Fire and Desire (Arabesque) (6 page)

Trevor shook his head. Clayton and Syneda disagreed on just about everything. “No, I can’t imagine it. I’m still in shock at the thought of them being married.”

“You’re not the only one. Take care, man.”

“You do the same, Dex.”

C
orinthians wondered how she managed to get through the entire day of the research summit without making a complete fool of herself, which she was sure she’d do after walking into the meeting room and seeing Trevor.

He’d been standing across the room talking to another man. Dressed in a dark blue suit, he looked suave, virile and sexy. He’d actually looked like he had walked directly off the cover of a magazine. And when he’d turned and looked at her, meeting her gaze with those deep, dark eyes and forcing her to remember the kiss they had shared the night before, she had almost come unglued right then and there.

She had tightened her fingers on the handle of her briefcase to hide her shaking hands, but it hadn’t worked. In defiance, she lifted her chin and met his gaze for a long moment before finally conceding that for once, she could not maintain the disturbing contact and outstare him. Lowering her gaze, she had taken a seat at the table. Luckily for her, there had been an empty chair sandwiched between others that were already occupied, as well as those directly across from her. She’d sighed knowing that at least he wouldn’t be sitting close by.

But that hadn’t stopped him from getting to her. During the meeting, their glances would periodically meet, weakening her defenses, making her forget how much she didn’t like him, and making it hard for her to concentrate on the proceedings.

After the meeting, the only thing she wanted was to leave as quickly as possible. She stood and began gathering up her things. Without looking up she knew the exact moment Trevor came to stand behind her. She could feel the heat of his body transfer to hers. Her pulse raced and her hands began shaking again. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself as she haphazardly tossed her notepad and pen into her briefcase and closed it with a click.

Her heart was pounding intensely as she turned around and quickly noticed everyone else had left and she and Trevor were the only people remaining in the room.

“Mr. Grant. How are you today?” she asked professionally, yet coolly, detesting the attraction she felt for him. Her body was getting warm all over, and even warmer in certain places.

Trevor drew his brows together at the formality in her tone; he didn’t like it one bit. He raised his gaze to the ceiling, then lowered it to the floor before it came back to hers. He leaned forward, bracing both hands on the table and neatly pinning her in.

“A warning, Corinthians. The next time you call me Mr. Grant and not Trevor, I’m going to do something about it. Something similar to what I did last night, but this time I’ll go a little further.”

Corinthians’s cheeks became heated from just imagining just how far he would go. She then berated herself for even thinking about it. He couldn’t go any further than she let him. “Don’t count on it,” she snapped.

She glared up at him. His face was so close to hers that she could inhale the masculine scent of his aftershave, and see the even lines of his shaven chin. She was tempted to reach out and touch his skin to see if it felt as warm as it looked. She knew he had to be at least in his midthirties, but there were no wrinkle lines anywhere. His features, although ruggedly handsome, still had a smooth, unmarked appearance.

He smiled. “Oh, but I am counting on it. In fact, I’m doing more than just counting on it. I’m looking forward to it, especially after spending a night like I did last night. I didn’t get much sleep for thinking about you and remembering how you felt in my arms.”

A shiver passed through Corinthians. He would be the last to know it, but she hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, either, remembering that very same thing. “Please don’t,” she said in a soft plea.

Trevor had no intentions of granting her that request. Last night his dreams had been worse than ever. Before last night he could only imagine how she tasted. Now he knew. The real thing was even better than he’d imagined. And knowing she was bedded in the room next to his hadn’t helped matters. Before morning he had taken two cold showers.

“I can’t help it,” he said honestly, stubbornly and not too happily. He met her gaze directly. “I want you.”

Corinthians felt her insides jolt. Her warm body suddenly got hot, aroused. She became angered because once again he had echoed her own sentiments. And they were feelings she was not ready to face. “That’s tough because you
can’t
and you
won’t
have me. Ever. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get by and you’re blocking my way.”

He gave her an easy smile, one that made her knees go weak. She got an uneasy feeling he had taken her statement as a challenge. He straightened his stance. “Sorry,” he said moving aside. “I didn’t mean to detain you.”

Corinthians grew more and more tense as she headed toward the door. In her haste to depart, she looked up just in time to avoid colliding with Armond Thetas as he entered the room. He looked to be in his midfifties and considered extremely handsome for his age. He was also known to be a very wealthy man. His oil company was one of the few located in South America.

“Ms. Avery, I’m glad I was able to see you before you left. The organization committee has planned a dinner party tonight in honor of all attendees. It will be held here in one of the banquet rooms. Then tomorrow, everyone is invited to my villa located in Buzios for an overnight stay. A chartered plane will transport you there and bring you back. I have made arrangements for a chartered bus to pick everyone up from the hotel tomorrow morning. You will be returned to the hotel in the afternoon of the following day.”

Corinthians smiled. She knew that Buzios was a very nice and expensive resort area that jutted in the Atlantic on the Cabo Frio Peninsula. The community contained million-dollar villas that were nestled along one of the seventeen idyllic beaches set among sandy coves. She had seen photographs of the upscale resort area that had numerous fine shops and excellent restaurants. As far as she was concerned Mr. Thetas’s invitation for an overnight stay was a special treat, one she planned to take advantage of.

“Thanks, I’d love to attend the dinner party, and I’ll look forward to going to Buzios in the morning.”

The older man’s face beamed. “Wonderful. Just pack an overnight bag.” He then glanced over at Trevor. “What about you, Mr. Grant? Will you be joining us?”

Corinthians turned and looked at Trevor. A part of her hoped to heaven that he had other plans and would not be joining them. Evidently he read her thoughts because he gave her a smooth smile before saying, “I wouldn’t miss it. Please count me in.”

Armond Thetas nodded. “I’ll look forward to seeing you both tonight. Good day.”

After the man left, Corinthians turned back to Trevor and glared at him. Her anger flared when she saw the smile that lit his eyes. Clutching her briefcase more firmly in her hand, she headed for the door. She didn’t miss the sound of his deep chuckle as the door swung shut behind her.

Rasheed Valdemon stepped from behind his desk and faced the man who had delivered the bad news to him. He raised an arched, angry brow. “What do you mean you still don’t have Ms. Avery? I was counting on you, Santini. Now twice you and your people have disappointed me.”

Raul Santini came to his feet in defense of both himself and his men. “It’s not as easy as you think to snatch an American woman off the streets of Brazil. These things take time. Do you have any idea of the repercussions we’ll face if the North American government finds out about your plan and connects us to it?”

Rasheed looked long and hard at his old friend. During their teen years, the two of them had attended a private academy in France. Santini’s father was an ambassador from Argentina. “You agreed to help me, Santini.”

“And I will. At least I will try, Monty,” Santini replied, calling Valdemon by the name his friends had given him at the academy. “But just like you have to be careful to protect your country, I must do the same for mine, my friend. I can’t take any unnecessary chances.”

Rasheed sighed deeply and ran a hand over his face. “You have nothing to worry about. I told you that in the very beginning. American tourists disappear in foreign countries all the time, and the only people who make any noise about it are their families. They soon quiet down once they see their government won’t do anything. Some tourists have been missing for years. Americans traveling abroad are on their own.”

“But this isn’t just any American, Monty. Ms. Avery is the sister of a United States senator.”

“So what? As far as I am concerned, we’ll be doing Joshua Avery a favor. He can’t seem to handle her anyway. I’m sure that initially there may be some sort of an investigation, but in time, that, too, shall pass.”

He came and sat on the edge of his desk and faced his friend. “Remember that if I succeed in this, your country will be rewarded greatly. You know me well enough to know that I never forget my friends.”

Santini sighed, knowing that was true. Valdemon had secretly helped his country on a number of occasions. While at the academy several of them, all sons of important political figures from various nations, had formed a pact, a secret cartel. If there was anything one of them could do that would benefit the other’s homeland, then they would do it. He had called on his friends in the cartel several times. However, this was the first time one of them had called on South America for help.

“We would have grabbed her yesterday had that man not shown up,” Santini finally said, breaking the silence.

Rasheed blinked at the unexpected news. He stood. “What man?”

“The American who arrived before my men could do anything. And according to them, the man seemed to be a close friend of Ms. Avery. Possibly even her lover. He handled her with too much familiarity to be anything less.”

Rasheed frowned. According to Joshua Avery, his sister was not romantically involved with anyone. “And your men couldn’t handle one man?”

“Not this particular man. He’s had extensive military training.”

Rasheed’s frown deepened. “And how do your men know that?”

“Because he wears
the
ring.”

“What ring?”

“The Force Reconnaissance ring.”

Any military man, no matter what country he was from, had heard about the Force Recon group. They were an elite, highly skilled, specially trained group of men in the United States Marine Corps. A special breed of warriors, they were a close-knit group, almost like a brotherhood, who proudly wore their signet rings to prove it. To anyone else’s observant eye it would look like just another signet ring. But to another military man, no matter what branch of service and no matter from what country, that ring had significant meaning.

“Are you sure?” Rasheed asked quietly, thoughtfully.

“I’m positive. The two men who reported back to me are former military men with the Argentine government. They would know.”

Rasheed’s mood darkened. “This changes nothing. I won’t be satisfied until I receive the news that Corinthians Avery is on her way to Mowaiti.”

“And the American protecting her?”

“He’s your problem. You deal with him.”

Santini shook his head. “You’re taking a big chance, Monty.”

“Am I?” he challenged. “Can you say you wouldn’t do the same to save your country if given the chance, big or small?”

Santini thought about his love for his own country and knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his people. “No.”

Rasheed smiled. He knew his friend understood. He walked over to him and touched him on the shoulder. “Once I have Ms. Avery and she finds oil, Mowaiti’s troubles will be over. Out of friendship and honor, please continue to help me on this.”

Santini nodded. “I will.”

Trevor glanced around the crowded banquet room. Most of the people present had attended today’s meeting and represented more than fifty major oil companies from around the world. They were people who were well-trained in scientific and technical skills in ways to extract oil reserves. The purpose of the all-day meeting had been to share as much of that knowledge as possible without leaking any company secrets.

He couldn’t help but be proud of the way Corinthians had handled herself. He hadn’t missed the look of admiration and respect in a number of the men’s eyes. She had done something a lot of them had yet to do, and that was to use her vast knowledge and skill to locate an oil basin. As far as he was concerned, that said a lot for someone who was the only female head geologist in the group. When she had given her presentation, a lot of eyes had been on her. Some, he’d noticed, for reasons other than the information she was providing. Her physical beauty had entranced them. And he had to grudgingly admit, he hadn’t liked it one bit. At first he had convinced himself that he hadn’t cared that other men were looking at her with male interest. But later he’d been man enough to admit he’d lied to himself.

He had cared. More than he had wanted to.

He was reaching for another glass of wine off the tray of a passing waiter when the room suddenly became quiet. He turned to see what had caused the silence and felt his stomach tighten. Corinthians stood in the doorway and she looked absolutely gorgeous. Trevor took a quick glance around the room. Some of the men were openly drooling. His anger heightened. You would think they had never seen a beautiful American woman before. Even Armond Thetas appeared spellbound.

Trevor’s gaze hardened as he looked at Corinthians again. A sudden knot formed in his throat. He himself had seen numerous beautiful American women, but never like this. She had really outdone herself tonight. He blinked once, then twice, to make sure he was seeing straight. She was dressed in—of all things—a virginal white, flowing evening gown. The gown’s color was a stark contrast against the dark hue of her skin. But the combination of coloring made her look absolutely stunning, breathtaking.

Trevor glanced back around the room. A number of the men, although married, had not bothered to bring their wives with them on this trip. They were the main ones slobbering at the sight of Corinthians. The sight was totally disgusting.