Back In The Brazilian's Bed. Susan Stephens

there was no client more important than he was, and the air was electric between them. Two wills colliding and neither one of them prepared to back down. But Dante had the better of her today because he knew she wouldn’t let her brother down.

      ‘This trip?’ she prompted. ‘What did you have in mind?’

      ‘Let’s get out of here and then I’ll tell you.’ Dante held the door for her, and as she walked through he murmured, ‘One thing you will discover about me, chica, is that I never do anything without a very good reason.’

      She stopped dead right in front of him. ‘Let’s get one thing clear from the start. I am not your chica.’

      Instead of taking offence, Dante stepped up close. He stood so close, looking down at her, that she could see the tiger gold in his eyes. She held his blazing gaze steadily, though her stomach was coiled in a knot.

      ‘What are you frightened of, Karina?’ he murmured in a voice she knew so well.

      A quiver of awareness rippled across her shoulders even as she stood up to him. ‘Not you, that’s for sure. Shall we go?’ she said.

      ‘You’re very confident that I won’t take my business elsewhere,’ he said as they walked along the corridor side by side. ‘Why is that, Karina?’

      ‘You’re not a fool?’ she said.

      Dante’s husky laugh ran a full-blown shiver of arousal down her spine. His laugh was so familiar, too familiar. Dante had always possessed an animal energy that attracted her, however hard she tried to fight it off. And he had always understood her as no one else could. He probably knew that right now every part of her was on full alert just being close to him. After that night she had wondered if she would ever be capable of feeling anything for anyone again. She had also wondered if the connection between them would fade across the years. She knew now that neither one of those suspicious was true. If anything, she was more aware of him.

      She had to forget the past if she was going to do business with Dante. She would have to forget everything, just as he must accept that everything in her life had changed.

      ‘You never married?’ he queried out of the blue as they stepped into the empty elevator.

      She looked at him, shocked that he could ask such a personal question, then remembered that Dante had always been known for speaking his mind.

      ‘Neither did you,’ she countered. Fixing her stare on the illuminated floor numbers as they flashed on and off, she tried not to respond when he shrugged and smiled faintly.

      ‘I’ve been too busy, Karina. What’s your excuse?’

      ‘Do I need one?’

      She spoke mildly, but there was the faintest of threats in her voice. Leave it, Dante, came over loud and clear. He loved it when Karina came back to life. He loved to see fire flashing in her eyes as it once had. Every woman seemed pallid to him by comparison with Karina—until he had walked into her brother’s office this morning and wondered if there was any of her old spirit left. There was, and there was more for him to tease out, he suspected, though she stood as far away from him as possible in the elevator. When the door slid open and she walked out ahead of him, she didn’t speak a word as they headed for his limousine. Perhaps she didn’t trust herself to speak.

      His driver opened the door for them, and she got in. She remained silent at his side, allowing him plenty of time to weigh up the shadows in her eyes.

      ‘You haven’t told me where we’re going yet,’ she reminded him, conscious of his scrutiny.

      ‘You always used to like surprises, Karina.’

      ‘And now I don’t have time for them.’ She crossed her legs and sat up primly to make her point. ‘I have a working life to consider,’ she added, when he continued to stare at her.

      ‘Then stop worrying, because the place I’m taking you is directly connected to the business between us.

      ‘Relax,’ he advised.

      ‘I’m perfectly relaxed,’ she snapped, staring straight ahead.

      * * *

      Dante’s driver drove carefully through the crowded streets. It was carnival. How could she have forgotten? The city was packed with musicians and performers, and crowds from all over the world. At one time this had been her favourite event of the year.

      ‘You used to love carnival,’ Dante commented, as if he had picked up on her thoughts. ‘Has that changed now?’

      ‘It hasn’t changed.’ She felt a charge as she turned to look at him. His hands, his lips, his face, his body all so familiar, were within a few scant inches of her, and her mouth dried as she turned to look out of the window at the exuberant crowd. Carnival was all about rhythm and music, abandonment and lust, and here she was, old before her time, dressed in a sober business suit, feeling like a dried-up leaf.

      ‘I’m not dressed for this,’ she murmured, unconsciously voicing her inner concerns.

      ‘I don’t know what you’re worried about,’ Dante argued as his driver parked. ‘Who cares what you’re wearing? It’s the spirit of carnival that counts.’

      That was what worried her. She’d used to have plenty of spirit, but life changed you.

      ‘I can’t—these heels...’

      Dante glanced at her feet and laughed. ‘That’s the worst excuse I ever heard.’

      She shook her head in disagreement. ‘We can’t afford to waste time here when we could be discussing plans for the polo cup.’

      ‘That’s precisely why we’re here,’ he argued, reaching for the door handle. ‘The event will be a huge success—if you can relax enough to organise it.’

      ‘I can relax,’ she insisted, pressing back against the seat. ‘I just don’t have a lot of time. I thought you understood that.’

      ‘I understand that you’re making excuses,’ he said, opening the door and getting out.

      What the hell was wrong with Karina? What had happened to her sense of humour—her sense of fun? At one time it wouldn’t have been she leading him astray and distracting him from his work. In the past it hadn’t been possible to keep Karina away from carnival, but now it seemed she hadn’t even registered the fact that that it was carnival week in Rio. She’d be no use in this sombre mood to the event he wanted to create. He had expected the Karina he’d once known, would come up with something fabulous, something that would appeal to all ages. ‘Shall we?’ he invited, helping her out of the car—or rather drawing her out, as she seemed so reluctant. He was beginning to wonder if he’d made a huge mistake to allow Luc to talk him into this.

      ‘Lead the way,’ she said, with the same lack of enthusiasm, as if he hadn’t touched her at all.

      He intended to lead. He intended to elicit a reaction from her. When they had all been kids together the annual carnival had been the highlight of their year, and that was exactly what he wanted to re-create on his ranch for the Gaucho Cup.

      ‘All work and no play will destroy your creative juices,’ he warned, as she stared around.

      ‘If you say so.’

      Her small smile was better than nothing at all, he supposed.

      ‘We need to get a move on, Karina,’ he prompted. ‘The procession will start any time now.’

      ‘Okay.’

      Wobbling on the cobbles in her high-heeled shoes, she did look out of place—as she so obviously felt. His stone heart responded just a little. Even back when Karina had been a tomboy, tormenting the life out of him, he’d cared about her in his offhand teenage way. He still cared about her, and felt compelled to get to the bottom of the changes in someone who had used to shed light, but who now cast only shadows.