“Ahora?”
“Si, now. Gracias.” I end the call because I don’t want questions.
As soon as that’s done, I send a message to my sister. Dile a Mikhail que no voy a devolver a su hermana. Ella es mia para siempre.
With my phone in hand, I go back to the room and see her asleep. I need answers. I want to know why she’s here, but there’s one answer I have. She’s never leaving. She’s mine forever. I stare at her as if she’s a luxury car that I must examine all the lines with their curves of perfection. Natasha is a wonderfully beautiful woman. Ay Dios mio, she is not even indeed a woman yet. Nine years my junior is bad. I am most definitely going to hell for this. I sit down on the bed, brushing my hand across her cheek. She’s a little warm. Damn, I don’t know how to take care of her, but I’m going to do my best to figure it out. A moan escapes her lips, and I ache to taste them, wondering if that will soothe both our aches. The extraordinary way she captivates me seems to be unintentional, but it doesn’t make a difference because my mind is made up about her.
A knock at the door takes me away from the room and my newfound reason for existing. I don’t understand what is going on other than I want to keep it going. I open the door, letting the doctor in, then I see my assistant waiting in the wings. Her eyes are wide with curiosity, but I’m not filling her in on my private life. For the first time, I actually have one, and for the next twenty-four hours, I want to keep it that way. “Carina, I’m sorry. I’m dealing with some issues, please cancel the rest of my day. I’ll be back to work on Wednesday.” I close the door without welcoming her in.
“Que Paso, Senor Navarro?”
“Vente,” I answer, explaining what’s wrong with Natasha on our way to the bedroom.
“Bueno. You don’t need me. Rest, some meds, and a little darkness will be the best remedy, and once the major pain subsides, she must eat. It will stop from a hunger migraine taking the light’s place.” He goes in his bag and hands me a bottle of Ibuprofen.
“Bueno, gracias,” I thank him, walking him back to the door. “Te vayas bien.”
Once he’s gone, I call down to have food made for us. She’s going to need something to eat. I go back into the room and kick off my shoes and undo my tie. I grab my phone and check my emails to get some work done. I want to spend my free time getting to know her better—in every sense of the word. As much as I’m lusting over her, it’s more than that. I can feel my heart wanting to burst from my chest.
She moans and turns, waking up and looking up at me. “Oh goodness, I thought I was dreaming.” Damn, if this is a dream, it’s one I don’t want to wake up from.
“How are you feeling, muñeca?” I ask, pressing the back of my palm to her forehead.
“I’m okay. My name is Natasha, though,” she says, looking at me with sleepy eyes.
“I know. Are you hungry?”
“I am. My head isn’t pounding so bad right now,” she answers softly. Damn, I want to taste those pink lips and see if she moans just as softly.
Gathering my control, I inform her about the doctor’s visit. “The doctor told me that it’s the best time for you to eat.”
“You called a doctor?” She seems surprised by that. I guess she should because I’ve been the enemy from the moment she stepped on my island.
“Yes, of course I did. We have one in the hotel in case of emergencies.” I stretch out my hand for her to take. She reaches for it hesitantly as she sits up on the bed. “If you’re not feeling well, I could always bring the food in here.”
“No, that’s okay. I’m fine. Why are you being so nice to me? You said I was a thief.”
“Maybe, I believe you,” I say. I do believe her. She’s the pawn in someone else’s game.
“Well, that’s a relief. The nicer you is much better.”
I smile like a jackass, but it makes her blush the prettiest pink. I’ll do whatever I can to get her to give me another.
Chapter 5
Natasha
We move into the dining area of the suite where he refuses to let me lift a finger. He got us large steaks with roasted potatoes and steamed veggies. My stomach rumbles stronger than I expect; I hope he didn’t hear it. “So what do you do in Miami?”
“Nothing really. I’m on summer vacation from college, but I might as well have not gone at all,” I sigh, taking another bite of my steak. I hate school. I’m not sure why because I’ve always done well.