her pocket vibrated. Pulling the phone out, she glanced down to see Patrick’s name on the screen. She wasn’t afraid of her boss, but she never liked getting a call from him. Either she’d done something wrong or he was about to unload a project on her. He’d been so much more demanding than James had. Granted James had traveled all over the world for football and had rarely been home, but even when he was, he treated Catalina with respect.

Patrick acted as if the dirt on his shoe had a higher position in the social order than she did.

But she needed every dime she could save so that she could leave once she’d finished all her designs. She made a good income for a maid, but she had no idea how much she’d need to start over in a new country and get by until she got her big break.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Come to my office.”

She stared at the phone as he hung up. So demanding, so controlling...much like his son.

Catalina made her way through the house and down the wide hall toward Patrick’s office. Was Will here today? She didn’t want to pry or ask, but she had a feeling Patrick was handing over the reins to the twin he’d groomed for the position.

The office door stood slightly ajar, so Catalina tapped her knuckles against the thick wood before entering.

“Sir,” she said, coming to stand in front of Patrick’s wide mahogany desk.

The floral arrangement she’d brought a few days ago still sat on the edge. Catalina had to suppress her grin at the fact that the gift a billionaire purchased for a maid now sat on said billionaire’s father’s desk.

When Patrick glanced up at her, she swallowed. Why did he always make her feel as if she was in the principal’s office? She’d done nothing wrong and had no reason to worry.

Oh, wait. She’d made out with his son in the laundry room and there had been a witness outside the door. There was that minor hiccup in her performance.