One Night In Collection

by Various Authors

  Still doubtful, Briana easily guessed that Pascual was taking the utmost pleasure in her obvious discomfort and embarrassment. She wanted to tell Mike Daniels that acting as escort to his VIP guest on a visit to a casino was definitely not part of the services her company provided. But she sensed her ex-fiancé’s potential to make life very difficult all round for everyone if she refused.

  Her grey eyes beseeching, she gazed back into the compellingly handsome face that still lazily studied her, and disturbingly saw that a small mocking smile was playing around his lips.

  ‘I haven’t brought anything suitable with me to wear to a casino.’

  ‘What you have on is absolutely fine.’ Her tormentor’s smile widened, and his dark eyes lit with mischief as he deliberately swept his gaze up and down her figure, letting it linger in particular on the lush curve of her breasts outlined by the snug black velvet waistcoat.

  His aim was obviously to embarrass and belittle her as much as he could, Briana saw, and she would have had no bones about demonstrating her fury with his behaviour if only they had been alone. As things stood, she couldn’t do that. Not without making a scene and besmirching her hard-won reputation as a professional businesswoman.

  ‘Very well, then. I’ll go and ring the casino and let them know how many of us are coming.’

  CHAPTER THREE

  THE private members club was situated in an elegant Georgian house tucked away down a quiet country lane, and it welcomed them with open arms. Used to his name and his wealth opening doors Pascual hovered conveniently close to Briana’s slim back as they were shown into the private casino that was set aside for VIPs only.

  If he was announcing to all who cared to observe them that he was the one who was her escort for the evening then he did not stop to examine why he should be acting so possessively over a woman who had treated him with such disdain. All Pascual knew was that not only did he need to be close to Briana, but he would take a secret sardonic delight in her discomfort too. She had hurt him badly. He knew it was pure animal instinct, but he wanted to find a way of getting back at her for the deed … of ensuring that she would think twice before ever behaving like that again.

  Asked what his favourite game was by the club manager, he had no hesitation in replying, ‘American Roulette.’ Once seated at a circular mahogany table, with a roulette wheel at the centre, and having given their drinks order to a pretty auburn-haired waitress in a short satin lilac dress, he made sure Briana sat next to him on the padded red-velvet seat. His thigh deliberately pressed up against hers. The distinct quiver that shuddered through her made him smile with satisfaction. The sweetly seductive scent of her light perfume and the warmth of her body elicited a similar response inside Pascual. Dios mio! He could hardly credit why he should still be so violently attracted to her after all this time.

  Something about the combustible mix of chemistry they produced when they were together, obviously.

  Seeing the jealous flare in Steve Nichols’ pale watchful gaze as he surveyed the brunette with Pascual, the Argentinian ironically found himself musing that all was fair in love and war, and deliberately leaned closer to Briana, so that she gazed up at him with those smoky alluring eyes of hers and coloured hotly.

  ‘You choose the numbers for me tonight,’ he instructed softly as the smartly dressed croupier dealt the chips.

  ‘I’m not sure I agree with gambling,’ she breathed. ‘What if you lose everything because of me?’

  As if realising what she had said might also refer to the way their relationship had ended, she let her even white teeth come down hard on her tender lower lip and couldn’t hide her intense discomfort.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she murmured.

  For a moment Pascual forgot they were in company, in a public albeit supposedly discreet venue that was used to visiting VIPs with a need for privacy, and warred with an almost insatiable urge to savagely claim her mouth and passionately kiss her.

  Maybe that could come later? he considered, willing his heartbeat to slow down, unable to tear his heated gaze from hers. A quiet but pervasive excitement took root inside him at the idea.

  ‘Place your bets,’ the dealer invited, and Pascual raised an eyebrow at his female companion. ‘What will it be?’

  Clearly reluctant to participate, but knowing she could hardly refuse, Briana frowned. ‘Red six,’ she replied.

  ‘Why six?’

  ‘It’s always been lucky for me.’

  As the little hard white ball hopped and skipped round the moving wheel, every glance round the table seemed hypnotised by it. The other patrons had bet too. Hardly caring whether he won or lost, Pascual felt his heart nearly miss a beat when the ball landed squarely on red six. He had just won thirty- five times his stake, and his had been the only coloured chip on that number.

  His hosts and the other two couples round the table politely applauded. When the croupier paid him out in the appropriate chips, he turned and put them on the table in front of Briana.

  ‘Play again,’ he urged smoothly, smiling at the shock on her face. ‘Perhaps you have other lucky numbers at your disposal? Whatever you win … you keep.’

  ‘I’d rather not, if you don’t mind.’ Appearing distressed, she pushed to her feet. Her cheeks reddening, she halted a passing cocktail waitress. ‘Can you tell me where the ladies’ cloakroom is, please?’ she asked.

  In faint concern, Pascual also got to his feet. He caught Briana’s elbow as she started to move away. ‘What is the matter? Are you unwell?’

  ‘I shouldn’t have come here!’ she hissed, her silvery eyes shimmering beneath the twinkling lights of the opulent chandelier sparkling above them. ‘I came against my better judgement, and now I wish I hadn’t!’

  ‘Why? Are you so averse to winning money?’

  ‘I’m not winning anything, Pascual! It’s your money that you’re so recklessly throwing away to chance, and I want nothing more to do with it.’

  ‘Such principles you have! What a shame they were not in such evidence when you ran away from me in Buenos Aires five years ago, without even giving me a good reason why you’d suddenly decided I was not good enough to be your husband!’

  ‘I saw you kissing another woman!’ Jealousy and hurt slashed through Briana’s insides like a blade, with no lessening of the pain she had suffered at the time of the incident five years ago.

  Remembering where she was, she quickly glanced behind her and realised that they had an audience. She moved her head in anguish. She hadn’t meant to just come out with it like that, but the memory had been dragging at her heart from the moment she’d set eyes on Pascual again and she could stem the tide of hurt no longer. Pulling her arm free from his hold, she tried to regain control of her briefly lost equilibrium and restore her dignity.

  He considered her with a stunned look. ‘Who?’ he demanded. ‘Who was this woman you saw me kissing?’

  ‘You know very well who!’ Her lip trembling, Briana kept her voice low.

  ‘I imagine you are referring to Claudia at the party that night? A very drunk Claudia, who barely even knew what she was doing!’

  ‘Oh, she knew what she was doing Pascual … And so did you, by the looks of things.’

  ‘Why didn’t you tell me you saw this? Was that the real reason you left? Dios mio!’

  ‘We’d better not have a scene here, in front of everyone. Think how it will look to your hosts—and it might reflect badly on my business too.’

  ‘Yet you clearly did not care how it looked to my family and friends when you heartlessly deserted me just a week before our wedding!’

  Pascual’s heart was pounding again, and he almost did not care whether he made a scene or not. The memory of Briana’s renunciation of both him and their marriage still cut him to the bone. And now to discover that she had witnessed that distasteful incident with Claudia, to learn that that was the reason she had left! Inside he was reeling from the knowledge. Why hadn’t she immediately said something to him? De
manded an explanation and given him the chance to tell her that his ex had been drunk and he had frankly been appalled by her throwing herself at him?

  Mindful that they were not alone, he had no intention of providing entertainment for the night for all and sundry who might be watching. A more personal discussion of events would have to wait. Giving Briana a stiff little bow, he barely disguised his impatience and annoyance.

  ‘Go to the ladies’ cloakroom. When you return I will instruct our driver to take us back to the house. I have suddenly lost my interest in gambling any further tonight!’

  Taking her brush out of her compact leather handbag, Briana made a half-hearted attempt at tidying her hair. The bank of sparkling mirrors in the luxurious ladies’ powder room left her with no place to hide her distress. She should have controlled her emotions better just now in the gaming room! But it had been so hard, when the reality of Pascual had just kept overwhelming her. And then when he had so carelessly and tauntingly put that little pile of coloured chips in front of her, each one reflecting a sum that would easily pay three months’ rent on her house, it had all been too much. Here she was, worrying herself sick over her business and facing potential bankruptcy, and Pascual was acting as if money was nothing to him! But of course with the vast wealth he had at his disposal the value of those coloured chips was even less than a drop in the ocean. If Briana was really honest it was not her financial worries that were causing her the most concern right then. Her little son’s beautiful face was constantly in her mind—a face that was a perfect miniature version of his father’s—and she wondered how on earth she could break the earth-shattering news of his existence to a man who would probably despise her even more than he did already when he heard it. She had kept Adán from him, and Pascual had every right to deride her.

  But she had been utterly devastated when she had seen him with Claudia in his arms that night. Briana’s motives in doing what she had done had only been to try to protect herself and her son from possible future hurt … Not for the first time fear that her decision had been the wrong one clutched deep in her vitals. Claudia had been drunk, he had said. Was he telling her the truth?

  Drawing the flat of her hand across her jittery stomach, she resignedly moved away from the uncomfortably candid bank of mirrors and returned to the gaming room. When she did, true to his word Pascual was waiting for her, his dark elegant suit and disturbingly handsome face easily singling him out from all the other men in the room.

  ‘Are you ready to leave?’ he asked, his sable eyes flicking over her from head to toe.

  ‘What about the others?’ she returned anxiously, glancing back at the roulette table and the three men they had arrived with.

  ‘I will instruct the chauffeur to return for them. Do not fret—we will not leave them stranded!’

  Almost complete silence reigned on the journey back to the house. Both parties were painfully, acutely aware of the shattered past that lay between them, and they barely knew how to raise the topic again—a topic that was akin to negotiating a bed of jagged broken glass in their bare feet.

  Inevitably, the growing tension gathered uncomfortable strength in the small luxurious space that was the passenger seat of the Rolls … like a small but lethal storm about to break. There had already been evidence of thunder and lightning. Thinking back to the scene in the gaming room earlier, when Pascual had let his temper and impatience with her spill over, Briana knew a major confrontation was definitely brewing.

  Protectively, she folded her arms over her middle, the too intimate scent of his aftershave and his disturbing body heat unsettling her even more. Everything about the imposing man beside her seemed to emphatically illustrate the marked differences between them. He was wealthy, beautiful and powerful—and as out of reach as he had always been. Oh, he might have professed to love her but he had always held something back … something that had fuelled Briana’s already damaging belief that she really wasn’t quite good enough for him after all. When she’d seen him kissing his elegant model ex-girlfriend at that tension-filled family party it had inevitably highlighted all her very worst fears that their union wouldn’t last—that she wasn’t just ‘not good enough’ but not enough … period! Now she turned her face away to try and prevent herself from weeping.

  Back inside the house, she prayed hard that the confrontation that was definitely imminent would not be tonight. Briana knew she was only putting off the inevitable, but somehow she was feeling far too vulnerable to get into another painful argument with Pascual now—with both of them aiming accusations at each other like lethal missiles and scoring devastating hits. A good night’s sleep might help strengthen her besieged resources, so she could face him tomorrow instead.

  They were standing at the foot of the impressive Tudor staircase, and she tentatively touched the carved oak handrail, as if to signify her intention to retire. But Pascual’s glance was thoughtfully brooding, and it confirmed to her that she would not be allowed to dismiss him or say goodnight as easily as that.

  ‘When I set out from Buenos Aires I had a feeling that something disturbing was going to happen,’ he remarked, low-voiced.

  As if feeling a chill, Briana rubbed her hands up and down her arms in the thin silk sleeves of her blouse. ‘I don’t want to ruin your trip, Pascual … honestly, I don’t. I know the hurt and resentment you must feel towards me probably still runs deep, but—’

  ‘You are right about that!’ His dark eyes flashed, as though his emotions were simmering fire contained behind a mere thin veil. Any moment now the heated sparks would flare into an inferno and incinerate the veil to nothing.

  ‘Look,’ she went on, praying he would hear her out and agree, ‘tomorrow, after the polo match that’s been lined up for you to go to, there’ll be time to please yourself what you do next. I’ll be here overseeing the arrangements for dinner if you want to come back and talk to me then. I promise I’ll give you as long as you like and I won’t cut our meeting short. Please, Pascual … It’s been a long day and I’m tired tonight.’

  ‘You always did manage to get your own way whenever you looked at me like that.’

  ‘Like what?’

  ‘Like a sad, lost little girl.’ His lips were twisting wryly, but perhaps with a hint of bitterness in them too, Pascual reached out and touched his fingertips to Briana’s soft cheek. ‘You could wrap me round your little finger when we were together, and that is the truth!’

  ‘Is it?’ Hardly daring to breathe, Briana felt the blood thicken and slow in her veins. There was a tight, coiled feeling in her womb.

  ‘More fool you if you did not know it!’ His countenance was unremittingly harsh for a second, but in the next instant it visibly softened and became almost too beguiling for words. Certainly too beguiling for her to resist. ‘I will let you go to bed if you give me a kiss,’ he intoned huskily. ‘For old times’ sake.’

  Briana was not given time to give Pascual an answer, because suddenly his mouth was on hers, his velvet tongue sliding commandingly between her already partially opened soft lips and dancing with hers in hot, erotic foreplay that heated her blood to fire and stole all the strength from her limbs as though her legs had been violently swept away at the knees.

  His hands possessively cupped her hips, impelling them hungrily towards him, and he briefly withdrew his mouth from her lips and suckled the sensitive skin at the side of her neck. When she felt his teeth graze the surface hard enough to sting, Briana gasped out loud. She was drowning in an erotic sea in which she barely had enough strength left with which to swim. If she didn’t stop this intoxicating insanity right now then she had no doubt she would not be spending the night in her room’s stately four-poster bed alone.

  The thought both shocked and terrified her. As far as she was concerned Pascual Dominguez was a force of nature she could never resist—yet how could she contemplate sleeping with him again when he was not even aware that they had a son together? Her sin, if sin it was, would be compounded
way beyond repair.

  ‘You must stop!’ Her breathing ragged, she pushed her hands with as much force as she could muster against a chest that was like the hardest steel wall.

  ‘Why?’ A silky lock of sable hair flopped sexily across his tanned brow and his expression was mockingly defiant. ‘Because you are afraid I will keep you up all night doing all the things I used to do to you that you professed drove you wild, carino mio?’

  Capturing the handrail for much-needed support, Briana couldn’t do one thing about the scarlet flush that she knew seared her face. There wasn’t a single inch on her entire body that wasn’t burning up with heat at the images Pascual’s taunting words so vividly conjured up. When it came to making love, the passion and fire in him had always taken her breath away and made her half crazy with loving him and wanting him, she remembered, aching with sudden renewed longing. But she had to be strong!

  ‘I’m here to work … not to provide night-time entertainment for my clients!’ she told him indignantly.

  ‘I’m glad to hear it. Because I have no doubt given the chance the admiring Mr Nichols would be at the head of the queue, amante!’

  Briana shuddered. ‘Even if that were true, I can assure you I’m not remotely interested in the man.’

  ‘Good.’

  ‘You don’t like him?’

  ‘I have not seen much to make me particularly warm to him as yet,’ Pascual confessed candidly. ‘This is by no means a done deal, you may be surprised to learn. Like I said before … it is not just about money. I have to be certain that my ponies are going to genuine horse-lovers and will be taken care of as excellently and as well as their pedigree and training dictates they should be.’

  ‘The stables that they own at Windsor certainly have an impressive reputation, so I hear.’

  ‘That may be so … But it is a very recent acquisition for our three businessmen friends, having only lately discovered their passion for polo … That is no guarantee that they know how to run a stable successfully or take care of the ponies.’