Seduced by the Heir - Pamela Yaye Mills & Boon Kimani

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tall, he masked his unease with a smile and slid his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. Damn, Paris made him feel nineteen again—like that quiet, socially awkward teenager who used to carry her books and walk her to class. But I’m not a kid anymore, he told himself, in an effort to bolster his confidence. I’m an accomplished businessman who out earns the president, so why the hell am I acting like a flustered, jittery fool?

      “There you are. We’ve been looking all over for you.”

      Rafael turned, saw his brothers and shot them a puzzled look.

      “Ms., do you mind if I steal my brother away for a few minutes?” Nicco asked.

      “No, not at all. He’s all yours.” Paris placed her empty glass on the bar and tucked her purse under her arm. “It was great seeing you again, Rafael. Take care.”

      As she turned away, Rafael caught sight of the massive diamond ring on her left hand. Knowing that she belonged to another man should have tempered his desire, but it didn’t. Paris was a stunner, hands down the most beautiful woman in the vicinity, and he hated to see her go.

      “Damn, bro, are you okay?”

      “Yeah, Demetri, I’m fine, but I wished you hadn’t interrupted us.”

      Nicco wiped imaginary sweat off his forehead. “Thank God we did. You were drowning fast, bro. Five more minutes and you probably would have fainted at her feet!”

      His brothers chuckled, but Rafael didn’t appreciate their laughter at his expense. He wanted them to disappear, so he could track Paris down. She was married, and likely had children, but he’d rather spend time with her than with his wisecracking brothers. “All right, I admit it, seeing Paris again threw me off my game, but—”

      “That was Paris St. Clair? The girl you were obsessed with in college?”

      Rafael scowled. “Demetri, you’re exaggerating. I wasn’t obsessed with her.”

      “Yes, you were,” Nicco argued, his tone matter-of-fact. “You wrote her love letters every day, and you slept with her picture under your pillow!”

      “That was then, and this is now.”

      Demetri wore a skeptical look. “Are you sure? Because you were crushing on her pretty hard a few minutes ago.”

      “No, I wasn’t. I was just making conversation.”

      Nicco chuckled long and hard. “You weren’t. You were drooling like a Doberman with a raw steak bone!”

       Chapter 2

      “Why didn’t you tell me you invited Rafael Morretti to your wedding?” Paris burst into the master bedroom on the second floor of the twelve-room villa and cornered her best friend, Cassandra Knight, inside the enormous walk-in closet. “I almost fainted when I saw him!”

      “What’s the matter? Why are you so upset?”

      Stumped, Paris closed her mouth. What am I supposed to say? Seeing Rafael left me rattled. I’m still attracted to him. He’s even more handsome at thirty-six than he was at nineteen.... Since she couldn’t find the right words to express her feelings, she said nothing.

      “You two should get along great. He’s half Italian, and you love pasta, and Godfather movies. Sounds like a match made in heaven to me!”

      “Knock it off,” Paris snapped, annoyed by her friend’s teasing. “This is serious.”

      Cassandra’s face softened and she wore a sympathetic smile. “I know what this is about. You propositioned him and he shot you down, didn’t he? I told you girl, less is more—”

      “Rafael did not shoot me down.”

      Cassandra belted her robe and returned to the master bedroom. “Then why are you ranting and raving about a guy you just met?”

      I know him better than you think, Paris thought, ambling over to the window. Pulling back the bronze drapes, she searched the grounds of the villa for her first love. Reuniting with her old college sweetheart had stirred powerful feelings inside her, but even more shocking was the impulse she felt to jump his bones. Maybe celibacy isn’t such a good idea. I’m so horny I’m fantasizing about a guy I dumped fifteen years ago!

      “Keep your chin up. You’ll meet a great guy this weekend. I just know it.”

      Paris scoffed and rolled her eyes to the vaulted ceiling. “Girl, please, I have a better chance of being struck by lightning during a snowstorm!”

      “Okay, okay, fine, quit pouting. I’ll get Rafael’s phone number for you.”

      “I’ve known Rafael since I was a teenager,” she blurted out, staring down at her bejeweled hands. The very same hands she’d once used to stroke Rafael’s face, his chest and his... Paris deleted her last thought. To ward off the memories sneaking up on her, she pressed her eyes shut and took a deep, calming breath. “He was my first love.”

      “You hooked up with Rafael Morretti? No way!”

      “We started dating our freshman year of college, and broke up a year later.”

      Cassandra wore a cheeky grin. “That means Rafael is Mr. O!”

      “Don’t call him that.”

      “What?” Her smile was coy, but the expression in her eyes was one of pure mischief. “You said your first love gave you orgasm after orgasm, night after glorious night.”

      “All right, all right,” Paris snapped. “Enough already. I don’t want to talk about my sexual escapades with Rafael Morretti.”

      “Don’t get mad at me. They’re your words, not mine.”

      Needing a distraction—something, anything, to take her mind off her old college sweetheart—Paris surveyed her surroundings. The seventeenth century villa was the perfect blend of Old World Venice and the modern, contemporary age. During the tour of the villa that afternoon, she’d learned it had a wine cellar, a personal theater and a home gym. But the room that impressed Paris the most was the study. Later, when the party died down, she was going to curl up on the couch and unwind with a romance novel.

      “How was I supposed to know Stefano’s childhood friend was your old college sweetheart?” Cassandra plopped down on the antique chair at the vanity table and unzipped her Hermes makeup bag. “I’m a savvy businesswoman, Paris, not a mind reader!”

      Paris laughed, but the uneasy feeling in her stomach remained. To take her mind off Rafael, she joined Cassandra at the vanity table and picked up a curling iron. “You’re right. I’m sorry for blowing up at you, but seeing Rafael again after all these years has me on edge.”

      “Relax, you’re getting yourself all worked up for nothing. Rafael is too much of a gentleman to rehash the past. Besides, he’s leaving for Tuscany tomorrow, so you won’t see him again until the wedding day.”

      “He balked at your ridiculous, five-page itinerary, too, huh? Smart man.”

      “I just want everyone I love to spend quality time together this week.”

      “I hear you, but a week-long wedding celebration is a little over the top, even for me.”

      “Don’t talk to me about over the top. You rented out Spago for your thirtieth birthday, flew in friends from all across the country, and paid thousands of dollars to have Maxwell to perform,” Cassandra said, nailing her with a don’t-mess-with-me look. “Only celebrities do that, and the last time I checked your last name wasn’t Kardashian!”

      The friends laughed.

      “Is, ah, Rafael, staying here, too?” Paris asked, keeping her tone light, casual.

      “Of course.”

      “But

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