Slightly Sinful by Yvette Hines

around her words as she spoke, still facing the door. She was having a hard time looking at him, her emotions warring with her own stupidity. “Now, the world seeks him out for his business savvy.” She pivoted, eyeing him accusingly. “Elusive. He spends most of his time out of the country, managing to stay out of the camera’s eye.” She watched him. Stared at him as he leaned against the long oak boardroom table. He was less than ten steps away from her, silent.
    Delilah was thankful he didn’t move closer. With her senses still reeling from earlier, she couldn’t handle him in close proximity.
    When she’d entered the room after leaving the bathroom, she was relieved to discover the two of them would sit on opposite ends of the table.
    “What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Torres ?” Head held high, shoulders back, she kept her demeanor cool and professional.
    “Have dinner with me tonight.”
    It wasn’t a question, but a statement.
    “No, thank you, Mr. Torres . I’m already full on lies and deception.”
    A sexy lopsided smile played across his mouth. “I’ll send my car to your house at eight.”
    What in the hell? “Are you hard of hearing or just that damned arrogant?” In her anger, she crossed the room, stopping at arms length. “I am not having dinner with you. Tonight or ever.”
    He rose from the desk and closed the final gap between them, but didn’t touch her. His intense steel gray eyes captured hers, making his message clear. “Either you be ready at eight or I will personally come to your house and drag you out.”
    “The hell you will--”
    “Try me.” He cut her off, his Latin accent thick and heavy. When she remained silent, he continued, “We have much to discuss.”
    Delilah noted something flickering in the depths of his eyes.
    “Until tonight, Ms. Reynolds.”
    He inclined his head and exited, leaving her seething in the empty room.
    ~YH~
    Roberto entered his office and walked to the window. From his large corner office he could see multiple Fortune 500 company buildings towering along with his own over the Queen City streets creating the city’s metropolitan skyline. At times he missed the view of the river from his Spain office, but everything that had been missing from his personal life there was within reach. He still could not believe that just over a week ago he’d only pondered the possibility of meeting Delilah and returning stateside. The past weekend had changed things in a major way.
    “So, jefe hombre .” Les’ voice announced his friend was in the room.
    If his mind and heart were not so weighed down with his own thoughts, Roberto would have smiled at being called boss man by his friend.
    Hearing the snick of the door as Les closed it, Roberto continued to stare out the window awaiting Les. His second in command had not hunted him down for nothing.
    “Now that you’ve hired her company and she is within reach for a while, what’s next?” Les stepped up beside him, into his peripheral vision. “Are you going to tell her you have the hots for her, or just bide your time?”
    The hots… if it were only that simple .
    “It’s complicated.” He glanced at Les, then away again.
    “More complicated than you sexing her up in the media room?”
    ¡ Mierda ! he wondered how much his friend had figured out. It had been dark in the room and he and Delilah were far in the back away from the others; however, Les was a clever man.
    “You caught that, I see.”
    Chuckling, Les said, “No worries, I don’t believe anyone else knew what was going on in the back row.”
    Roberto nodded. He wasn’t trying to disrespect Delilah before her team. It was just hard for him to be around her and not want to touch her. When she tried to pull the professional distant role on him, it pissed him off and the Neanderthal male part of him had him exerting his dominant side. Then once he caressed the silky warmth of her skin, he couldn’t stop himself.
    He turned and