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“Everything in my life is a negotiation, Zoe.”
“What would be your proposal?”
“Coffee to start. Lunch in a little while. I want to get to know you better.”
“But I’m leaving today.”
Maybe you don’t want to go.
But instead of scaring her off with my usual arrogance, I skirt around her doubts. “One thing at a time, Zoe. Coffee, then we decide the rest.”
We leave the church, and after weaving through the crowd with my bodyguards, I spot my car just a few steps behind us.
But Zoe stops. “I thought we were going to walk.”
“Not to where I’m taking you.”
“I. . .”
“Are you an adult, Zoe?”
“Yes.”
“Then you will have to make a decision. I want to get to know you better, but I won’t force you. I’m inviting you for coffee, but not in a place where we’ll have to yell at each other to talk. It’s up to you to come with me or not.”
“I don’t know anything about you.”
“You know my name.” I motion to her hand, asking for the phone she holds as if it were a treasure. “Unlock it.”
She hesitates but eventually obeys.
I open her contacts and save my name and phone number. Then I call myself.
“And now you also have my phone number. Share it with whomever you want if it means you’re coming with me.”
“I’m not a child,” she says with a frown, and even that doesn’t interfere with her beauty. “I might as well go get somecoffee”—sheemphasizes the word as if to make it clear to me that it will be nothing more than that—“without needing permission from anyone.”
“Rebel much?”
“Not even close, but I don’t like to be challenged, Mr. Megalos.”
I’m sure she’s only calling me that to tease me, but it only turns me on more.
I don’t like pointless arguments, so I place my hand on the small of her back and direct her to the car.
I can’t remember the last time I felt so aroused by a woman. When you’ve been in the seduction game as long as I have, there comes a time when everything gets boring and predictable. With Zoe, however, I don’t know what will happen. Despite her shy nature, she makes it clear that she has a strong personality, and it’s making my blood boil.
The driver waits for us with the car door open.
Zoe turns around and tells me, “I need to get back here before I go to the ship. I didn’t buy my mother’s souvenir.”
“I can work that out.” As she settles into the backseat, I turn to one of the bodyguards. “Go to one of those souvenir places and buy one of each from everything you can find labeled Barcelona andLa Sagrada Familia.”
“Yes, sir.”
I get in the car, seeing she is fastening her seat belt.
“I’m going for a coffee,” she says. “Nothing else.”
