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Eiffel Tower. Paris slid around them,gorgeous and outrageously seductive. Yet still the tension twisted through her.
    She and Raul were the only passengers.
    Another reminder of what his wealth could buy.
    Like her clothes. Stylish black wool trousers and a chic winter-weight cream tunic. Boots and a long coat of leather so soft she had to force herself not to keep smoothing her hands over it. A designer silk scarf in indigo and burnt orange that brought colour to her cheeks.
    Except her cheeks burned anyway, remembering the designer’s whispered asides to his assistant about Luisa’s shape, size, posture and walk. Her posture was good, apparently, but her walk! A stride, like a man’s. And she had no notion how to carry off a dress. None!
    Yet, despite being an apparently insurmountable challenge, she’d been transformed.
    Not that Raul had noticed. He’d escorted her to the car with barely a word. Luisa’s bruised pride had been lacerated that he hadn’t commented on her appearance. Clearly it was a matter of the utmost indifference to him.
    And this the man who’d spoken of marriage!
    She drew a slow breath. Once in Maritz she’d consult local lawyers. There must be a way out of the wedding contract. Fear scudded through her at the idea of marrying—
    ‘You’re enjoying yourself?’ In the darkness she saw movement as Raul stood beside her. A trickle of heat warmed her belly and she swallowed hard. She hated the way her traitorous body responded yet she couldn’t douse her excitement. Even in her teens, bowled over by what she thought was love, she hadn’t felt this way.
    ‘The city is beautiful. Thank you for the cruise.’
    ‘So you admit there are benefits to our arrangement?’
    His satisfied smile set her teeth on edge. He took credit for the beauty of the city, forgetting the blackmail that had forced her hand! It was a relief to let her frustration and indignation surge to the surface.
    ‘They don’t outweigh the negatives.’
    He made an abrupt movement with one hand, a rare sign of impatience that surprised her. Usually he was so calm. ‘You refuse to be pleased, no matter what you are offered.’
    ‘I don’t recall any
offer.
That implies choice.’
    ‘You would rather be with your precious cows instead of here?’ His wide gesture encompassed the magical vista. ‘I give you the chance to be
queen.’
    ‘By
marrying
you!’ She backed a step. ‘I’ll go with you to Maritz, but as for marriage …’ Luisa shook her head.
    The sharp glimmer of his stare triggered her innermost anxieties, releasing a tumble of words. ‘You can’t give me anything I truly desire!’
    Years before a man had tried to take her, not out of passion, but calculating ambition. It had left her feeling unclean. That was when she’d decided she’d never settle for anything less than love.
    ‘I want to marry a man who makes my heart race and my blood sing—’
    Strong hands closed on her upper arms and she gaped up at the starkly sculpted face suddenly so close. A passing light played over him. Far from being coolly remote, heat ignited in Raul’s eyes. His expression sent adrenalin surging.
    His head lowered and his warm breath feathered her face.
    ‘Like this, you mean?’

CHAPTER FOUR
    R AUL’S mouth claimed Luisa’s, pressing, demanding, till on a gasp her lips parted and he took possession.
    Too late he realised his mistake.
    The spark of indignation and guilt that had urged him to silence her grievances flared higher. Hotter. Brighter. He tasted her and heat shimmered, molten in his blood. He delved into her sweet, lush mouth and discovered something unexpected.
    Something unique.
    He slanted his mouth, demanding better access. Needing more. A ripple of stunned pleasure reverberated through him. He’d suspected almost from the start that there was something unique about Luisa. But this …!
    His tongue slicked across hers, laved and slid and explored and there it was again.
    An excitement, an