A is for Alpha series (book 2)
Indulge your fantasies with these steamy, contemporary romances about sexy, billionaire alpha males, and the women who capture their hearts.
There’s nothing he won’t do…
Searching for adventure, Chloe doesn’t expect to find it in the dark, sexy man who makes his desire—and his intentions to bed her—blatantly clear. Working at one of Spain’s most exclusive resorts, she soon discovers her new lover isn’t just a guest, but the powerful and ruthless owner.
Hotel tycoon Andrés Montero’s reputation as Spain’s most elusive bachelor billionaire is slow to trust. And when Andres believes his relationship with Chloe is born from a more sinister purpose, he ends their affair with the harshness of a business deal gone sour.
But the realization that Chloe is carrying his baby brings Andrés back into her life, and there’s nothing he won’t do to protect his unborn child—and claim the woman he still secretly desires. Even if he must resort to blackmail.
With his body still burning with the need to touch her, Andrés gave a slight lift of his shoulder and gestured for her to step out.
“Sí, I will take you home.”
When she didn’t move, Andrés moved around her, stepped out and then took her arm to pull her from the limo.
“What are you doing?” her voice sharpened with alarm and she struggled to keep up as he guided her to the plane. “Andrés?”
“Taking you home,” he said flatly, hoping to avoid any confrontation, but knowing he was being idealistic.
“On a plane? I live ten minutes from the restaurant!” She tugged at her arm and dug her feet into the ground.
“If you think for one moment I’m getting on that plane, then you’re obviously nuts.”
Andrés stopped and turned on his heel to face her, gripping both her elbows and putting his face next to hers.
“Basta!! You will get on that plane, Chloe, if I have to carry you onto it,” he said resolutely. There was no room to be gentle or let her try to talk her way out of this. If he gave even an inch, he had no way of guaranteeing the safety of his child.
She grew so pale he almost hoped she’d faint. Then he could simply scoop her up and carry her onto the plane without incident. But then she shook her head, her eyes sparking with fury.
“I don’t care how much money you have, you can’t just do whatever you want.” She tried to jerk free, but he tightened his grip.
“You know that I can, Chloe.”
“I’ll scream,” she threatened as the panic settled into her eyes now.
“And who do you think will come to your aid? Everyone around you is employed by me,” he reminded her. “Do you really think they would go against my wishes to help you? Besides, they’ve been informed that you are reluctant to come with me, but are depressed and at risk of hurting yourself.”
“They’ll never believe that!”
She stared at him for a moment, dismay still bright in her gaze. He watched as her lips began to tremble and her expression shifted into one of helplessness. For a moment, he hesitated, but then he reminded himself he was doing this for the wellbeing of his child. A child whom he would protect at any cost. It had nothing to do with how he felt about Chloe. He clenched his jaw. There was very little he felt for her beyond lust and anger.
But he knew that was a lie by the way his stomach clenched. Shoving aside the possibility of anything more he might feel for her, he muttered, “Make a decision, Chloe. Will I carry you, or will you walk willingly?”
She pulled from his grasp, her mouth tight. “I’ll walk.”
He allowed her to step past him, her steps almost wooden as she climbed the stairs to enter the fuselage of the plane.
It was only when she was belted into the seat across from him and the plane taxied down the runway did she finally turn to look at him.
“Why are you doing this, Andrés? What do you want from me?”
The tension left his body now that she was safely on his plane and they were airborne. “I have already told you.”
“You can’t be serious about marrying me,” she cried with exasperation.
“I’m quite serious.” From the moment he’d seen her again, realized how much he wanted her still, he’d concluded marriage was the most sensible solution.
Twin flames of color flared in her cheek. “Well I won’t do it.”
“Fine. Then you will be my mistress,” he called her bluff and offered a casual shrug. “Either position will have you lying beneath me in my bed. It, of course, is your choice, Chloe, I simply thought you would prefer the idea of marital bliss.”
“Well, I choose neither, and if you think I would ever consider sleeping with you again, you’re completely delusional.”
Andrés gave a soft chuckle at the image she made. Her shoulders quaked and her eyes flashed fire, but even truly livid with anger, Chloe was difficult to take seriously. In her just-off- the-farm style dress and braided hair, she was simply a combination of sexy and adorable.
With the plane having leveled off he had the urge to pull her onto his lap and kiss away the rigid scowl that marred her face. The blood in his body moved south and his amusement vanished, his smile faded. Dammit. What was wrong with him? Would he ever stop wanting her with this mindless ferocity?
It didn’t matter. He would have her regardless. And the sooner she accepted it, the better.
“Let me be clear, Chloe. You will be with me so I can keep an eye on both you and my child that you carry.” He unfastened his belt and came to sit in the seat next to her. Reaching up, he cupped her cheek and slid his thumb into the crease of her lips. “And if you think that I will be content to spend my nights without you in my bed, then you, cariño, are the one who is delusional.”
Her head moved in denial, even as awareness flickered in her gaze and he felt her exhale a ragged hot breath on the pad of his thumb.
“I won’t,” she whispered.
He didn’t reply, just lowered his head to silence any more feeble protests. She struggled to break away from his kiss, but he followed her lips with his own, piercing his tongue into her mouth and claiming her.
She fought for only a moment, before letting out a groan of frustration and leaning into him, returning the kiss with a heat he recognized all too well. With a growl of triumph, he unfastened her seatbelt and pulled her onto his lap.
He’d meant to maintain control. To distance himself from a kiss that was simply to prove her how much she wanted him. How compatible they were on this level. But tasting her, feeling the press of Chloe’s curves against his hardness, put his control on a volatile foundation.