by Claire Adams
"Is that what you want to be able to do?"
"That would be great," Corsica said.
"So, you're really just interested in the things that money can buy, like houses?"
She brushed her honeyed hair back and turned to look at me. "I grew up in a tiny, one-story box that people told me was a two-bedroom house. My window opened on the garage. The only thing my mother could see from her bed was the clothesline."
There was a flash of pain there that I hadn't expected. "Sorry, I just felt a little used."
"What?" Corsica's horrified shock was real.
I held up both hands to calm her. "I've been pursued before, not for my stunning good looks, but for my connection to Xavier Templeton," I explained.
Corsica relaxed against the leather car seat. "I do like the way he plays the piano," she said.
I laughed, relieved. "Most women see the fact that he is a multi-billionaire and then decide I'm attractive."
Her smile was sympathetic for a brief moment, then it curled into grin. "Yeah, I still haven't decided if you're attractive or not. Though, I like the trimmed beard."
I fingered the new, shorter shape of my beard. All I could think about was rubbing it against her bare, pearly skin. "So, it's my beard you're after, not just my connection to the very, very rich?"
Corsica laughed and swatted at my shoulder. "Sorry, but your mother is actually more of a draw."
"After she tortured you around the campfire?"
"It's been a while since I had a mother challenging my every thought. Alice is inspiring."
My heart knocked against my rib cage. "Why don't we stop here and get some fresh air? There's a great hidden beach just down there."
Corsica looked at the steep path as the driver swept into the next pull-out and parked. "Thank God I'm dressed for horseback riding and not brunch," she joked.
Despite her more sensible shoes, Corsica still slipped and shuffled on the rough dirt trail. On the last drop down to the beach, she let out a shriek and stumbled right into my arms. I caught her and wondered if birthday wishes really came true.
"Sorry," she giggled, her breasts pressed to my chest. "I didn't mean to scream and cause a scene."
"What scene? Hidden beaches are good for privacy."
She pushed back my nibbling kisses and pointed. "I think those people might know you," Corsica said.
I groaned and picked her up to swing her around while I swore at the intruders. Then, I realized the group walking down the beach really were people I knew. I lowered Corsica's feet to the ground and swallowed hard.
"Penn! Where did you disappear to? You missed our rock climbing gig," Phillip Tanner was the first to call out. "Are you wearing khakis?"
"We were horseback riding," I mumbled.
Phillip was shorter than me, but a stocky, solid mass of muscle. He knocked me aside and took Corsica's hand. "You got him on a horse? I'm impressed."
"Happy birthday, Penn, darling." As Phillip pulled Corsica aside, Alicia Watford entangled me in a hug.
The rail-thin heiress gave Corsica a flash of dislike then made a big show of kissing my cheek. I turned from her attention and shook hands with Bill and Tamara. I had grown up with all four of them in San Francisco; the only difference was they still ran in the upper circles of society, while I preferred to hang out on the beach. If Phillip didn't share my passion for outdoor sports, I would never get over his preference for tailored shirts and expensive shoes.
Corsica smiled shyly, and I watched her perspective eyes take in the expensive clothes and jewelry of my friends. I was torn between wanting them to like her as much as I did and wanting to keep up the lie I had told Corsica. It still felt monumentally important that she be attracted and interested in me without knowing anything about my newly made fortunes.
"Sorry, this is Corsica," I stumbled over her last name.
"Corsica Allen. Nice to meet you," she jumped right in.
Alicia swept a critical eye over her. "Tourist?"
"I just finished my bachelor's degree in Santa Cruz," Corsica said. She shifted to stand at her full height, one inch over Alicia.
"Bachelor's degree, huh?" Phillip asked with a twinkle in his eye. "Looks like you might have this bachelor's number, and I hear that's harder than any college course."
"Very funny," I muttered. "What are you four doing wandering around down here?"
"I was scoping out a new descent I thought we might try," Phillip said. "Bill and Tamara were having a picnic, and I think Alicia just came along in the hopes that you'd show up."
"Come join our picnic," Tamara said. She led the way along the beach.
I waved Corsica ahead and grabbed Phillip's thick arm. "She doesn't know," I hissed.
"Doesn't know-"
"Shh! Corsica doesn't know about GoGreen or me," I explained.
Phillip gaped. "How is that possible?"
I filled him in as quickly as I could on my initial plan of using a human shield against my father. My friend could easily see the wisdom in that, seeing as his mother had been campaigning for years to marry him off. I had acted as a distraction for Phillip and entertained his mother on numerous occasions.
Up ahead of us, Corsica made Tamara laugh. Bill turned around and gave me a grinning thumbs up. They liked her. Alicia twisted her diamond earrings and frowned, but everyone else was warming up to Corsica.
"Sorry to hear about your mother, man," Phillip said. "I could have jumped in for you. Your father loves me and my stock portfolio."
"I know, I know. The whole thing's crazy. It's just that Corsica was there, and I didn't want her to leave."
Phillip stopped walking. "Whoa. Say that again, please."
I stepped back, grabbed his arm and hauled him along. "Don't turn into your mother and start seeing little cupid hearts everywhere. It's just, well, look at her."
"Oh, I know, I get it. She is hotter than hot, but she's also exactly the type of girl you swore off. No more perfect girls. Corsica's a total knockout, but I'm much more interested in you right now."
I ignored Phillip's probing stare and strode up to catch Corsica's elbow. "Actually, you'll have to excuse us. We have a dinner date and there's not much time for us to go and change."
"We have plenty of food," Tamara offered.
"No, thanks. Good to see you all. We'll catch up soon." I tucked Corsica's arm in mine and tugged her down the beach as she waved goodbye.
"Are you sure you didn't want to stay?" Corsica kept up with my long strides. "I wouldn't think your friends would rat you out to your father. Except maybe Alicia. Did you two ever have a thing?"
"Alicia? No. Not at all. She's this big-time heiress, tons of money," I stopped myself from nervous babbling. "I just thought it'd be nice to have a quiet glass of wine and enjoy the view from my, I mean, Xavier's house before we go out to dinner."
"Sure thing, birthday boy," she said with a wink.
I watched Corsica walk up the front steps of my home and knew I did not want to go out to dinner. It was all I could do to tear my gaze away from her long legs as her hips swayed.
"I'm going to go freshen up and change," she said. "It was really fun meeting your friends on that beach, but my hair is a mess. Meet back here in ten?"
I nodded. If any other woman had quoted me ten minutes, I would have laughed, but Corsica's easy beauty made it believable. Despite every strange situation I had thrown her in, she still looked perfect.
Except that few seconds after a kiss. Her eyes were hazy then, like the sky on a hot, humid day. And, I loved the look of her tousled hair. I almost called that out, but stopped myself just in time.
Did I have no shame? I was acting like a teenage boy around here and it was ridiculous. Growing up, I had had dozens of women in a wide range of ages throwing themselves at me for just a glimpse of my fortune. Then, I denounced all of that and found women attracted to my “bad boy” image. Now that I had both my image and my own fortune, I figured I should be irresistible.
I thought of Corsica in a hotel, stretched over crisp, white sheets, the traffic flow of some foreign city muffling our pleasures even with the windows wide open.
I didn't even glance towards my bedroom. I wasn't changing clothes and we weren't going anywhere. Instead, I spun on my heel and dug through every decorative cabinet until I found a variety of candles and a book of matches. I just had time to put music on and lean down to the light the fire when Corsica bounced back into the living room.
"I'm back to my little black dress, but, then again, I haven't seen you out of those khakis since we got to Monterey," she said.
"I'm fine taking them off if that's what you want." I grinned.
Corsica stopped. "This doesn't look like we're going to dinner."
I shook my head. "Nope. The birthday boy opted for some quiet time at home with his girlfriend."
She glanced over her shoulder. "But we're alone. You can stop pretending."
"I'm stopping pretending right now," I said. "Corsica, I want you. Ever since you bumped into me on the stairs in that dance club-"
"Oh, no, no, no," Corsica laughed. "You bumped into me, and this is far from our deal, Penn."
"Then, let's toss out the deal. It's over. Can we just have an evening, you and I? That's what I really want for my birthday."
Her eyes flared wide as I approached to take her hand. She resisted, but finally joined me in front of the warm fire. The wind had picked up outside and the waves crashed chilling sprays into the air. The droplets misted over the windows like rain.
"Don't you want to go out for dinner? Your boss was nice enough to make us that reservation," Corsica's eyes darted back and forth. "Or we could go meet up with your friends and celebrate."
I took her other hand. "Is it so hard to believe that all I want is to spend some time alone with you? We haven't had an unbroken minute together almost since I met you."
Corsica bit her lip. "Really? Why?"
I tugged her closer and lowered my lips to hers. "Because of this."
The kiss was electric, and I felt the current of it shake Corsica to the soles of her spindly high heels. The shocking need for her short-circuited my brain and my arms wrapped around her waist. We stumbled, and I turned so that when we tripped towards the couch, I broke her fall.
"You did that on purpose," she said with a smile. "Careful or you'll mess up my hair."
"That's exactly what I intend to do," I murmured and tangled my hands in those soft, honey-colored waves.
This time, Corsica did not resist. She lowered her smile to mine, and I felt the electricity bolt through both of us again.
I wondered if she still thought of me as a “bad boy.” I certainly liked disrupting her good-girl image. With that thought in mind, I slipped one thin strap off her shoulder.
Corsica pushed back again. "Penn," she muttered.
"Can't I have my birthday wish?" I asked, peppering her hesitant mouth with kisses. "I can't get you out of my mind. I need you."
She frowned and pushed up to sitting. Corsica smoothed down her hair, but I caught her hand before she could tug her dress strap back into place.
"We can go in my bedroom if you're worried about someone seeing us here," I said.
Corsica blinked and shook her head. Her frown deepened. "Penn, what is that?"
I twisted to see what she was studying and my stomach clenched. Behind me on the end table was a framed photograph of me with both my parents. I was young, maybe fourteen, and without my beard and tattoos, I looked exactly like my father. Xavier stood behind me, one hand on my shoulder, his other arm tight around Alice's waist.
"I can explain," I said, sitting up.
"No," Corsica gave a humorless laugh. "I probably should have seen it earlier, but I was, I don't know, waiting to get to know you better. I really wanted an evening with just you, too."
"Then, let's do that."
She held up both hands. "So, the only reason you don't have any money is because you won't forgive your father?"
I gaped as Corsica stood up. "What?"
She tossed her hair. "It makes sense. I mean, it matches this whole image you've got going. You're the penniless black sheep. You had some big fight with Xavier and he wants to make amends, but you won't let him."
"It's not so easy to forgive him," I grumbled.
"So what if it's not easy? What if it's the right thing to do?" Corsica put her hands on her hips and then threw them in the air. "Stubborn is not an attractive quality. Happy birthday, Penn. I hope you grow up."
I stood, but could not stop her. The words couldn't get past the lump in my throat. She finally saw exactly the image I wanted to project and it left me feeling hollow. What I really wished for was that Corsica would know all of me.
CHAPTER NINE
Corsica - 9
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Why would it be about the money?" I hissed into my phone. "I never thought he had any in the first place."
"Oh, please," Ginny snorted. "You were on board as soon as you saw him head up those VIP stairs in the dance club. You're a sucker for someone well-connected, and the most well-connected usually have money."
"That wasn't why I went home with him," I snapped. I was shut in my guest room, but went into the bathroom and closed the door just in case.
"Oooh, now we're getting to the good stuff," Ginny said. "So, why did you go home with him in the first place?"
"I-I was mad at Joshua. And you."
"Me?"
"Yes. You were making fun of me for not knowing how to celebrate. You didn't think I could cut loose."
Ginny interrupted, "So you snagged the first hot guy you saw that looked nothing like Joshua and you let him take you home."
"No," I ground my teeth in frustration. "It was more than that. I mean, Joshua was trying to make me leave and he grabbed my arm. Penn stepped in like a white knight. He was going to give me a ride wherever I wanted to go."
"You know it's okay to admit you're attracted to him, right?"
"I am not," I snapped. "He's not my type at all."
"You mean, he doesn't fit the type you decided was the most appropriate. I've seen you two together. He gets your juices flowing and that's a good thing!" Ginny sighed into the phone.
"Well, he lied," I said flatly. "And, that means I'm coming back to Santa Cruz."
"No," Ginny wailed. "You can't! How is that going to look? You find out that he was the sole heir to a ridiculous huge fortune and that he threw it all away due to his own stubbornness, and that's the reason you leave?"
"It's not about the money," I said loud enough to make the bathroom tiles echo. "It's because he lied."
"And you've been the fountain of truth," Ginny snorted.
"There's no fountain of truth," I started to explain, but she cut me off.
"Exactly. You haven't told him anything about your past because you wish it wasn't part of your life. Don't you think that's exactly why he didn't tell you the truth about Xavier Templeton being his father?"
I groaned in frustration. "But that's not it at all. I'm going out there right now to tell him why I'm leaving. You can't just go around lying to people about who you are."
Ginny tried to talk me down off my righteous high ground, but I was too flustered to listen. I had laid awake all night thinking about Penn. My brain swung between empathy and embarrassment, while my traitorous body hummed with desire for him.
Did he think we were a good match because I had nothing? I was going to show him.
I marched down the hallway and found him leaning against the kitchen island, sipping a mug of coffee. The early morning light was dim, and he'd left all the lights off except one small lamp. The soft shadows gave his bare c
hest even more definition and all my anger turned to smoldering desire.
"I'm glad you're still here," Penn said.
"For now," I snapped. "I can't believe you lied to me!"
He stood up and poured me a mug of coffee. "You believed whatever you wanted to because you really just wanted to stay in that apartment overlooking the San Francisco Bay. Then you caught the chance to helicopter down to Monterey with Xavier Templeton, and I was just your excuse."
"That's not why I came and you know it!" I cried. "Oh my God, you made your father lie to me, too. And your mother! That's how badly you didn't want me to know. Why? You want to keep your black sheep image while weaseling your way back into the will?"
"Just like you're only here to rub elbows with the insanely rich." He slapped the coffee mug down on the counter and it sloshed over.
I circled through the kitchen and grabbed a rag. "Here, sire, I'm not sure you know how to clean up your own messes."
He snatched the rag from my hand and caught my wrist. "Why did you come to Monterey?"
I was caught by the bright embers in his eyes. My chest heaved, but I forced my words to come out even. "You asked me to. Begged me. You didn't want to be alone with your own father, remember? And, you had just found out your mother has cancer."
Penn fingers loosened around my wrist. "When are you going to tell me about that?" he asked softly. "There's something there. Why are you hiding it?"
I wrenched my wrist free. "I'm sorry, we're busy talking about your lies."
"Whoa, so you admit it; you're lying about something, too."
"I'm not lying," I snapped. "You just don't know me."
Penn leaned in. "Exactly. I wasn't lying, either. You just don't know me. So, what are we going to do about that?"
The fight went out of me. "Wait, what?"
"I wasn't lying last night when I said I wanted time alone with you. I want to get to know you better, Corsica," Penn said.
I swayed and found myself leaning against the counter next to him. He reached out and squeezed my fingertips. When I let out a shaky breath and nodded, Penn lifted my fingers to his mouth. I watched his lips graze my knuckles and couldn't think of a thing to say.