The Twelve-Month Marriage Deal. Margaret Mayo

not a thing she could do but await her fate, while at the same time she ordered herself not to respond, not to let him see by the simplest of movements that pressure was building up inside her, threatening to spill over the second his mouth claimed hers.

      Was it disappointment she felt when he didn’t kiss her straight away? When Vidal cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her expectant lips instead, his touch so gentle it was like the brush of a butterfly’s wing, and yet at the same time as deadly as snake’s venom?

      Elena couldn’t keep her promise to herself. Her resolve flew out of the window, her lips parting freely, the tip of her tongue coming out to moisten her lips and encourage Vidal’s touch, her head rocking back on her shoulders. It was wrong, all wrong, but somehow she couldn’t help it.

      Taking his cue from her, Vidal slowly lowered his head until his lips claimed hers. It was a defining moment and Elena now knew without a shadow of doubt that there was no way on this earth that she could live with him and not let him make love to her. For a reason she did not even try to fathom there had been an instant connection, one that she could not deny or refuse.

      If she had to marry this man then why not make the most of it? It would be hell on earth if she didn’t. He was the sort of man no woman could resist.

      Her fate was sealed.

      ‘I will, however, be prepared to wait until you are ready.’

      Her eyes widened. As far as she was concerned it was an empty promise. Hadn’t he just seen how easily she responded to him? No way would Vidal wait. He was a hot-blooded male who needed a woman.

      ‘And—I’ll tie you to the marriage for one year only. At the end of it you’ll be free to walk away and carry on with your life as though it has never happened.’

      Her eyebrows rose. ‘How very noble of you.’ And how easy he made it sound. One year wasn’t very long. On the other hand she couldn’t bear to think that she would be losing her freedom for twelve whole months. It sounded like for ever. In the normal run of things it would fly by, but married to Vidal, no matter that she found him gut-wrenchingly attractive, it would feel like a life sentence.

      She was in an unenviable situation and wasn’t sure that she could cope. It wasn’t simply the fear of their impending marriage. There were other issues. Had anyone given any thought to her business? Who was going to look after that in her absence? Why would everyone think she could give it up just like that?

      Except that she had a very capable assistant. Kate could run the business single-handed. She was making excuses here. There was no solid reason why she couldn’t marry Vidal.

      Elena flew back to LA the next day, shocking Kate with the news that she was going to get married.

      ‘Can you look after the business for a while?’ she asked, not daring to tell her assistant yet that it would be for a whole year.

      ‘Can I?’ Kate’s face was radiant. ‘Take as much time off as you like. You know everything will be in safe hands. Oh, I’m going to love this. You’re sure you trust me?’

      ‘Completely.’

      ‘Was it love at first sight? Oh, my God, it’s so romantic. Did you ever envisage planning your own wedding?’

      Elena shook her head. ‘I was never going to get married. Believe me, it’s as much a shock to me as it is to you.’

      The shock lasted until she returned to Spain and Vidal turned up at the house saying he had come to take her out to dinner. Her heart went into overdrive. Her mother, out of hospital by this time, was flustered, her father grateful, but Elena couldn’t even look at him. This was the man she was going to marry, this was the man she was going to live and sleep with for the next year. Was it any wonder her heart felt as though it were trying to escape from her ribcage?

      Vidal himself showed no sign of hysteria. In fact, his composure was admirable. ‘You’ll excuse me if I take Elena away from you,’ he said to her parents. ‘We have a wedding to plan.’

      Elena hated the nonchalant way he said it. A wedding to plan. He made it sound as ordinary as if he had said they were going out to dinner. Except that her mother’s eyes shone. ‘Of course, Vidal. Of course. And thank you. Thank you very much.’

      Once in his limousine, sharing the back seat, there was no escape.

      ‘Look at me, Elena.’

      Up until that point she had rigidly refused to meet his eyes. It was enough feeling his presence, feeling a sense of shock that the attraction she’d tried to tell herself she had imagined was still there, still very real. She had thought about him constantly all the time she’d been in LA. The image of the strong lines of his face, those dangerously attractive eyes, would not go away. They had penetrated her dreams as well as her daytime thoughts.

      Reluctantly she turned her head and instantly wished that she hadn’t when she met the silver intensity of his gaze. And once their eyes met she couldn’t look away. There was something in their depths that electrified her soul. He did not even have to speak to make her feel like this. Simply looking at him, feeling the magnetic power in those amazing eyes, stealing a glance at his beautifully moulded mouth, wondering what it would be like to feel those lips against hers in a deeply passionate kiss—not the sort he had given her earlier—was enough to warn her that she needed to be careful.

      Very careful.

      These were dangerous feelings. This marriage wasn’t going to be for real. She mustn’t let herself get carried away and lose all sense of direction. It was for one year. Twelve months. Three hundred and sixty five days. That was all.

      If she wasn’t sitting right next to him and her mind was working properly she could have divided it into hours and minutes, seconds even. And afterwards it would end. She and Vidal would go their different ways. The job would be done.

      The job! How had she got herself into this? How was she going to go through with it?

      ‘What are you thinking?’

      ‘That I must be crazy,’ she answered without thinking.

      ‘If you’re crazy then I’ve never seen a more beautiful crazy woman.’ During the few days that he’d been away Vidal hadn’t been able to get Elena out of his mind. She had danced before his eyes night and day. The meetings he’d attended had held his attention for a few hours at a time, but once they were over the amazing Elena had been back in his thoughts.

      He couldn’t wait to make her his bride and take her to bed. He actually wanted to make love to her this very minute, but he knew that if he took things too quickly she might very well back out of the whole thing.

      She smelled gorgeous. He didn’t know what the perfume was called, probably Aphrodisiac. If it wasn’t it should be. He hadn’t felt like this since—since when? The truth was he had never felt like this in his whole life.

      Elena had an inner beauty, an untouched air about her, and he desperately wanted to find out what made her tick. It was the biggest wonder in the world that some other guy hadn’t snapped her up. Would she be hot in bed? Experienced? Or a total novice? His groin ached at the very thought. So many questions, so much he needed to discover about her. But where to begin? How to make her feel at ease?

      At this moment she looked as though she wanted to be anywhere but here. Her incredible eyes were shaded by long silky lashes, her full and tempting lips pressed tightly together. He was not used to women backing away from him.

      ‘Are you scared of me, Elena?’ It wasn’t what he’d wanted to say, but the words had slipped out before he could stop them.

      With a toss of her head her thick black fringe fell over one eye, making her look coquettish, though he knew that that was the last thing she would want. Coquettishness was not Elena’s style.

      ‘Is that what you think? Actually, I was wondering why we need to talk. Our families can arrange the wedding. There’s nothing that you and I need to do. Just turn up,’