Slightly Sinful by Yvette Hines

known who you were. Who the public knows you as.”
    “Yes, the public does know me by that name, but I am Roberto only to people who are close to me.” Moving closer, he whispered, “Those I hold dear.”
    Did she want to believe his words and trust her heart to what he implied? “Nicholas, this--”
    “ Roberto ,” he corrected, speaking his own name, rolling the 'r's, as if he were talking in Spanish, as he took a step closer.
    Her heart leaped in her chest. She stepped back with each step he took forward. Deciding not to call him anything, she began again. “This isn’t going to work. It was only--”
    “ Roberto . Say it,” he repeated, his eyes imploring her to give in as he continued his advances.
    Stumbling, she grabbed the back of her dress, holding the train away from the floor and keeping it from impeding her steps. “We can’t fool ourselves and I--”
    He was a man of a one-track mind. He called out his name to her again. “ Roberto . You had no problem saying it that night. Calling it out. Begging me to fuck you.”
    Dropping the dress, she threw her hands up between them. “Roberto, stop!”
    As if hearing his own name paralyzed him, he stopped a short distance away. Damn, everything about this man turned her on. Their little chase around the furniture had her so excited, the juices from her sex seeped onto her inner thighs, causing them to feel slick when they touched. She throbbed.
    As if he knew her body’s reaction, his eyes trailed down the length of her, pinpointing the hot area hidden behind the folds of material. His nostrils flared then he returned his gaze to hers.
    “This is more than just about a name.” Her hand lowered. “I put every beat of my heart over the years into my company, so that I could feel pride in what I accomplished.” She paused. “For you to waltz into my life and orchestrate me getting the contract as payment for me sleeping with you…” Her voice trembled, making it impossible to finish. More than anything that had happened between them, she felt used. When she’d seen him that morning at his company, the idea that she didn’t deserve the contract had pained her.
    His head tilted and he just stared at her for a long moment.
    Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she waited in expectation of his confirmation of what she had surmised.
    “Your pussy may be good. No, I correct myself. Delicious, from your clit to your sweet tight ass, but it is not that good.” His chest expanded as he took a deep breath.
    Delilah could see a sharp vein leap on the side of his forehead. He was pissed.
    He began again, his thick accent coating each word. “I am a business man, and just like you, I have put in blood, sweat, tears and more than you could ever imagine. I have sex with beautiful women all over the world, and in Cat Island, I could have had anyone. But I chose you.”
    She was just as angry, to the point that her eyes burned as if sweat rolled inside. “Unlike you, I’ve never had a problem in having my face on the cover of magazines or other places. So you want me to believe that when you saw me on Saturday, you didn’t recognize me and know that my contract sat on your office table?”
    “I knew who you were,” he confirmed.
    “Roberto, what do you want from me? I can’t lie to you. My body wants and desires you like no other man I’ve ever known. In ways I’ve never even imagined before.”
    “I want you as well, mi cereza oscura hermosa .”
    Her breath shortened and her body responded instantly to the name, making it feel as if the temperature in the room increased to the point of her wanting to peel her dress from her body. As much as she wanted him, she had to be honest with them both. “After tonight, what do we have? Nothing.” Her heart ached as she confessed the next words to him. “I didn’t go away this weekend expecting to care for anyone. But, I did. In one night, I fell for a sexy, mysterious man named Roberto Sanchez.” Her