Quid pro quo, sweetheart. If I bare my soul, will you bear yours?
Would that give you something to live for?
Raven couldve sworn she heard the snap of his jaw as he went rigid in her arms. Grasping her by the elbows, he set her away from him and straightened to his impressive six foot three inches. His lids shuttered his expression and he returned to the seat behind his desk.
The amateur head-shrinking session is over, chiquita. Modify your regime to accommodate travel and liaise with Diego if youll need special equipment for where well be travelling. We leave on Wednesday. He reeled off their intended destinations before picking up a glossy photo of the latest Cervantes sports car.
Knowing she wouldnt make any more headway with him, she turned to leave.
Oh, and Raven?
Yes?
Well be attending several high profile events, so make sure you pack something other than kick-boxing shorts, trainers and tank tops. As delectable as they are, they wont suit.
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Raven fought the need to smash her fist into the nearest priceless vase as she left Rafaels study. Not because he would see her, although the glass walls meant he would, but because not losing control was paramount if she wished to maintain her equilibrium.
Shed fought long and hard to channel her tumultuous emotions into useful energy when, at sixteen, shed realised how very little her father cared for her. For far too long, shed been so angry with the world for taking her mother away and replacing her with a useless, despicable parent, shed let her temper get the better of her.