Harlequin Desire September 2015 - Box Set 1 of 2: Claimed\Maid for a Magnate\Only on His Terms (23 page)

James sat on one of the sofas, legs sprawled out before him with Maisey on his lap. James's short hair was all in disarray. He still wore his pajama bottoms and no shirt, and Maisey had a little pink nightgown on; it was obvious they were enjoying a morning of laziness.

As Will stepped farther into the room, James glanced over and smiled. “Hey, brother. What brings you out?”

Bella sat at the end of the couch at her husband's feet. Maisey crawled over her father's legs and settled herself onto Bella's lap. Will looked at his niece and found himself staring into those signature Rowling aqua eyes. No denying who this baby's father was.

“I brought something for Maisey.” Will crossed the room and sat on the edge of the coffee table. “Hey, sweetheart. Do you like dolls?”

What if she didn't like it? What if she didn't like him? Dammit. He should've planned better and called to see what Maisey actually played with. He'd just assumed a little girl would like a tiny stuffed doll.

“Her dress matches your nightgown,” Bella said softly to the little girl.

Maisey kept her eyes on him as she reached for the toy. Instantly the blond hair went into Maisey's mouth.

“She likes it.” James laughed. “Everything goes into her mouth these days.”

Will continued to stare at his niece. Children were one area where he had no clue, but if James said Maisey liked it, then Will had to assume she did.

James swung his legs to the floor and leaned forward. “You hungry?” he asked. “We still have some pancakes and bacon in the kitchen.”

“No, I'm good. I'm getting ready to pick up Cat, so I can't stay anyway.”

James's brows lifted as he shot Bella a look. “Is this a date?”

Will hadn't intended on telling anyone, but in growing closer with James over the past couple months, he realized he wanted this bond with his twin. Besides, after their conversation last night, James pretty much knew exactly where Will stood in regards to Cat.

He trusted James, that had never been an issue. The issue they'd had wedged between them stemmed from their father always doting on one brother, molding him into a disciple, while ostracizing the other one.

“I'm taking her out on my yacht,” Will told him. “We're headed to one of the islands for the day. I'm hoping for total seclusion. Most tourists don't know about them.”

There was a small cluster of islands off the coast of Alma. He planned on taking her to Isla de Descanso. The island's name literally meant Island of Relaxation. Cat deserved to be properly pampered and he was going to be the man to give her all of her needs...every single one.

“Sounds romantic.” Bella shifted Maisey on her lap as she stared at Will. “I wasn't aware you and Catalina were getting more serious.”

James laughed. “I think they've been sneaking.”

“We're not serious and we're not sneaking,” Will defended himself. “Okay, fine. We were sneaking, but she's private and she's still leery of me.”

“You can't blame her,” James added.

Will nodded. “I don't, which is why we need this time away from everything. Plus she's working like crazy for Dad and she's never appreciated.”

James snorted. “He barely appreciates his sons. You think he appreciates a maid? I was worried when he moved into my old house. I tried to warn her, but she said she could handle it and she needed the job.”

Will hated the thought of her having to work. Hated how much she pushed herself for little to no praise and recognition.

“Well, I appreciate her,” Bella chimed in. “I saw how hard she worked the dinner last night. I can't imagine the prep that she and the cooks went through, plus the cleanup after. Catalina is a dedicated, hard worker.”

“She won't stay forever,” James stated as he leaned over and ruffled Maisey's hair.

Will sat up straighter. “What do you mean?”

His brother's eyes came back to meet his. “I'm just saying someone who is such a perfectionist and self-disciplined surely has a long-term goal in mind. I can't imagine she'll want to play maid until she's old and gray. She hinted a few times when she worked for me that she hoped to one day leave Alma.”

Leave Alma? The thought hadn't even crossed Will's mind. Would Cat really go somewhere else? Surely not. Her mother still worked here. She used to work for Patrick, but years ago she had suddenly quit and gone to work for another prominent family. Cat had been with the Rowlings for five years, but James was right. Someone as vibrant as Cat wouldn't want to dust and wash sheets her entire life. He'd already seen the toll her endless hours were taking on her.

Will came to his feet, suddenly more eager than ever to see her, to be alone with her. “I better get going. I just wanted to stop by and see Maisey before I headed out.”

James stood as well. “I'll walk you to the door.”

Bidding a goodbye to Bella and Maisey, Will followed his brother to the foyer.

“Don't say a word about Cat and me,” Will said.

Gripping the doorknob, James nodded. “I'm not saying a word. I already know Dad would hate the idea and he's interfered enough in our personal lives lately. And I'm not judging you and Catalina. I actually think you two are a good match.”

“Thanks, man, but don't let this happily-ever-after stuff you have going on filter into my world. I'm just spending time with Cat. That's all.” Will gave his brother a one-armed man hug. “I'll talk to you next week.”

Will headed toward his car, more than ready to pick up Cat and get this afternoon started. He planned to be in complete control, but he'd let her set the tone. As much as he wanted her, he wasn't going to pressure her and he wasn't going to deceive her.

Yes, there was the obvious appeal of the fact that his father would hate Will bedding the maid, but he wouldn't risk her job that way even to get petty revenge on his domineering father.

Besides, Cat was so much more than a romp. He couldn't figure out exactly what she was...and that irritated him.

But now he had another worry. What was Cat's ultimate goal in life? Would she leave Alma and pursue something more meaningful? And why did he care? He wasn't looking for a ring on his finger and he wasn't about to place one on hers, either.

Still, the fact that she could leave bothered him more than he cared to admit.

Will pushed those thoughts aside. Right now, for today, all he was concerned with was Cat and being alone with her. All other world problems would have to wait.

Eight

N
erves kicked around in Catalina's belly as she boarded the yacht. Which seemed like such a simple word for this pristine, massive floating vessel. The fact that the Rowlings had money was an understatement, but to think that Will could own something this amazing...it boggled her mind. She knew he would make a name for himself, knew he'd climb to the top of Rowling Energy. There was never any doubt which twin Patrick was grooming for the position.

But she wasn't focusing on or even thinking of Patrick today. Will wanted her to relax, wanted her to enjoy her day off, and she was going to take full advantage.

Turning toward Will, Catalina laughed as he stepped on board. “I'm pretty sure my entire flat would fit on this deck.”

Near the bow, she surveyed the wide, curved outdoor seating complete with plush white pillows. There was even a hot tub off to the side. Catalina couldn't even imagine soaking in that warm water out under the stars. This yacht screamed money, relaxation...and seduction.

She'd voluntarily walked right into the lion's den.

“Let me show you around.” Will took hold of her elbow and led her to the set of steps that went below deck. “The living quarters are even more impressive.”

Catalina clutched her bag and stepped down as Will gestured for her to go first. The amount of space in the open floor plan below was shocking. It was even grander than she'd envisioned. A large king-sized bed sat in the distance and faced a wall of curved windows that overlooked the sparkling water. Waking up to a sunrise every morning would be heavenly. Waking up with your lover beside you would simply be the proverbial icing on the cake.

No. She couldn't think of Will as her lover or icing on her cake. She was here for a restful day and nothing else. Nookie could not play a part in this because she had no doubt the second he got her out of her clothes, she'd have no defense against him. She needed to stay on guard.

A deep, glossy mahogany bar with high stools separated the kitchen from a living area. The living area had a mounted flat-screen television and leather chairs that looked wide enough for at least two people.

The glossy fixtures and lighting only added to the perfection of the yacht. It all screamed bachelor and money...perfect for Will Rowling.

“You've done well for yourself,” she told him as she placed her tote bag on a barstool. “I'm impressed.”

Will's sidelong smile kicked up her heart rate. They hadn't even pulled away from the dock and he was already getting to her. This was going to be a day full of her willpower battling her emotions and she didn't know if she'd have the strength to fight off Will's advances.

Who was she kidding? Catalina already knew that if Will tried anything she would succumb to his charms. She'd known this the moment she'd accepted his invitation. But that didn't mean she'd drop her wall of defenses so easily. He'd seriously hurt her before and if he wanted to show her what a changed man he was now, she was going to make him work for it.

“Did you think I was taking you out in a canoe for the day?”

“I guess I hadn't given much thought to the actual boat,” she replied, resting her arm on the smooth, curved edge of the bar. “I was too worried about your actions.”

“Worried you'd enjoy them too much?” he asked with a naughty grin.

“More like concerned I'd have to deflate your ego,” she countered with a matching smile. “You're not seriously going to start putting the moves on me now, are you?”

Will placed a hand over his heart. “You wound me, Cat. I'm at least going to get this boat on course before I rip your clothes off.”

Catalina's breath caught in her throat.

Will turned and mounted the steps to go above deck, and then froze and threw a sexy grin over his shoulder. “Relax, Cat. I won't do anything you don't want.”

The playful banter had just taken a turn, a sharp turn that sent shivers racing through her entire body. Was she prepared for sex with this man? That's what everything leading up to this moment boiled down to.

Cat would be lying to herself if she tried to say she didn't want Will physically. That had been proven each time he'd kissed her recently.

I won't do anything you don't want,
he'd said.

And that was precisely what scared her the most.

* * *

With the ocean breeze sliding across his face, Will welcomed the spittle of spray, the taste of salt on his lips. He needed to get a damn grip. He hadn't meant to be so teasing with Cat.

Okay, he had, but he hadn't meant for her to get that panicked look on her face. He knew full well she was battling with herself where he was concerned. There wasn't a doubt in his mind she wanted him physically and that was easy to obtain. But there was part of Will that wanted her to see that he wasn't at all the same man he used to be.

She would get to see that side of him today. He intended to do everything for her, to prove to her just how appreciated she was and how valued. Will had fully stocked the yacht when he'd had this idea a couple days ago. He'd known he would take her out at some point, but it wasn't until he saw her working the crowd, with circles under her eyes and a smile on her face at the dinner last night, that he decided to invite her right away.

With all of the recent upheaval in Alma—the Montoro monarchy drama and Isabella's passing, not to mention Will's taking the reins of Rowling Energy—there was just too much life getting in the way of what he wanted. Too many distractions interfering with his main goal...and his goal was to have Cat.

He may be the good son, the twin who was raised to follow the rules and not question authority. But Will wasn't about to make the same mistake with Cat as he had in the past. The moment he'd let her walk away years ago, he'd already started plotting to get her back. Then the whole debacle with Bella had happened and Will knew more than ever that it was time to make his move with Rowling Energy and Cat.

Spending the day together on his yacht, however, was something totally unrelated to everything else that had happened in their past. Today was all about them and nothing or nobody else. Everything that happened with Cat from here on out was going to be her call...he may just silently nudge and steer her in the right direction. Those initial kisses had reignited the spark they'd left burning long ago and he knew without a doubt that she felt just as passionate as he did.

He didn't blame her one bit for being leery. He'd done some major damage before and she wouldn't let him forget it anytime soon. Not that he could. He'd never forget that look on her face when he'd told her they'd been a mistake and then walked away. That moment had played over and over in his mind for the past several years. Knowing he'd purposely hurt Cat wasn't something he was likely to ever forget.

Still, if she ever discovered the truth, would she see that he'd done it for her? He'd best keep that secret to himself and just stay on course with his plan now. At least she was here, she was talking and she was coming around. The last thing Will wanted to do was rehash the past when they could be spending their time concentrating on the here and now.

Will steered the yacht toward the private island not too far from Alma. In just under an hour he'd have Cat on a beach with a picnic. He wondered when the last time was that she'd had someone do something like that for her, but quickly dismissed the thought. If another man had pampered her, Will sure as hell didn't want to know.

Of course, there was no man in her life now. Will was the one kissing her, touching her. She was his for at least today so he needed to make the most of every moment they were alone. He truly hoped the tiny island was deserted. He'd come here a few times to think, to get away from all the pressure and stress. Only once had he run into other people.

Cat stayed below for the duration of the trip. Perhaps she was trying to gather her own thoughts as well. Maybe she was avoiding him because she thought that taking her out to a private island for sex was so cliché, so easy to read into.

But for reasons Will didn't want to admit or even think about, this day was so much more than sex.
Cat
was more than sex. Yes, he wanted her in the fiercest way imaginable, but he also wanted more from her...he just didn't know what.

No, that was wrong. The first thing he wanted was for her to see him in a different light. He wanted her to see the good in him she'd seen when they'd grown up together, when they'd laughed and shared secrets with each other. He wanted her to see that he wasn't the monster who had ripped her heart out and diminished their relationship into ashes with just a few damning words.

Perhaps this outing wasn't just about him proving to her what a changed man he was, but for him to try to figure out what the hell to do next and how far he wanted to take things with her once they got back to reality.

When he finally pulled up to the dock and secured the yacht, he went below deck. He hoped the last forty-five minutes had given Cat enough time to see that he wasn't going to literally jump her. The playful banter had taken a sexual turn, but he wasn't sorry. He was only sorry Cat hadn't come up once to see him. This initial space was probably for the best. After all, today was the first time they'd been fully alone and not sneaking into the bathroom or laundry area of his father's home for a make-out session.

Yeah, his seduction techniques needed a bit of work to say the least. But he'd had four years to get control over just how he wanted to approach things once he finally got his Cat alone. And now he was ready.

As he stepped below, Will braced his hands on the trim overhead and froze on the last step. Cat lay sideways, curled into a ball on his bed. The innocent pose shouldn't have his body responding, but...well, he was a guy and this woman had had him tied in knots for years.

Will had wanted Cat in his bed for too long. All his fantasies involved the bed in his house, but the yacht would do. At this point he sure as hell wasn't going to be picky. He'd waited too damn long for this and he was going to take each moment he could get, no matter the surroundings.

And the fact that she was comfortable enough to rest here spoke volumes for how far they'd come. Just a few weeks ago he'd kissed her as if she was his next breath and she'd run away angry. Though Will was smart enough to know her anger stemmed from arousal.

Passion and hate...there was such a fine line between the two.

Slowly, Will crossed the open area and pulled a small throw from the narrow linen closet. Gently placing the thin blanket over her bare legs and settling it around her waist, Will watched the calm rise and fall of her chest. She was so peaceful, so relaxed and not on her guard. For the first time in a long time, Will was finally seeing the woman he knew years ago, the woman who was more trusting, less cautious.

Of course, he'd helped shape her into the vigilant person she was today. Had he not made such bad choices when they'd been together the first time, perhaps she wouldn't have to feel so guarded all the time. Perhaps she'd smile more and laugh the way she used to.

Cat shifted, let out a throaty moan and blinked up at Will. Then her eyes widened as she sat straight up.

“Oh my. Was I asleep?”

Will laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Or you were playing dead.”

Cat smoothed her short hair away from her face and glanced toward the wall of windows. “I was watching the water. I was so tired, so I thought I'd just lie here and enjoy the scenery.”

“That was the whole point in having my bed right there. It's a breathtaking view.”

When she turned her attention back to him, she gasped. That's right, he hadn't been discussing the water. The view of the woman was much more enticing.

“Why don't you use the restroom to freshen up and change into your suit?” he suggested. “I'll get our lunch set up.”

The bright smile spreading across her face had something unfamiliar tugging on his heart. He may not be able to label what was going on between them, but he couldn't afford to be emotional about it.

Dammit. He didn't even know what to feel, how to act anymore. He wanted her, but he wasn't thinking of forever. He wanted now. He needed her to see he was a different man, yet he was more than ready to throw this relationship into his father's face.

Sticking to business would have been best; at least he knew exactly what he was getting into with real estate and oil. With Cat, he had no clue and the fact that she had him so tied in knots without even trying was terrifying.

Once his mission had been clear—to win back Cat to prove he could and to show his father who was in charge. But then, somewhere along the way, Will had shifted into needing Cat to see the true person he'd come to be, the man who still had feelings for her and cared for her on a level even he couldn't understand.

Cat came to her feet and started folding the throw. “I'm sorry I fell asleep on you.”

Stepping forward and closing the space between them, Will pulled the blanket from her hands, wadded it up and threw it into the corner. “You aren't cleaning. You aren't folding, dusting, doing dishes. Your only job is to relax. If you want a nap, take a nap. The day is yours. The cleaning is up to me. Got it?”

Her eyes widened as she glanced at the crumpled blanket. “Are you just going to leave that there?”

Will took her chin between his thumb and finger, forcing her to look only at him. “You didn't answer my question.”

Her wide, dark eyes drew him in as she merely nodded. “I can't promise, but I'll try.”

Unable to help himself, Will smacked a kiss on her lips and pulled back as a grin spread across his face. “Go freshen up and meet me on the top deck.”

Will watched as Cat grabbed her bag off the barstool and crossed to the bathroom. Once the door clicked shut, he let out a breath.