Taming The Wild CEO novel Chapter 25

C H A P T E R 2 3 : H E R D E S I R E

E L L A S T A N F O R D

His hands came around her, enclosing her, his palms laid flat against her back, one long thumb beginning to move in sensual massage along the exposed skin above her edge of her blouse. Ella suddenly felt breathless, she was unable to pull herself away. The moment elongated, leaving her curiously weak and intensely conscious of the firm muscles of his thighs against her legs.

A sick sensation came up into her throat and she pulled herself together and managed to move away from him, her eyes lowered in self-disgust, shuddering as she realised how she had felt from merely a touch. Previously, Javier had been apt to make one of his barbed comments on such occasions, finding things to mock about her yet he made no remark on what had happened and this left her puzzled and surprised. He then shock her even further by half turning away from her as the lift came to a halt.

It caused her to wonder whether he was completely unaware of what she had felt for him. Shaking all those unimportant thoughts away, she followed him across the wide, busy foyer and into the spacious dining-room. The dining room was half empty at this early hour. It looked out on to the sea front, tubs of plants were lining the steps beyond the window where Ella could see people walking in a lazy fashion along the pavement.

One of the standby waiters greeted them and brought them to a table near the window where they sat down facing each other. Unwilling to risk meeting Javier’s eyes, Ella pretended to be absorbed in the view. When the menu was handed to her she was able to hide behind that, nervousness prickling in her throat.

The food arrived soon after and they ate in comparative silence, avoiding looking at each other. He had ordered an excellent wine with medium rare steak. Despite her protests, he insisted on topping up her glass from time to time. Albeit she drank very little, the wine began to affect her, making her relax as the meal progressed, giving her false courage, so that she felt able to meet his unreadable piercing blue eyes.

Deciding that his brother might be a safe topic of conversation, she dared herself to open a conversation. “Will you visit your brother while you are here? Since you said it is only two hours away and we will be staying until the end of the week, you might be able to spend time with him.”

He looked up from the edge of his glass, his eyes narrowing. “I will certainly give him a call,” he answered.

“You are not going to meet him? Don’t you miss him?”

“Oh, I do miss him. Terribly.” He slid his gaze down but Ella caught the longing in his eyes before he could even hide it. “But whether he will allow me to visit him is another matter.”

“Why is that?”

“He does not like having guests at his place.”

Ella frowned. She did not have any siblings but she could not comprehend how someone would not like having their family — whom they had not met in a while — at their place. “But you are family,” she said, barely could suppress the incredulous tone in her voice.

“Still.”

“Even to see you?” she asked teasingly.

“Even to see me,” he assented drily.

She looked at him curiously. “Don't you get along with your brother?” She bit her lip, realizing a little too late that that question was too personal and they were not that close. “I am sorry. I shouldn't have asked.”

“Whyever not?” He shrugged. “And to answer your question, yes, I get on with him well enough. But we have our own lives and we make it a rule never to interfere with each other.”

She frowned. It was so unlike the sort of family life she imagined his would be. Yes, she was offended when they had looked down on her but after giving it another thought, she could somehow understand them. Surely with a family as powerful as his and money as much as his, they probably felt a little protective over him. And she could not blame them for being suspicious over ladies who may have ulterior motive. Still though, she did not expect their relationship to be this strained. If they were worried that meant they cared so why on earth there was one sibling who tucked all the way here in Italy. “But he is your brother.” Her tone revealed her disbelief and disapproval.

He smiled grimly, tilting his head to one side. “That does not make it necessary for us to live in each other’s pockets.”

“You probably hurt his feelings by being so indifferent,” she commented, her dark eyes critical. “You do know that sometimes it is hard to tell whether you are aware that you are being ignorant or whether you truly are ignorant, right?”

“Who said I was being indifferent?” he asked. “If I thought for a moment that he needed me I would drop everything and go to him at once. He is my big brother and I grew up with him. I care for him,” he narrowed his eyes then added, “despite your accusation. And Piers knows that too. I know he would come should I need him too.” His gaze measured her comprehension coolly. “All families are not identical, you know. Just because mine might not run the same as yours, does not mean that there is something wrong with it.”

“I am sorry,” she said solemnly.

“Don’t be.” He shrugged without a care. “Anyway, what about yours?” he asked her, his mouth dented.

Her eyes saddened. “I only have my mom,” she answered.

The blue ocean eyes narrowed on her face in hard observation. “That is it?” he asked, accepting the smooth chocolate mousse the waiter brought him with a nod.

“Yeah.” She nodded her head. “Well, I am not sure about my dad but my mom only has a sister but my mom is not close with her. My aunt always judges my mum for having me.” She waved her hand as if it did not matter. “It was a long time ago anyway.” She began to eat her own sweet, a fluffy concoction of soft strawberries and ice-cream embedded in whipped cream. It was too sweet for her taste, and after a while she pushed it away.

“So you only live with your mother?” he persisted, finishing his own course and leaning back.

She did not reply and after a while, he dropped the subject. A waiter appeared, bowing, and they both ordered coffee.

“Do you really think jeans are suitable for the beach?” Ella asked, aware, as she watched his hands, that she was alarmed at the idea of spending time with him in such relaxing surroundings.

He looked at her over his cup, a smile smouldered in the depths of the silvery eyes. “I guess we will have to see about that later,” he said ambiguously.

As they crossed the foyer after lunch he look her elbow and guided her towards the hotel shop which held pride of place at the hack of the carpeted floor. Feeling puzzled and slightly curious, she allowed him to guide her through the door and wondered if he was going to buy a gift for his brother as the svelte young assistant sauntered towards them.

Yet when he finally opened his mouth, it was to say something she did not anticipate. “A bikini for the young lady,” Javier murmured.

“Wait, what? No!” Ella exclaimed, flushing. “I honestly do not think I need a bikini.”

He smiled at the assistant and nodded at one bikini on a mannequin. “That one will do. Could you please get one with her size?”

Ella’s eyes widened in horror as she finally get a full glimpse of it. She had never worn anything so revealing in her life. “Woah, absolutely not,” she said again, louder this time and in deeper rejection.