Nacho Figueras Presents by Jessica Whitman Read Free Book Online

her audience. Alejandro took that as his cue, quickly excusing himself before he was caught up in another round of unbearably inane conversation.
    He wound his way through the crowd, past women sporting spray-on dresses and customer service smiles, and sought out his teammates.
    He strode over toward his brother, laid one hand on his shoulder, and took the champagne from his hand. He spoke to him in quick, low Spanish. “ Che, hermano , I thought we agreed not to drink during the season?”
    Sebastian shrugged, then smiled and answered him in English. “I think maybe you agreed to that, Jandro. Not me. I’d never let free champagne go to waste.” He plucked the drink back from Alejandro’s hand and drained it.
    Alejandro shook his head. Sebastian had more natural talent than any player he knew but sometimes seemed ready to piss it away with partying, and he was enabled by Rory, who never met a good time he didn’t like. But after another defeat, with all eyes on them, someone had to set a standard.
    Apparently Sebastian recognized the look in his brother’s eyes and cut off the lecture before it began. “Before you start in on family honor, big brother, let me introduce you to some friends.” Sebastian turned toward the group. “You know Beau, of course, and this is Billy.”
    Alejandro nodded as the sleek, dark-skinned man on Beau’s arm shook his hand.
    “And this is Billy’s friend Georgia.”
    Alejandro felt his breath catch in his chest. The woman smiling up at him was not Sebastian or Rory’s typical stick chick. In fact, Alejandro had never seen anyone like her in Wellington before. In a room full of women working their surgically enhanced assets to the max, she stood out in her simplicity. Tawny, golden brown hair was pinned up in messy curls; warm, hazel eyes met his with intelligent curiosity. Her luminous skin appeared to be free of makeup, except for a faint hint of red on her full lips. She wore a simple tank and wide-legged trousers that showed off the strong, clean lines of her generous curves. He almost smiled to see that, instead of expensive wedge sandals or designer riding boots, she wore a pair of little red sneakers on her feet.
    He had a sudden unsummoned image of what it would be like to wake up next to her, the curls tumbling down her naked back, that beautiful, creamy skin bare from head to toe…
    “Hello,” she said, extending a hand. “Georgia Fellowes.” Her voice was low and appealing.
    “Pleased to meet you, Ms. Fellowes . I am Alejandro Del Campo.” He took her small hand in his and felt his whole body tighten in response to her fingers’ touch.
    Her pale cheeks flushed a delicate, petal pink. He looked at her eyes, trying to decide if they were dark green or hazel. They seemed to change with the light.
    “I know,” she said, and blushed even deeper.
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    Ugh , thought Georgia as she snatched back her hand, rookie mistake. Could she be any more embarrassing—confusing celebrity for familiarity? Just because she knew who he was didn’t mean she actually knew the man. She hoped he didn’t think she was one of the countless polo groupies stalking the grounds.
    God, he was good looking, though. Not in a flashy way like his brother. There was nothing flirty or boyish about him at all. He was entirely a man. He was taller and had broader shoulders than Sebastian. His skin was a slightly darker shade of gold. Sebastian was obviously athletic, but Alejandro moved with a deeply coiled strength and power, the muscles in his chest and arms straining against his form-fitting polo shirt. She couldn’t help glancing down at his tight white jeans, at his long legs and taut thighs, his polished knee-high boots, the way the fabric stretched tantalizingly over the considerable bulge at his crotch. She blinked rapidly, willing herself to look back at his face. His mouth was not his brother’s either, both more generous and yet more severe. But it was his eyes that were the most