and Callie was left to wonder what the hell was going on.
***
Aline folded the jeans and placed them into her suitcase. Callie had laid everything on the bed at her insistence. She had refused at first but Aline had told her friend, she was leaving, with or without her belongings. If she refused to help, she would send for them after she arrived home. It was a battle Callie knew she couldn’t win so she’d relented.
Aline had her back to the door but she heard it open and the footsteps as Callie entered. “What did the sneaky bastard say when you told him I knew about his tryst and I was leaving?”
The deep voice that answered was definitely not Callie’s. “He said, no fucking way.”
Aline dropped the blouse she’d been folding and spun around in her chair.
The man was gorgeous in his denim jeans and white polo shirt which allowed the muscles of his chest to be seen clearly.
“What the fuck are you doing up here?”
In two strides Xavier was beside her. He dropped to his knees, pulled her against him and smothered her lips with his own in a scorching kiss.
Her fists beat against his broad shoulders, she tried turning away but, Xavier held firm. His tongue insisted on entry into her mouth, she was powerless. As soon as she opened, his tongue plunged in. Her own twisted and tangled with his. He nipped at her lips, dragged his fingers through her hair and she was lost. She gave in and accepted his kiss.
When he released her Aline’s head was spinning. She could barely think clearly. “Why?”
Xavier pushed her clothes aside, pulled the wheelchair in front of him and clasped her hands in his. “You have no fuckin’ idea how much I missed you.”
“I bet you did. I can imagine it was me you were thinking about and missing while you played tonsil hockey with your date.”
“I can explain.”
“That while you were attempting to blackmail me into your bed here, you were taking other women into your bed back in Dalton? You would make a good sailor.”
“What?” Xavier was puzzled.
“Girl in every port?”
“It’s not what you think.”
“You weren’t kissing her at the gala?”
“Well, yes but there’s a good reason.”
“There usually is. It either means you like her. Although knowing you it was probably a pre cursor to getting her into bed. Was she a good fuck? Was it worth breaking my heart over?”
Xavier reddened as his temper rose. “I swear if you didn’t have a broken leg, I’d put you over my knee and spank you. Will you please listen? Yes, I did kiss Janet.”
“There’s no more to be said then. Leave.”
“Listen to me,” Xavier roared causing Aline to jump. “Janet has been a friend for many years. She asked if I would partner her for the gala and kiss her in public while the press were around.”
Aline drew her eyebrows together.
“Janet is in love.”
“With you. I hope you’ll both be very happy. Now, will you leave?” Tears pricked at her eyes.
Xavier growled. “Janet is very much in love with Samantha. Janet hasn’t come out publically yet and they are worried about the scrutiny of the press. Her being the only child of one of the world’s richest men. You know how bigoted some people are. Imagine the mileage the press would get out of that? They have been making arrangements to announce their engagement and disappear for a while but they’re not quite ready. Some prick in the media got wind of it all and has been sniffing around. Janet asked me to help her and throw him off the scent. By pretending we are an item, it gives her and Samantha the time to finish their arrangements.”
“Oh, but the media will hound you now though and won’t they show more interest in both of you if they think you’re in a relationship?”
“Probably but it’s only a few days before the news breaks.” Xavier wore a guilty expression. “The media knows I never stay with one girl for more than one date so they probably won’t bother with me. The fact Janet and