Her Latin Lover (Contemporary Romance) by Katheryn Lane Read Free Book Online Page B

family. It was quite possible that someone had told her about his hacienda as it was the finest house in the area. In his opinion, it was the most beautiful house in the country.
    “If you are sure, I would love to have you as my guest.”
    “Great! That’s settled then. We’ll go back to the hotel and I’ll get my stuff.”
    “Excellent. Vamos , let’s go.”
    Don Paulo found it very difficult to stay focused on the road as he drove back to Corazon in his jeep. His mind kept on racing over what he was going to do about having Mary living in his house. Part of him was thrilled at the prospect of having her so near to him, but part of him was scared. He found it was hard enough to resist her when they were out in public; how was he going to manage when they were alone in his home? If he did succumb to his feelings and she reciprocated, which he hoped that she might, there was always the question of her boyfriend. He didn’t believe in taking another man’s woman, even if the man was a complete idiot. Perhaps Mary would realise what kind of person her boyfriend was, after all that he had done to her, and finish with him. However, even if she did, she would still be leaving for London in two weeks time and Don Paulo couldn’t follow her and leave his estate.
    By the time he parked outside the hotel, he had decided that he would just take things one day at a time and see what happened. After all, he had hardly expected this when he first saw her in the bar two nights ago and anything could happen in the next couple of weeks.
    Mary ran upstairs to collect her things while he sorted out the final bill with Señor Marcos and made a few calls to his house to make sure that things were made ready for his guest by the time they arrived. He had only just put his phone away when Mary came trotting down the stairs again, carrying a small case with her. He rushed up to take it from her and there was a short struggle on the stairs while she insisted that she could manage and he insisted that he should help her. Eventually, she conceded and Señor Marcos, who had been watching it all with much amusement, called out in his high, squeaky voice and started laughing to himself.
    “What did he just say?” Mary asked, looking with distaste at his friend behind the wooden counter.
    “He said that you were like a little wild horse, but that I would tame you.” Don Paulo left out some of the cruder expressions that Señor Marcos had used, but that was the gist of what he said.
    “And what do you think?”
    He looked at her. It was hard to read her expression. He wasn’t sure if she was offended or amused by the remark. However, he did know that if he said the wrong thing now, it was quite likely that she would take her suitcase and go marching back up to her hotel room.
    “I think that you are spirited and since that is what I like about you, why would I try to change it?”
    She seemed pleased with the answer, gave him a big smile and walked past, leaving him to carry the suitcase that she had so recently insisted on carrying herself.
    Don Paulo said goodbye to Señor Marcos, who gave him a big wink in return and wished him many lust-filled nights. Don Paulo followed Mary out of the hotel, glad that she didn’t understand Spanish.
    Once they were in the car and on their way out of Corazon, Mary rolled down her window and put her arm out.
    “I am so happy to get out of that horrible hotel and away from that creepy hotel manager. He sounds as though he’s been castrated!” she exclaimed.
    “He has.”
    Don Paulo kept his eyes on the road, but he could see that his response had startled Mary. She was now sitting bolt upright in her seat.
    “You mean they cut off his . . .?” her voice trailed off.
    “Yes. A long time ago.”
    “But why?”
    “They wanted his father’s hotel. He refused. They didn’t manage to get hold of him, so they grabbed his son instead and took away his manhood. They said it was to teach the family a