Laszlo gazed at her steadily. ‘Maybe he liked the location.’ His hand tightened around hers and their eyes met.
She stared at him, confused. And then she realised that he was waiting—waiting for her to understand. ‘You bought it?’
He nodded, his face creasing into a smile. ‘Yes. I think your neighbour thought I was insane.’ He groaned. ‘It’s probably the first time ever that a Romany has paid more than the asking price!’ His smile tightened. ‘But I had to have it. You see, I wasn’t sure you’d even speak to me—’
‘So you thought you’d stalk me?’ Prudence shook off his hand. But her eyes were dancing.
‘I thought if I lived next door you wouldn’t be able to avoid me,’ he said softly. ‘Then all I’d have to do was wear down your resistance.’
‘Is that right? And how, exactly, were you going to do that?’
She felt her stomach flutter as his eyes narrowed.
‘Let me show you,’ he murmured, and then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her until, for the third time that afternoon, she thought she’d faint.
* * * * *
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Tycoon’s Delicious Debt
by Susanna Carr
CHAPTER ONE
THE NATURAL BEAUTY of the Algarve was lost on Cooper Brock as he strode across the well-maintained beach, his handmade shoes kicking up the white sand. Anger rolled through him, pressing against his chest, ready to tear free. He ignored the heat blistering through his black business suit as he scanned the people sunbathing.
Where was she? Cooper clenched his teeth as he studied a group of women frolicking in the ocean. Where was Serena Dominguez, the woman who had tormented him for the past month? The moment they met four weeks ago at a charity dinner in London, Cooper had pursued her relentlessly, enjoying the thrill of the chase. But what she did today changed everything.
She had no right to invade his territory. Cooper wanted to bellow his displeasure until it rang in the air. Victory had been in his grasp. After two years of incredible patience, he had almost closed the deal that had eluded the Brock empire.
And he had done it within the law. It was like winning a bar fight with one arm tied behind his back.
The Alves property had represented more than a major deal for his family’s business. It had been the one prize his father had not been able to claim. Finalizing the deal today would have proven once and for all that his methods were better than Aaron Brock’s.
Serena had interfered with more than his business, Cooper decided as his mouth settled into a grim line. This deal would have brought him a sense of deep satisfaction. The achievement would have blunted the edges of the restlessness he could no longer banish.
He came to an abrupt halt when he heard the throaty laugh over the ocean waves and the snatches of the desultory conversations. The sound gripped him as the sexual hunger scorched through his veins. He knew it belonged to Serena. He hadn’t heard it before—it was one of the many things she wouldn’t share with him—but somehow he knew. Cooper changed directions and marched to the oversize blue umbrella at the very back of the beach.