‘Luisa.’ He stood before her, wide shoulders filling the open doorway, his voice smooth like dark chocolate with a hint of spice as he lingered on her name.
A tremor rippled through her as she responded to the exotic sound of her name on his tongue. It maddened her that she should react so. She pulled herself together, fiercely quelling a riot of unfamiliar emotions.
‘Your Highness.’ She gripped the door hard. ‘Why are you here? We finished our business yesterday.’ Surely he had VIPs to see, deals to forge, women to seduce.
He bent over her hand in another courtly almost-kiss that knotted her stomach. She had to remind herself not to be impressed by surface charm. Been there, done that.
Yet her gaze riveted on his austerely handsome face as he straightened. The flash of green fire in his eyes sent tendrils of heat curling through her. His fingers squeezed and her pulse accelerated.
‘Call me Raul.’
It went against the grain but to refuse would be churlish.
‘Raul.’ It was crazy but she could almost taste his name in her mouth, like a rich, full-bodied wine.
‘Aren’t you going to invite me in?’ One dark eyebrow rose lazily as if her obstinacy amused him. She bit down on a rude response. He must have good reason to return. The sooner she heard it the sooner he’d go.
‘Please, come in.’ She led the way to the lounge room, ignoring the jitter of nerves in her stomach.
Instead of making himself comfortable, he took up a position in front of the window. A commanding position, she noticed uneasily as premonition skittered across her nape.
She didn’t like the glint in his eye or his wide-legged stance, as if claiming her territory for his own. She stood facing him, refusing to be dominated.
‘You haven’t changed your mind?’
She lifted her chin a fraction. ‘Not if the cash comes with strings attached.’
Desperate as she was for money, she couldn’t agree.
She’d spent yesterday afternoon consulting her solicitor. There must be a way to access some of the money she was in line to inherit without giving up her life here. She didn’t trust Raul, a man with his own agenda, to be straight with her on that.
It was too soon to know, but the possibility she could negotiate enough funds to give the co-op the boost it needed had given her a better night’s sleep than she’d had in ages. It buoyed her now, strengthening her confidence.
‘Can I persuade you to reconsider?’ His mouth turned up in the barest hint of a smile, yet even that should have come with a health warning.
Her breath sawed in her throat and her pulse quickened.
Luisa thought of the enquiries being made on her behalf.
She’d be a fool to give in to his preposterous suggestion. ‘Absolutely not.’ The very thought of accepting made her ill.
‘That’s unfortunate.’ He paused so long her nerves stretched taut. ‘Very unfortunate.’ He looked grim.
Finally he reached into his jacket pocket. ‘In that case, these are for you.’
Bewildered, Luisa accepted the papers. ‘You want me to sign away my inheritance?’ She’d sign nothing without legal advice.
He shook his head. ‘Take your time. They’re self-explanatory.’
Confused, she skimmed the papers. Unlike yesterday’s, these weren’t rich parchment. They looked more like the loan documents that were the bane of her life.
Luisa forced herself to concentrate. Hard to do with his stare on her. When finally she began to understand, the world spun around her.
‘You’ve bought the co-op’s debts.’ Disbelieving, she shuffled the papers, eyes goggling. ‘All of them!’
And in one day. Each paper had yesterday’s date.
Was it even possible?
Bewildered, she looked up. The gravity of his expression convinced her more than the typed words.
Luisa sank abruptly onto the arm of a chair, her knees too wobbly to take her weight, her breath choppy.
What strings had he pulled to manage that in a single day? Luisa couldn’t conceive of such power. Yet, staring up at the man before her, she realised he wielded authority as easily as she managed a milking machine.
The realisation dried her mouth.
‘Why?’ Her voice was a hoarse rasp.
He paced closer, looming between her and the light from the window. ‘On the day you sign the documents accepting your inheritance, I’ll make a gift of them. You can rip them into confetti.’
Relief poured through her veins so suddenly she shook.
He was so obstinate! He still didn’t accept her rejection. No doubt he thought it embarrassing that the heir to a royal title was neck-deep in debt.
It was a generous gesture. One she’d compensate him for if she found a way to access the funds.
‘But I’m not going. I’m staying here.’
‘You won’t.’
Had anyone ever denied him what he wanted?
Impatient energy radiated off him. And that chin—she’d never seen a more determined face.
Luisa stood. She needed to assert herself and end this nonsense. It was time he accepted she knew her mind. ‘I’ve got no plans to leave.’
He held her gaze as the seconds stretched out. His expression didn’t change but a frisson of anxiety skipped up her back, like a spider dancing on her vertebrae.
‘Knowing how committed you are to the well-being of your family and friends, I’m sure you’ll change your mind.’ His voice held steel beneath the deep velvet inflection. ‘Unless you want them to lose everything.’
He spoke so matter-of-factly it took a moment to register the threat.
Luisa’s face froze and a gasp caught inside as her throat closed convulsively.
Blackmail?
She opened her mouth but no sound emerged. Paper cascaded to the floor from her trembling hands.
‘You … can’t be serious!’
Slowly he shook his head. ‘Never more so, Luisa.’
‘Don’t call me that!’ The way he said her name, with the same lilting accent her mother had used, was like a travesty of a familiar endearment.
‘Princess Luisa, then.’
She took a furious step forward, her hands clenching in frustration. ‘This has to be a joke.’ But no humour showed on his stern features. ‘You can’t foreclose! You’d destroy the livelihood of a dozen families.’ And her father’s dream. What she had worked for most of her life.
After she’d returned home to nurse her mother, Luisa had never found time to go back and finish school. Instead she’d stayed on to help her father, who’d never fully recovered from the loss of his wife.
‘The decision is yours. You can save them, if they mean as much as you claim.’
He meant it! The grim determination in his granite-set jaw was nothing to the resolution in his glittering eyes.
‘But … why?’ Luisa shook her head, trying to find sense in a world turned topsy-turvy. ‘You can find another heir, someone who’d be thrilled to live the life you’re offering.’ Someone happy to give up her soul for the riches he promised. ‘I’m not princess material!’
The gleam in his eyes suggested he agreed.
‘There is no one else, Luisa. You are the princess.’
‘You can’t dictate my future!’ Luisa planted her hands on her hips, letting defiance mask her sudden fear. ‘Why are you getting so personally involved?’
When her grandfather had made contact it had been through emissaries. He hadn’t come to her. Yet Raul as crown prince was far more important than her grandfather.