is what she was looking for.
Glaring at his reflection,
she slammed down the brush before rising. Ignoring him she stalked towards the
bed and discarded of the silk robe. When Alejandro’s muscular arms circled her
from behind, she smiled to herself. Yes, she knew just how to work this man.
There was nothing wrong in using what the good lord gave her to get her husband
to open his eyes.
“I am sorry, please forgive
me.” He whispered into her neck.
Now she would speak. “I am
disappointed in you, Alejandro. You and I have each other. We love each other.
Why would you want any less for our son?”
Spinning her in his embrace,
Alejandro looked down into her face. Lauralyn swore this man hadn’t change in
thirty odd years. He looked just as he did when she had first seen him tending
the fields, naked from the waist up.
Even now after all these
years he could still affect her senses just by being this close. Concentration
became a difficult thing when she faced him like this, his bare chest in her
line of sight but she would not falter. Tonight she was on a mission. When it
was completed only then she would succumb to her other desires. It
didn’t matter that those grey eyes were already beginning to turn her feet to
goo.
“I am a stubborn man, Laura,
you know that. In my mind, I am only doing what is right for Rafe.”
“In your mind,
Alejandro, but in reality it is not good. If our son has a chance of true love,
I want him to go after it. I prefer to see my son happy and never have one
grandchild than to see him this miserable. As much as I would like a little
baby to play with, I want my son to be happy. All I am asking my husband is for
you to support him.” She spoke, but her hands were busy making its way down his
chest. Beneath her hand she could feel the rhythm of his heart as she began to
work her magic. She smiled wickedly at her husband when he closed his eyes as
her hand travelled lower.
“Sí, if this is what you want—then I will support it, my
love.”
That is why she was such a
happy woman. This man loved her and it was never hard to get him to see reason.
So what if she used her feminine charm to get it? At the end of the day they
both would be thoroughly satisfied and happy.
****
Rafe couldn’t go back to the
house anytime soon, his temper threatening to erupt whenever he thought of his
argument with his father the previous night. He had been completely out of
line, trying to force Rafe to marry Sarafina out of duty, and then insulting
him further by calling Dahlia a strumpet. If only he knew how far from the
truth he was.
Lauralyn was already seated
at the table when he arrived at the little restaurant. Pleased to see him she
greeted her son in the usual way—with a kiss.
“How are you, my son?”
“I am fine Mom; do not worry
too much about me. How is Papá?” He waved away her concern.
“You know your father, Rafe.
He thinks he’s always right. Give him some time to cool off.”
“I thought that he of all
people would understand, considering what he went through with Grandfather.”
“Your father is a proud man,
Rafe. Even if he realized his actions were uncalled for, you will not get him
to admit it. But enough about your father, tell me about this Dahlia. ¿Cómo es?” Lauralyn encouraged. She was anxious to learn more about this girl. The name
sounded rather exotic. Did her son have the same desires for a hot blooded mate
as she did? She stifled an embarrassed smiled.
“Ah, Mamá, Dahlia is
enchanting. From the very first moment I laid eyes on her, I knew there was
something special about her.”
Lauralyn observed her son’s
face come alive, a total transformation of the man that had greeted her not
less than five minutes ago. So she was right, this woman was special to him. She
listened as Rafe continued.
“Her eyes are the color of
cocoa beans, her skin as smooth as silk. Her hair is so long and soft and when
she smiles...” The rest of the conversation
Glaring at his reflection,
she slammed down the brush before rising. Ignoring him she stalked towards the
bed and discarded of the silk robe. When Alejandro’s muscular arms circled her
from behind, she smiled to herself. Yes, she knew just how to work this man.
There was nothing wrong in using what the good lord gave her to get her husband
to open his eyes.
“I am sorry, please forgive
me.” He whispered into her neck.
Now she would speak. “I am
disappointed in you, Alejandro. You and I have each other. We love each other.
Why would you want any less for our son?”
Spinning her in his embrace,
Alejandro looked down into her face. Lauralyn swore this man hadn’t change in
thirty odd years. He looked just as he did when she had first seen him tending
the fields, naked from the waist up.
Even now after all these
years he could still affect her senses just by being this close. Concentration
became a difficult thing when she faced him like this, his bare chest in her
line of sight but she would not falter. Tonight she was on a mission. When it
was completed only then she would succumb to her other desires. It
didn’t matter that those grey eyes were already beginning to turn her feet to
goo.
“I am a stubborn man, Laura,
you know that. In my mind, I am only doing what is right for Rafe.”
“In your mind,
Alejandro, but in reality it is not good. If our son has a chance of true love,
I want him to go after it. I prefer to see my son happy and never have one
grandchild than to see him this miserable. As much as I would like a little
baby to play with, I want my son to be happy. All I am asking my husband is for
you to support him.” She spoke, but her hands were busy making its way down his
chest. Beneath her hand she could feel the rhythm of his heart as she began to
work her magic. She smiled wickedly at her husband when he closed his eyes as
her hand travelled lower.
“Sí, if this is what you want—then I will support it, my
love.”
That is why she was such a
happy woman. This man loved her and it was never hard to get him to see reason.
So what if she used her feminine charm to get it? At the end of the day they
both would be thoroughly satisfied and happy.
****
Rafe couldn’t go back to the
house anytime soon, his temper threatening to erupt whenever he thought of his
argument with his father the previous night. He had been completely out of
line, trying to force Rafe to marry Sarafina out of duty, and then insulting
him further by calling Dahlia a strumpet. If only he knew how far from the
truth he was.
Lauralyn was already seated
at the table when he arrived at the little restaurant. Pleased to see him she
greeted her son in the usual way—with a kiss.
“How are you, my son?”
“I am fine Mom; do not worry
too much about me. How is Papá?” He waved away her concern.
“You know your father, Rafe.
He thinks he’s always right. Give him some time to cool off.”
“I thought that he of all
people would understand, considering what he went through with Grandfather.”
“Your father is a proud man,
Rafe. Even if he realized his actions were uncalled for, you will not get him
to admit it. But enough about your father, tell me about this Dahlia. ¿Cómo es?” Lauralyn encouraged. She was anxious to learn more about this girl. The name
sounded rather exotic. Did her son have the same desires for a hot blooded mate
as she did? She stifled an embarrassed smiled.
“Ah, Mamá, Dahlia is
enchanting. From the very first moment I laid eyes on her, I knew there was
something special about her.”
Lauralyn observed her son’s
face come alive, a total transformation of the man that had greeted her not
less than five minutes ago. So she was right, this woman was special to him. She
listened as Rafe continued.
“Her eyes are the color of
cocoa beans, her skin as smooth as silk. Her hair is so long and soft and when
she smiles...” The rest of the conversation
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