Excerpt: Seduced by the Spaniard

He had the darkest, smokiest eyes she’d ever seen.

Anna hadn’t realized a man could ooze sex appeal, but Diego Rivera did. The Spaniard’s gaze seemed to penetrate right through her cotton pullover. She hadn’t slept well on the plane despite its comfort. Flying made her too nervous. She pushed at a few wisps of hair that had escaped her ponytail, and then glued her hands together, willing herself not to care that she most likely looked as fatigued as she felt.

Senor Rivera, however, looked amazing. His features were too harsh to be called handsome, but they meshed together in an intriguing blend of rugged and sexy. Dark stubble graced his chiseled jaw, and full red lips outlined what on any other man would be a slightly too large mouth. On Senor Rivera? Kissable was the word that sprang to Anna’s mind. His nose, once aquiline, had clearly been broken. The crookedness added character. His hair was easily his second best feature. Ebony waves laced with silver at the temples touched his collar. One strand fell in his eye, and Anna wanted to push it aside, run her fingers through it, let its silkiness caress her flesh.

His best feature? Those smoky eyes fringed with black lashes any woman would envy. They pierced her own with an intensity that weakened her knees.

It was probably the jet lag.

Senor Rivera sat behind a gargantuan oak desk. Such a large piece of furniture would camouflage any other man, but not Diego Rivera. He had too much...presence.

He didn’t stand to greet her. “Miss Johnson.” His voice was deep, with a slight rasp that matched his smoky eyes. The Spanish accent? Icing on a sweet but forbidden cake. It trickled over Anna, making her skin tingle.

“Senor Rivera.” She wanted to fidget, but kept her hands clamped together. “I...I’d like to thank you for flying me here in such…lavish accommodations.”

He glanced down at some papers. “The jet was in the states on another matter, so it was simple enough to fly to Denver to retrieve you. I’m glad you found it comfortable.”

Retrieve her? What was she, a package? And a reclining chair was “comfortable.” His jet was luxury defined. Was she supposed to respond? Thankfully, he spoke before she had to.