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hand and scraped a blunt fingernail along his jaw, and like a match to
flint, hot flames of desire ignited within him, burning his resolve to ash.
                 “Yes,
but you were always at the other shoots in my mind,” she whispered so softly he
wondered if he’d heard her right, her eyes now glowing with affection.
                 “Miss
Santiago, may I remind you that we’re on a tight schedule here. Time is money,”
the irritating client snapped.
                 With
another toss of her sleek silken hair, she strode back to the set before the
massive fireplace. A multitude of candles burned in the firebox and along the
hearth, lending a warm glow to the gray marble.
                 But
it was Leila that he watched. Leila that his blood heated for. Leila that he
dreamed of having soon.
                 The
photographer clapped his hands and his staff scampered to do his bidding. “Miss
Santiago, if you’d recline on the fainting couch now,” he said, and she
immediately did as asked.
                 That
was a personal hell for him, for the moment she stretched out on the couch he
ached to join her. Her golden dress draped over her demurely, but a fan
directed at her kept the hem fluttering like his heart.
                 The
next hour passed in a blur of pictures of Leila stretching out on the couch.
Provocative poses. Innocent ones. Beckoning. Assured.
                 They
ran the gamut and Rafael was only sure of one thing. He had never lusted for a
woman as he had Leila. Never wanted a woman as much as he did her.
                 As
lovers, there was no comparison. There never would be.
                 She
looked over at him right then, her eyes beckoning, her head back and turned
just so, her slender neck cast in light. And then from the shadows came a
masculine hand holding a glass perfume stopper.
                 Rafael’s
mouth went dry as the tiny glass bulb glided down her throat leaving a thin
bead of moisture in its wake. Almost immediately a seductive heady scent filled
the air.
                 But
it was the fluid arch of her back and moan that escaped her lips that nearly
undid him. Her eyes were closed now in silent ecstasy. What was she thinking?
                 You are always there in my mind .
                 Dared
he believe her?
     

  CHAPTER FOUR

 
                 “INCREDIBLE
session,” Siobhan said at the wardrobe door.
                 Leila
trotted forth a smile as the assistant helped her out of the gold dress. “I
thought so too.”
                 Though
the overbearing client had insisted on butting in, the photographer hadn’t
bowed to the man’s demands and Siobhan had quickly hustled the client off the
set. Through it all, Leila had kept her calm just by looking over to see that
Rafael was still there.
                 He
was on the phone, and she imagined he was involved in his own business. But
still he’d come to the shoot and she could get very used to being around him
this much again.
                 “Enjoy
your afternoon,” Siobhan said, breaking into her thoughts. “The second session
today is at five o’clock on the beach, and the swimsuits are wickedly
delicious. Just don’t overindulge at lunch!”
                 As
if she ever did. “I’ll watch it.”
                 Leila
left the wardrobe and Rafael stepped forward, his expression pensive. “What
would you like to do this afternoon?”
                 She
glanced through the window at the hordes of paparazzi gathered outside the villa
and cringed, for they’d surely follow them. “Anything as long as it’s someplace
quiet where they can’t find us.”
                 “And
here I was thinking you thrived before the camera.”
                 “Only
when I’m on set working,”