Heat of Passion
Pamela Yaye
Their affair is this exclusive resort's best-kept secret Beautiful, ambitious Robyn Henderson fought hard for her place in the sun. Now Belleza Resort's head event planner is getting ready to pull off the charity event of the season. But when a series of bizarre incidents befall the desert retreat and suspicion points at LA restaurateur Sean Parker, Robyn is convinced he's innocent. And now her boss's brotherand secret crushis drawing her into a sizzling taboo affair. Sean's return to the family fold is fraught with pitfalls, especially when he's wrongly accused. His most passionate ally is his sister's best friend, a woman Sean has crushed on for years. Aching to make their undercover romance public, he fights to clear his name. As a vengeful adversary plots to destroy his family's lasting legacy, Sean must decide where his future lies. But can he also convince Robyn to trust in their love?
Their affair is this exclusive resort’s best-kept secret
Beautiful, ambitious Robyn Henderson fought hard for her place in the sun. Now Belleza Resort’s head event planner is getting ready to pull off the charity event of the season. But when a series of bizarre incidents befall the desert retreat and suspicion points at LA restaurateur Sean Parker, Robyn is convinced he’s innocent. And now her boss’s brother–and secret crush–is drawing her into a sizzling taboo affair.
Sean’s return to the family fold is fraught with pitfalls, especially when he’s wrongly accused. His most passionate ally is his sister’s best friend, a woman Sean has crushed on for years. Aching to make their undercover romance public, he fights to clear his name. As a vengeful adversary plots to destroy his family’s lasting legacy, Sean must decide where his future lies. But can he also convince Robyn to trust in their love?
“I need you in my life, and I’m not afraid to admit it.”
Electricity crackled in the air, engulfed every inch of the apartment. Robyn felt it, and she knew he did, too, when he trailed a finger down her shoulder. Earlier, while Sean was setting the table for dinner, she’d changed into a short sleeveless sundress. Her outfit wasn’t sexy, but that’s how she felt every time Sean touched her.
She had to force her thoughts to form, her words to pass her suddenly dry lips. “Things are moving too fast.”
“We didn’t meet a couple days ago,” he pointed out. “We’ve known each other for years.”
Robyn couldn’t dispute that.
“I’ve had feelings for you from day one, but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I’m older and wiser, and I know exactly what I want. It’s you, Robyn. I won’t give up on us,” he vowed, lowering his face to hers.
Pressing her hands flat against his chest, she stepped back, out of reach, tried valiantly to keep him at bay. “There is no ‘us.’”
“You’re wrong. There is.”
Robyn opened her mouth, but her protest died on her lips. Before she knew what was happening, Sean grabbed her waist, spun her around and backed her up against the wall.
“I have feelings for you, and I won’t stop until you’re mine.”
Dear Reader (#ulink_142ed269-7fbf-5bb0-8bc1-44c76b2eee1a),
The best thing about writing the California Desert Dreams series was all of the great telephone conversations I had with Yahrah St. John (Heat Wave of Desire, June 2015) and Lisa Marie Perry (Hot Summer Nights, July 2015). We didn’t know each other prior to writing the series but we instantly hit it off and I now consider them friends. We worked closely together on this project and I hope you’ll agree that we hit this miniseries out of the park.
Chef extraordinaire Sean Parker is a force to be reckoned with. The more Robyn Henderson tries to resist him, the more he pursues her. And the night Sean arrives unannounced at her resort condo—with dinner, wine and her favorite dessert—Robyn falls victim to her desires and unleashes her inner passion.
Hence the title of this book.
Heat of Passion is a heartfelt love story, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I listened to a lot of Marvin Gaye and Teddy Pendergrass while writing Sean and Robyn’s story, so get ready for a sensual, erotic ride.
I dedicate this book to YOU (loyal readers). Thank you for supporting Mills & Boon Kimani Romance. Your friendship and encouragement mean the world to me, and with each book I hope to make you proud.
All the best in life and love,
Pamela Yaye
Heat of Passion
Pamela Yaye
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
PAMELA YAYE has a bachelor’s degree in Christian education. Her love for African-American fiction prompted her to pursue a career in writing romance. When she’s not working on her latest novel, this busy wife, mother and teacher is watching basketball, cooking or planning her next vacation. Pamela lives in Alberta, Canada, with her gorgeous husband and adorable, but mischievous, son and daughter.
Contents
Cover (#u4990b442-9462-5ba1-860e-89c7e061063a)
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Introduction (#u1cda4320-d8ed-542c-8e9a-527e1e5304d4)
Dear Reader (#uf5ad10c5-8b94-51a6-b327-74ab544bdd64)
Title Page (#u094e045e-6102-53fa-b6d5-2e4d8eb610a6)
About the Author (#uf9b80567-4755-5594-8eb2-e933a5de721b)
Chapter 1 (#u6531582a-4e7b-5d71-8e0d-44ed49f731a0)
Chapter 2 (#udab5ebbb-b878-51a6-af4b-97a01308805c)
Chapter 3 (#u8e020446-b5ed-5c58-a127-15fcac116180)
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Chapter 1 (#ulink_72367cdb-694c-5467-b7a2-8945db31aecb)
The lie rolled so smoothly off Robyn Henderson’s tongue she almost believed it herself. “I got tired of being cooped up in the office, so I’m treating myself to lunch,” Robyn said, parking her yellow Volkswagen Beetle outside the trendy restaurant praised for its eclectic menu and decor. “I’m checking out the new steak bar near the resort everyone’s been raving about.”
Kimberly Parker couldn’t be fooled. She knew Robyn too well. “You won’t even go shopping alone, so there’s no way in hell you’re eating by yourself at a five-star restaurant. So, seriously, where are you?”
Taking off her seat belt, she listened with half an ear as Kim grilled her about her whereabouts. Kim was not only her boss, but also her best friend. They’d known each other since their boarding-school days at Merriweather Academy, an all-girls school in Massachusetts. Robyn’s scholarship essay, and letters of recommendation from her teachers, which highlighted her abilities, talents, academic history and community service, had helped her win a scholarship to the prestigious school. They had bonded over their shared interests, and soon were joined at the hip.
Robyn loved Kim like a sister and was thrilled they worked together at the Parker family hotel, the Belleza Resort and Spa, but she couldn’t tell her the truth. Not if she wanted to keep her job and their fourteen-year friendship intact. The less Kim knew about her LA lunch date, the better. “Fine, if you must know, I’m meeting a friend for lunch.”
“A friend, huh?” she repeated, her tone filled with disbelief. “Anyone I know?”
“I’ll be back at the Belleza in a couple hours. We’ll talk then.”
“No, we’ll talk now. What’s his name? What does he do for a living? Are you interested in him romantically, or is he strictly a friend?”
Robyn strangled a sigh. Kim should have become a lawyer instead of a hotel general manager, because when it came to unearthing the truth, no one did it better. She was intelligent and perceptive, and it was times like this Robyn wished her bestie didn’t know her so well. Their daily habit was to work out and have breakfast poolside, and because she’d failed to mention her plans to Kim that morning, her friend was giving her a hard time. Robyn sucked at lying, couldn’t spin a convincing tale if her life depended on it; she knew Kim could see right through her. Faced with few options, she did what anyone else in her situation would do: she lied like a felon with his third strike. “It’s nothing, really, I—”
“Are you meeting Erik? Is that why you’re being evasive?”
Robyn’s good mood fizzled at the mention of Erik Cutler’s name. Thinking about her former colleague—the outgoing finance manager she’d befriended months earlier—made her cringe with shame. How could she have been so stupid? she wondered, overcome with guilt. If not for Kim going to bat for her with her dad, she probably would have been fired.
Blowing out a deep breath, she inwardly scolded herself for allowing her ego to cloud her judgment. What had she been thinking? She should have known better. Determined to put the incident behind her—along with that terse, two-hour meeting she’d had with Kurt Parker—she shook off her thoughts and grabbed her purse off the passenger seat.
“You have to sever ties with Erik and move on.” Kim spoke in a sympathetic voice, but her frustration was evident. “He’s an opportunist, and you can do much better. You’re a smart, successful woman who can have any guy she wants.”
If that was the case, I’d be Mrs. Sean Parker.
“Tell me the truth,” Kim urged her. “I promise I won’t be mad.”
“I’m not meeting Erik,” Robyn insisted, adamantly shaking her head even though her best friend couldn’t see her. “I haven’t spoken to him in months, and I don’t plan to.”
“Then who’s your mystery date?”
“A guy I met at a charity event last spring.” Another lie, another fresh wave of guilt. As an only child, Robyn considered her friends Kimberly Parker and Gabrielle Royce as family, the sisters she didn’t have. She hated lying to Kim, but if her girlfriend knew the truth, she’d be pissed, and Robyn didn’t want to upset her best friend.
“How are things going at the office?” she asked, desperate to change the subject. Over the past few months, there had been suspicious incidents at the Belleza. Kim and her parents were certain that someone with an ax to grind was trying to ruin the resort and had contacted the authorities to launch a criminal investigation. “Are you still meeting with detectives this afternoon?”
“Yeah, and I hope they’ve finally cracked the case, because planning my wedding and running the resort under these circumstances is incredibly stressful,” she said, her voice strained with tension and frustration. “Would you believe the new front desk manager actually asked me about the curse of the Belleza during our meeting? It took everything in me not to roll my eyes.”
Robyn groaned. The Belleza curse was a tall tale that dated back to the hotel’s beginnings as the Belleza Inn in the late fifties. Back then, even though there was a lot of talk about an alleged buried treasure on the premises, nothing was ever found. The theory was that anytime someone got close to discovering it, something bad would happen to them. Robyn—like Kim and Gabby—was too much of a realist to put any stock in the possibility that ghosts trying to protect their buried treasure were haunting the hotel. What worried her was that there might be a real, flesh-and-blood person out there trying to destroy the Belleza. Or worse, out to harm the Parker family.
“How does Diego know about the Belleza curse? He hasn’t been at the resort long.”
“Your guess is as good as mine, but if I was a betting woman, I’d put my money on Jonah.” The hotel’s old bartender loved to entertain guests and staff with outrageous stories.
“Hang in there, Kim. This will soon be over. I’m sure of it.”
“You’re right, and then I can devote all my time and energy to my groom-to-be.”
Robyn laughed, marveling at how much her friend had changed since meeting her kind, soft-spoken fiancé, Jaxon Dunham.
Seeing the time on her dashboard, she stepped out of the car and activated the alarm. “I have to go. We’ll talk later, okay?”
“Just make sure you’re at Diva’s Beauty Salon by three o’clock. It’s our last consultation before the wedding, and I need everyone in the bridal party there.”
“How can I forget when you programmed the appointment into my phone?” she teased, unable to resist poking fun at her friend. “Don’t worry, Bridezilla. I’ll be there.”
“Don’t hate. Congratulate!” Kim’s effervescent laugh filled the line. “I’m so excited about getting married I feel like I’m going to burst. I can’t wait to become Mrs. Jaxon Dunham.”
And, I can’t wait to see your handsome brother!
“Have a good one. I’ll see you later.” Robyn took out her earpiece, dropped it inside her handbag and adjusted her belted, raspberry-colored dress. It had a modest side split and a loose fit. Robyn wished she was wearing something tighter, something that played up her curves, but Sean had invited her to lunch at the end of their conversation that morning, and changing in the middle of the workday would have raised suspicion. Besides, this wasn’t a date. Kim and her older brother, Sean, had been at odds for months. He’d been estranged from his family ever since Kim was awarded control of the Belleza. They’d run into each other at a Colombian restaurant recently, but didn’t say more than a few words to each other. Enough was enough. In light of what was happening at the resort, Kim needed Sean now more than ever. Robyn had reached out to Sean, determined to reunite the embittered siblings, no matter what.
As Robyn strode through the parking lot, her conversation with Sean played in her mind. When she’d called to tell him about the suspicious incidents at the Belleza, he’d suggested they meet at a restaurant thirty minutes away from the resort. Ironically, the establishment was near The Pinnacle, the Belleza’s competitor, which was due to open at the end of the month. Robyn wondered if his choice was merely coincidental or if something sinister was going on, but she quickly dismissed that last thought. Spotting Sean’s car—a sleek, midnight-blue Porsche Boxer with personalized license plates that read CALILUV—parked beside the lamppost, she felt a rush of excitement. At the thought of him, her heart hammered in her chest, and a shiver ran down her spine.
Ignoring the deafening sound of her pulse, she straightened her shoulders and walked purposefully toward the restaurant. The sun was intense, raining down from the sky with unrelenting mercy, but Robyn didn’t mind the sweltering August heat. Though she was born and raised in New York and hadn’t moved to California until after her college graduation, Robyn couldn’t imagine ever living anywhere else. She loved swimming and surfing and spending hours at Laguna Beach, relaxing in the hot sun. But it had been weeks since she’d had a weekend off to enjoy those activities.
“Welcome to The Palms,” the hostess said, flashing a pageant smile.
Robyn was struck by the lively ambiance and decor. Framed paintings adorned the walls, decorative vases filled with tulips brightened the space, and waiters in classy white jackets hustled around the dining room, chatting and laughing with well-heeled patrons. Delicious aromas drifted out of the open kitchen, rousing Robyn’s appetite. Starving, she couldn’t wait to eat and searched the main-floor dining room for Sean.
“Are you dining alone?” the hostess asked.
“No, this gorgeous beauty is with me.”
At the sound of a familiar voice—a deep, husky baritone that incited illicit thoughts—her pulse quickened. She peered around the leafy bamboo plant and spotted Sean standing at the bar.
Robyn swallowed hard. He was difficult to miss, and not just because he was the tallest person in the room. The acclaimed chef had soulful eyes, a thin mustache and thick, juicy lips Robyn was desperate to taste again. Sean was thirty-three years old, but his expensive threads gave him a mature, dignified look. He was the sexiest man she’d ever seen in the flesh, but it was his boyish smile that made her swoon. Good God, he’s so dreamy I can hardly stand it.
Her eyes ate up every inch of him, all six feet three inches. Robyn couldn’t stop her gaze from sliding over his broad shoulders, and toned physique. Sean was working the hell out of his charcoal gray suit, and as he strode toward her, she realized he was even more handsome than she remembered. Perhaps quitting his job at the Belleza and getting away from the family fold had been good for him, she thought, returning his smile. Catching a whiff of his cologne, she let the refreshing scent wash over her.
“It’s great to see you again,” he said.
It is? Seriously? You really mean that?
Sean enveloped her in a hug and kissed her cheek. Heat flowed through her, caused her temperature to rise. Closing her eyes, she reveled in the moment, in his uncharacteristic—but welcomed—display of affection. He was a chef in a basketball player’s body, and feeling his muscular arms draped around her waist made Robyn tingle all over. His lips felt soft, warm against her skin, and his touch caused goose bumps to prickle her flesh.
“I’m glad you called. This reunion is long overdue.”
He released her much too soon for her liking, but she faked a smile to hide her disappointment. “How have you been?” She finally managed to find words to speak.
“Can’t complain,” he said. “I don’t have to ask how you’re doing. It’s obvious. I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful than you were eight months ago.”
His words triggered memories of fine wine, soft music and passionate kisses that had left Robyn breathless. Choosing to concentrate on the present, not the past, she broke free of her thoughts and took the arm Sean offered.
He winked at her, and a giggle tickled her throat. Robyn chided herself to get it together, to quit making eyes at her best friend’s brother. You’re a twenty-eight-year-old woman with a fantastic career and money in the bank, so why do you get nervous every time Sean’s around?
The hostess led them through the dining room, placed the menus on their corner table and sashayed back to her post. Seconds later, a brunette with a thick Spanish accent arrived with water glasses and a bread basket. “Would you like to hear the day’s specials?”
Robyn didn’t, but she listened patiently as the waitress spoke. The brunette chatted with Sean about the menu, then took their orders before moving on to the next table. Robyn was glad to see the waitress go, to finally have Sean all to herself. She hadn’t seen him in months and wanted to catch up with him.
Liar! her conscience shrieked. You’re here for another kiss. Just admit it.
“I’m glad you called,” Sean said. “I’ve thought a lot about you the last few months.”
Then, why didn’t you reach out to me? The thought reverberated in her head, but she didn’t have the guts to ask.
“I wanted to call you,” he continued, “but I didn’t think you’d speak to me.”
Why? Because we had too much to drink one night and made out like teenagers?
Her thoughts returned to that fateful night. After Kim had been awarded control of the Belleza because of her outstanding marketing campaign, Sean had shown up at her doorstep, drunk and distraught. He’d asked if they could talk, and he’d looked so downtrodden, she’d invited him inside for a cup of coffee. Sean had seemed blindsided by his parents’ decision and couldn’t believe his dreams of running his family’s resort had gone up in smoke. She’d listened as he’d poured out his troubles, and when he’d leaned over and stolen a kiss, she’d shocked herself by kissing him back. Robyn had never thought he’d cross that line, but was secretly glad he had.
The logical part of her mind had warned her to pull back, but her body had yearned for more. His advance had been fueled by liquor, but she’d still felt special, chosen. After all, Sean had had several casual girlfriends who would have gladly hooked up with him that night—or any night for that matter—but he’d come to her door and found solace in her arms. And it had been the greatest feeling in the word.
Try as she might, she couldn’t stop thinking about that sensuous, passionate night. They hadn’t slept together, and Robyn didn’t know whether to be grateful or sorry about the missed opportunity. They’d kissed and laughed, stroked and caressed each other for hours, but stopped short of doing the deed. It had been the wise thing to do, but part of her secretly regretted not making love to Sean.
No one knew about their late-night hookup, and although months had passed, Robyn still couldn’t bring herself to tell Kim about what had happened.
“Are you still mad at me for kissing you?” Sean asked.
“No, of course not,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I forgot all about it.”
His gaze darkened, but he spoke in a calm, reassuring tone. “I want to apologize for my behavior that night, and I want you to know that I’d never take advantage of you.”
Too bad, because you’re one hell of a kisser, and you have the most amazing hands.
“How are things going in your department?” Sean asked, unbuttoning his suit jacket. “Have you hired another event planner, or are you still working like a madwoman?”
“You know it!” Robyn shrieked, hoping to make him laugh. He did, and the sound of his hearty chuckle warmed her all over. “I’m planning several parties, the Dunham Foundation gala, and your sister’s wedding, of course. Speaking of which, will you be there?”
A wicked grin claimed his lips. “As long as you agree to be my date.”
Feeling her cheeks burn, she picked up her glass and tasted her lemonade. Damn Sean and his megawatt smile. Every time he looked at her like that, his gaze blazing with fire and desire, she lost her train of thought. It had always been that way.
That’s no surprise, her honest inner voice said. You’ve had a crush on him since eighth grade.
Her thoughts returned to the summer they met, and she pictured the scene in her mind’s eye as she sipped her lemonade. She was visiting Kim during summer break, and was in the Parker family kitchen with Kim, baking shortbread cookies, when Sean had walked in, dribbling a basketball. The tray had fallen from Robyn’s hands, and cookies had scattered across the hardwood floor. For several seconds all she’d been able to do was stare at the star athlete. She’d tried to regain her composure, to peel her eyes away from his bare chest, but she hadn’t had the strength to look away.
Nothing’s changed, her conscience pointed out. You’re staring at him right now.
The waitress arrived with their entrées, and Robyn eagerly dug into her food. The veal was succulent, full of flavor, and the mushroom Bolognese was so delicious she moaned in appreciation. “This is so good,” she gushed, swirling her fork around her pasta. “I’ll have to bring Kim here one day. She’d love this place, especially the cute waiters.”
Sean’s jaw tightened and lines of tension wrinkled his smooth brow. He was thinking about his sister, no doubt, about how she’d crushed his hopes and dreams. Sensing now was the perfect time to talk to Sean about his family, she put her utensils on her plate and dabbed her mouth with a napkin. “Have you spoken to your parents recently?” Robyn asked.
“Why would I? They made their choice, and I made mine.” He picked up his drink, sipped his soda and put it back down on the table. “Tell me what’s happening at the resort. You sounded upset on the phone, and my mind’s been running wild ever since you called.”
She wasn’t upset; she was terrified. Someone was after his family, and she was scared Kim was going to get hurt.
Robyn took a deep breath to steady her nerves and told Sean about the misfortunes that had befallen the resort the past few weeks. Individually, none of the incidents were alarming, but taken together they seemed to form a nefarious pattern. The false complaints about the Belleza, posted on numerous travel sites, the fire outside the Ruby Retreat lounge, the waitress who’d fractured her elbow, the cases of food poisoning—all were worrisome. Robyn suspected someone was out to destroy the resort, but she doubted it was Sean. “It’s been a stressful time for everyone.”
“I can imagine.”
He took her hand in his, and relief flooded her body. He was on her side, a sympathetic friend she could confide in, and it felt good having him in her corner. “Some staffers think the incidents are nothing more than the old ‘curse of the Belleza,’ but your parents believe something sinister is going on. They’re taking the matter very seriously and have hired additional security to ensure everything runs smoothly at the resort.”
“Damn. I heard Kim’s first few months as general manager were off to a rocky start, but I had no idea someone was trying to destroy the Belleza.” Sean blew out a deep breath and raked a hand over his short black hair. “Do the police have any leads? Any suspects in custody?”
“They’re being tight-lipped about the investigation, but your dad thinks—” Robyn stopped, catching herself just in the nick of time. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”
“Go on, I want to hear what you have to say.” Sean wore a sympathetic smile and nodded his head in encouragement. “I won’t betray your confidence. You have my word.”
Robyn blurted out the truth. “Yesterday your father fingered you to the police.”
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Puzzled, Sean furrowed his eyebrows. Her words didn’t make sense, didn’t add up. Robyn was joking, had to be. He hadn’t seen his parents in months, but there was no way in hell his father had fingered him to the police. Not after everything he’d done over the years to make the Belleza Resort a success. Convinced Robyn was pulling his leg, he chuckled agreeably. “Good one,” he said, gesturing at her with his glass. “You almost fooled me.”
Silence descended over the table, filled the air with tension. Robyn dodged his gaze, wouldn’t look at him. The truth hit Sean like a fist to the gut, leaving him dazed and confused. How had his father turned against him? He knew things had been difficult between them, but he’d had no idea they were that bad.
“You have to return to the resort to clear your name,” Robyn said quietly.
No way, no how. I’d rather run naked through a burning building.
“Your family needs you,” she continued, raising her voice to be heard above the boisterous chatter in the dining room. “Kim’s putting up a brave front, but she could really use your love and support right now.”
Sean scoffed and shook his head. “My sister has all the answers, and I highly doubt she needs me, or anyone else, for that matter.”
Robyn flinched as if she’d been slapped and shot him an incredulous look. “How can you be so cold? Your sister’s going through a difficult time. Don’t you care?”
He didn’t, but he held his tongue. There was no use arguing with Robyn. He was mad at his family, disappointed that his kid sister had stolen the resort out from under him, and there was nothing Robyn could say to change the way he felt.
“You and Kim have always been so close and fiercely protective of each other.”
That was then, and this was now. Kim had betrayed him, and he wanted nothing to do with her.
“Do you agree with my parents?” Sean told himself it didn’t matter what Robyn believed, that she was just another smokin’-hot woman he was attracted to, but deep down he cared what she thought. They had a powerful attraction, a mind-blowing chemistry he’d never experienced before, and he wanted Robyn in his corner. “Do you think I’m out to destroy the Belleza?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t have called you. You’re a good guy, Sean, and I know you’d never do anything to hurt the people you love.”
Her words heartened him, lifted his spirits, and for the first time since quitting his job at the Belleza, he didn’t feel so alone. He felt understood, as if Robyn cared about him, and made a mental note to send her flowers after he returned to the SP Grill. Sean wanted to cook for Robyn, but before he could invite her over to his house for dinner, she dropped another bombshell. One so shocking he almost fell off his chair.
“A security guard said he saw you lurking around the premises just hours before the fire at the Ruby Retreat, and after your father questioned the guard, he contacted the police.”
What the hell? This can’t be happening. Sean felt as if he’d been kicked in the teeth by a horse, and needed a moment to catch his breath. He gripped his glass so hard he was surprised it didn’t shatter into a million pieces. His restaurant was due to open in a few weeks, and if the media found out about the security guard’s erroneous story, it could ruin him. “The guard is lying. I haven’t been back to the resort since I quit.”
“I believe you, and I want to help. Sean, put the past behind you, reconcile with your family and help the authorities catch the bastard who’s trying to ruin the Belleza.”
“They should be the ones reaching out to me,” he argued, struggling to keep a lid on his anger. “My parents screwed me over big-time, and I don’t know if I can ever forgive them.”
“You’re upset. You don’t mean that.”
“Yes, I do. And, to be honest, I like being on my own and not having to answer to my father about every decision I make.” He gave full voice to his anger, didn’t censure his thoughts. “I’m tired of living life according to the Parker rules. Look where that got me.”
“That got you training at the best culinary school in Europe and your own restaurant,” Robyn shot back. “The next time you feel like bashing your parents, don’t, because you sound like a spoiled, ungrateful rich kid.”
Sean winced and hung his head. Taking a moment to recover from the bitter tongue lashing, he considered what Robyn had said. She never minced words, always spoke her mind, no matter what. He admired that about her, thought it was one of her greatest character traits.
“Your parents aren’t perfect, but they love you and have always been there for you.”
Her words gave him pause. Sean thought about his parents, remembered all the great times they’d shared and felt a rush of emotion. To the outside world, the Parkers seemed to have it all—money, success and status—but they had their fair share of problems, too. Still, he had to admit Robyn had a point. His parents had worked hard to build a good life for him and his siblings, and he never forgot all the times his mom had given him advice about girls or helped him with his homework. His relationship with his father had always been rocky, but his mother was his biggest supporter.
“You’re right,” he conceded, wearing an apologetic smile. “I have a lot to be grateful for, especially you.”
“Me?” she repeated, resting a hand on her chest. “But I haven’t done anything.”
“Thanks for having my back, Robyn. It means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
“That’s what friends are for, right?”
Friendship? That was the last thing on his mind. At least when it came to Robyn. He wanted her in his bed, and he would pursue her until she belonged to him.
At the thought of making love to Robyn, his temperature soared. An erection stabbed the zipper of his pants. It took every ounce of his self-control not to dive across the table and take her in his arms. Their connection was undeniable, so damn strong he couldn’t think of anything but kissing her passionately on the lips. At the thought, his pulse raced out of control. For years, he’d tried to ignore their attraction, but after their make-out session, he started seeing his kid sister’s best friend in a different light.
Yeah, and now you want Robyn so bad you’re drooling all over your Tom Ford suit.
Sitting back in his chair, sipping his drink, Sean admired her creamy skin, the extra long lashes that framed her hazel eyes and her lush lips. Her diamond-stud earrings and silver-cross necklace gave her dress a touch of glamour. Robyn looked like a woman who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, but nothing could be further from the truth. She’d been raised in the projects in New York City, and was awarded a scholarship to Merriweather Academy boarding school where she’d met his sister. In spite of her humble beginnings, she carried herself with remarkable poise. Though she was five years his junior, she was wise and discerning and he enjoyed spending time with her.
Sean felt an ache in his belly, a thirst only Robyn could quench, and struggled to control his desires. Sean wanted to kiss her again, imagined himself crushing his mouth to hers, but cautioned himself to relax. This wasn’t the time or the place, and he didn’t want to ruin their lunch by putting the moves on her. Instead, they finished their meal, and over coffee, they just talked. Sean was shocked to discover how much they had in common. They both loved action movies, the great outdoors and spending their days off at the beach. As Robyn spoke, he learned some interesting facts about her. She was an avid surfer, the only person in her family to ever graduate from college and a die-hard Bruce Lee fan. Upbeat and bubbly, she made him forget his problems and laugh out loud at her outrageous stories about the resort.
“How are things coming along at the SP Grill?” Robyn asked, tasting the carrot cake they’d ordered to share.
“Great,” he said, bursting with pride. The restaurant was his brainchild, something he’d been contemplating for years, and thanks to the help of several generous investors, his dreams were about to become a reality. “I’ve put my heart and soul into this project, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make the SP Grill a success.”
Sean watched Robyn lick the icing off her fork and groaned inwardly, as if he was being tortured. Sweat drenched his shirt. A spark ignited inside his body when their eyes met, causing lust to course through his veins. The blood drained from his head and shot straight to his groin. Did she have any idea how much he wanted her? How much he needed her right now?
“This cake’s pretty good, but yours is much better,” Robyn said, gesturing with her fork to the plate. “I hope the menu at the SP Grill is filled with your decadent desserts, because they’re to die for, especially your chocolate truffle cheesecake.”
“I’ll be overseeing the day-to-day operation of the restaurant, not slaving away in the kitchen twenty-four seven.”
Robyn frowned and poked out her bottom lip. “Why not?”
“The emphasis at the SP Grill is on luxury foods like caviar, lobster and foie gras, but I’m willing to tweak the menu, just for you.”
“You’d better,” she said, her tone full of sass. “Or I’ll take my business elsewhere.”
The sound of her laughter brought a smile to his mouth, made him feel better than he had in weeks. “The SP Grill opens on Labor Day, and to celebrate, I’m throwing the biggest bash LA has ever seen.”
That’s if you’re not in jail! joked his inner voice.
Sean refused to entertain the thought and refocused his attention on Robyn. “I’d like you to be my date for the grand-opening celebration,” he said, gently stroking her hand with his own. “It’s going to be the biggest night of my life, and I want to share it with you.”
Her eyes dimmed, lost their warmth, and Sean knew instinctively that Robyn was going to turn him down. They’d had great conversations about life, shared the same values and enjoyed each other’s company, so why was she playing hard to get? Or maybe she wasn’t playing, Sean thought, swallowing hard. Maybe Robyn was dating someone else. Was that why she was brushing him off? Why she refused to look him in the eye? Because there was another man in her life?
“Are you inviting your family to your grand opening?”
Hell no, he thought, but didn’t say. He missed his family—especially Kim—but he couldn’t bring himself to call them. “I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Why does it matter?”
“Because they’re my employers and you’re their estranged son.”
Sean raised an eyebrow, gave her a skeptical look. “I don’t work at the resort anymore, and furthermore, you’re a grown woman who’s free to date whoever she wants.”
And, by date whoever you want, I mean me!
“I can’t attend your grand opening.”
His shoulders fell. Sean was disappointed that Robyn wouldn’t be at his side on the most important night of his life and wondered if there was anything he could do to change her mind. “Are you seeing someone?” he asked, driven by curiosity.
“No, but under the current circumstances, it wouldn’t be right. I don’t want to upset your parents, or cause a rift between me and Kim. She’s my boss and, more importantly, my best friend, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
Sean nodded, as if he understood, but inside he was doing a slow burn. He loved his sister dearly—even though she’d stolen the resort right from under his nose—but there was no way in hell he was letting her control his love life. He’d have to find a way to see Robyn again, away from the resort, and prove to her his feelings were real. In the meantime, he’d earn her trust and romance her, Parker-style.
“I should use the ladies’ room before I head back to the resort.” Robyn put down her fork, wiped her mouth with a napkin and picked up her handbag. “I’ll be right back.”
“You can’t leave. We just got here.”
“No,” she corrected. “We got here two hours ago.”
Sean checked his Rolex watch, saw the time, and his eyes widened. He couldn’t believe it was so late; more surprising still, despite all the work he had to do at the SP Grill, he didn’t want to leave. It was true what they said. Time did fly when you’re having fun. He’d like nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with Robyn. Talking, joking, kissing—
“I’d better hurry. I have a three o’clock appointment.”
“Don’t go. I’m having a great time with you, and I want to hear more about your plans for the weekend.” Sean cringed when he heard the words leave his mouth and wished he could stuff them back inside. So much for playing it cool. He felt like an ass for sounding desperate and hoped he hadn’t blown his chance with her.
“I can’t,” Robyn said, shaking her head wildly from side to side, a smirk playing on her lips. “If I’m late to meet Kim, she’ll beat me up, and I happen to like this face.”
He did, too.
Sean stood, pulled out Robyn’s chair and watched as she breezed through the dining room, dazzling everyone she passed with her radiant smile. The event planner was sexy from head to toe, and Sean noticed he wasn’t the only one admiring her figure. He felt a rush of pride when he saw the other male patrons checking her out. On several occasions, he’d seen celebrity guests at the Belleza proposition her, and to his surprise and relief, she’d spurned their advances. Unlike his ex-girlfriend, Trina Erickson. For Trina, the richer and the more famous the better. In fact, she’d been more interested in rubbing elbows with luminaries than improving their relationship, and her thirst for the good life ultimately had led to their breakup. Sean had learned at a very early age that people didn’t care about him, only what his last name could do for them, but Robyn, unlike the women he’d hooked up with in the past, didn’t give a damn about his last name or his family connections.
Sean heard someone whistle behind him and glanced over his shoulder. A full-figured woman with frizzy hair blew him a kiss, but he ignored her. He was with Robyn—a titillating beauty who excited him, and he’d never do anything to disrespect her.
Returning to his seat, Sean took his cell phone out of his pocket and listened to his messages. His eyes narrowed, and a scowl twisted his lips. A detective from the Belleza Police Department wanted to meet with him. Sean wanted to prove his innocence and show his parents and everyone else at the Belleza they were dead wrong about him being the arsonist, but he didn’t have the time. The SP Grill was opening in a few short weeks and he had his hands full with work. And if he played his cards right, he’d be spending all of his free time with Robyn.
“Would your wife like another mocha cappuccino?” the waitress asked.
My wife? To Sean’s surprise, he liked the idea of Robyn being Mrs. Sean Parker, of them living happily ever after in his new five-bedroom dream house. At thirty-three, he’d dated his fair share of women, but Robyn was in a class all her own. And not just because of her killer curves. She was a free thinker, with a can-do attitude and, most important, loyal. Robyn had proved, time and time again, that she could be trusted, and he appreciated having her in his life.
“No, thanks,” he said, retrieving his wallet from his suit pocket. Sean opened the leather sleeve, slid a couple hundred-dollar bills inside and stood, just in time to see Robyn approach their table. Taking her hand, he led her out of the restaurant and through the glass doors.
The sun was hot, the air humid and the breeze light. It was the perfect day to go swimming, and if Robyn wasn’t in a rush to meet Kim, he would have invited her back to his place. Though he was swamped at work—hiring staff, finalizing menus and meeting with vendors—he was never too busy for Robyn, and he liked the idea of her hanging out at his house. “When can I see you again?”
“Next time you’re at the resort, call me, and we’ll have lunch.”
Sean wore a blank face, didn’t let his frustration show. Why would Robyn suggest meeting up at the Parker resort? A place he wanted nothing to do with? He thought hard for several seconds as he tried to remember her weekly schedule. “Since you’re off on Thursday, I thought we could spend the day together. We’ll hang out at Manhattan Beach, have lunch at the SP Grill, then check out Posh Lounge in the evening—”
“Sean, I’m not off on Thursdays. I work from home. There’s a big difference.”
“Then, play hooky.” He put a finger to his lips. “It’ll be our little secret.”
“I can’t do that. You know summer is the busiest time of year at the resort, and if I don’t keep on top of my paperwork, I’ll make enemies in the HR department.”
“You’re beginning to sound like a broken record,” he said, leaning against her car door to prevent her from leaving. “Every time I ask you out, you turn me down. That hurts.”
Robyn raised an eyebrow as if she was surprised by his confession and playfully poked him in the shoulder. “Sure it does,” she said with a sarcastic tone. “You have tons of girlfriends. You don’t need me.”
But I do. More than you know. You’re the only person I can confide in. “Of course I do,” he said, his gaze glued to her lips. “You’re my number-one girl, and that will never change.”
“Sean, you’re a great guy, and I value our friendship too much to—”
Driven by need, he captured Robyn around the waist and pulled her to him, right up to his chest. Sean lowered his mouth to hers and stole a kiss. A slow, sensuous kiss that awakened every nerve in his body. It was magic, the best thing to ever happen to his mouth. She tasted sweet, and he was instantly addicted. He felt her shoulders stiffen, sensed her trepidation and, for a split second, regretted his impulsiveness. But then he heard Robyn moan, and he deepened the kiss. The longer they stood there, teasing and arousing each other, the more he wanted her, desired her, ached to have her in his bed.
Electricity crackled in the air, exploded around them like fireworks. He felt it, knew she did, too, when she draped her arms possessively around his neck. On the surface, Sean was calm, collected, in complete control of the situation, but his heart was pounding so loud he couldn’t think straight. He loved the way she felt, her body pressed hard against his, her flesh warm and soft in his hands. He stroked her neck, caressed her shoulders and hips. They were in a restaurant parking lot, in broad daylight, not in the privacy of his home, but Sean didn’t give a damn. He wanted Robyn to know that he desired her, that he wanted more than friendship, and what better way to prove his feelings than a little public display of affection? Kissing her wasn’t enough; he wanted more, needed more. He wouldn’t be satisfied until she was in his bed.
Sean heard Robyn’s cell phone ring and tightened his hold around her waist. She broke off the kiss and turned away from him. “Sean, you shouldn’t have done that,” she said, her eyes darting nervously around the parking lot. “Someone from the resort could have seen us.”
“I want you, Robyn, and I don’t care who knows.”
“That was Kim calling. I could tell by the ringtone. I’d better go or I’ll be late for our hair consultation.” Robyn threw open her car door, slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine. “Thanks for lunch.”
Before Sean could answer, Robyn was gone, speeding through the parking lot as if her life depended on it. He stood there, stroking the length of his jaw, reliving every moment of that kiss. He needed Robyn in his life and wouldn’t let anyone—not even his family—keep them apart. She was one in a million, the kind of woman he’d be proud to have on his arm, and Sean decided, right then and there, that he wasn’t going down without a fight.
Chapter 3 (#ulink_21eb7e30-747d-5a2c-85eb-7ab5d747dd14)
Robyn’s gaze fell across the flower arrangement perched on the corner of her desk, and a smile tickled her lips. The gift had been delivered fifteen minutes earlier, and she’d been admiring it ever since. The message inside the Hallmark card touched her deeply, made her feel like the prettiest girl in the world, and every time she read the note, happiness bubbled up inside her.
The flowers don’t compare to your beauty, but please accept them as a token of my affection, and know that you are always in my thoughts.
The card wasn’t signed, but the lavish, colorful flower arrangement could be from only one person—Sean. Admiring the long-stemmed pink roses, she thought about their cozy lunch yesterday and wondered when she was going to see him again. Sean was a sensitive, soft-spoken gentleman, but he had no shortage of confidence. Or sex appeal. He turned heads every time he entered a room and had such an imposing presence women approached him from every direction. He was a dark-chocolate hottie with killer swag, and just thinking about that kiss they’d shared in the restaurant parking lot made Robyn’s mouth water. Sean was the perfect combination of bad boy and boy next door, but she appreciated his chivalrous, old-fashioned ways.
Robyn closed her eyes, but she couldn’t get Sean—or that kiss—out of her mind. Inhaling the fragrant scent in the air, she ran her fingers along the smooth, soft petals. She wanted to call him and thank him for the flowers, but he was busy preparing for the grand opening of his new restaurant, and Robyn didn’t want to disturb him. Later, when she returned to her condo, she’d give Sean a ring. Talking to him made her nervous—even on the telephone—but she was determined to keep it together.
Girl, please, quipped her inner voice. When it comes to Sean you’ve never been able to keep it together, so just quit while you’re ahead.
Memories of hanging out with Kim and Sean at the Parker family estate filled Robyn’s mind. She’d harbored a crush on him ever since they’d slow danced to “Fallin’ ” by Alicia Keys at Kim’s birthday party, but it was nothing Robyn would ever act upon. She didn’t want to lose her job or upset her friend. Besides, she and Sean were all wrong for each other. They were both stubborn, opinionated people with fiery personalities, and back when Sean was the head chef at the Belleza, they’d clashed repeatedly.
That’s true, but arguing with him only made you want him even more.
Breaking free of her thoughts, Robyn scooped up a pen and flipped open her monthly planner. Enough daydreaming—she had to focus, had to get her head in the game. She had plans with Kim and Gabby that evening, and if she wanted to leave the office by six o’clock, she had to quit fantasizing about Sean—a man she knew she could never have—and get back to work.
Robyn scanned the items on her to-do list and groaned in despair. Contracts had to be proofed, and entertainment booked. The longer she looked at the list, the more hopeless Robyn felt. She had a staff of three in her department, but it wasn’t enough. She’d been working ten-hour days all summer and feared if she didn’t get some help she’d collapse from exhaustion. That week alone, she’d planned a Moroccan-themed bridal shower, two engagement parties and a book-club luncheon for a hundred women.
Drumming her fingertips on her desk, she considered what to do. One person came to mind, and even though Charlene Vincent had a reputation for being flaky, Robyn decided to ask the restaurant hostess to give her a hand. She had no choice; if she didn’t swallow her pride and ask for help, the Dunham Foundation gala would be a disaster. The biggest charity event of the year could make or break the Belleza.
Robyn didn’t want to disappoint Kim and her parents. They’d welcomed her into their family with open arms, and even though she’d been raised in the worst housing project in New York, the Parkers never looked down at her or made her feel inferior. After graduating from Merriweather Academy, she’d enrolled in Boston University, and received a master’s degree in Public Relations. She’d landed a job at a chain hotel fresh out of university, and although the hours were long, and the accolades were few she’d shined in the assistant program coordinator position. But now, thanks to Kim and her parents, Robyn was living her dream. Robyn glanced at her watch, decided now was the perfect time to track down Charlene and strode out of her office. The beauty and grandeur of the Belleza Resort and Spa never ceased to amaze her. Palm trees and vibrant flowers added to the tranquil ambience of the property, the air held the scent of tropical fruit, and the postcard-perfect views were nothing short of spectacular. The resort had a golf course, a fitness center and a state-of-the-art spa that attracted celebrities from around the globe, but Robyn’s favorite place at the Belleza was the pool area whenever she was stressed out, she swam laps in the pool. The moment she dove into the water, her thoughts cleared, and she felt an overwhelming sense of peace.
Her gaze swept the lush, manicured grounds. For the second time in minutes, her thoughts turned to Sean. Even though her heart knew he was off-limits, she couldn’t stop thinking about him and found herself wishing he was at the resort. Robyn remembered all the times they’d played tennis and jogged along the trails, talking and cracking jokes. Robyn missed seeing Sean every day and hanging out with him on their days off. Things hadn’t been the same at the Belleza since he’d quit, but she’d never admit that to Kim. He was enemy number one, and whenever she tried talking to Kim about making amends with Sean, her friend became defensive and angry. No, she was better off keeping her thoughts to herself.
And while you’re at it, keep your lips off Sean, too, her conscience warned.
The Pearl, a five-star restaurant with award-winning food, was the crown jewel of the Belleza Resort and Spa. Robyn was surprised to find Charlene standing in front of the dining room, flirting with a French film star. Fraternizing with guests was against hotel policy, but ever since Kim had got engaged to financial investor Jaxon Dunham, Robyn noticed the female staff were more touchy-feely with male guests—especially the ones worth millions.
“Charlene, may I have a word with you?”
The hostess flashed a sheepish smile. “Yes, of course.” Her face covered in guilt, she nervously bit her bottom lip. “What’s on your mind?”
“Let’s go inside. We’ll have more privacy.”
Waving goodbye to the actor, Charlene flipped her wavy blonde hair over her shoulders and sashayed into the restaurant with a provocative swish of her hips. She stumbled in her stilettos, and Robyn feared she was going to trip over her feet. Righting herself, she continued through the lounge, smiling wide. Charlene had a beautiful figure, and her slinky, cutout dress drew appreciative glances from several male patrons.
“I can’t believe how busy it is in here,” Robyn said, noting that every table in the dining area was occupied. The patrons were a mix of silver-haired guests, well-dressed couples and young families. “It’s only eleven o’clock.”
“Welcome to my world.” Charlene glanced around her. “It’s been crazy around here all morning. Guests love the new menu, but that’s no surprise. Gabby’s a whiz in the kitchen.”
Robyn felt her cell phone vibrating inside the pocket of her blazer, but she ignored it and gave Charlene her undivided attention. “As you know, I’m planning several high-profile events, and I could really use your help finalizing details for the Dunham Foundation gala and Kim’s wedding.”
“Sure, why not? I could use the extra money, and besides, I just love weddings.” Charlene clasped her hands together and swayed from side to side to an inaudible beat. “Who knows? Maybe if I do a good job, Kim will ask me to sing at the reception. Wouldn’t that be something?”
Robyn swallowed a laugh. The hostess had a better chance of winning the Mega Millions Jackpot than performing at Kim and Jaxon’s wedding.
Charlene had few friends at the resort, but Robyn liked her good humor and positive energy. She could always count on the perky blonde for a laugh, and she was looking forward to getting to know her better. “I know you’re busy, so I won’t keep you. Just swing by my office after your shift, and I’ll fill you in.”
Charlene adjusted her dress to reveal more cleavage. “Sounds good, Robyn. See ya!”
A spicy aroma wafted through the dining room, causing Robyn’s empty stomach to rumble. Deciding to order a chicken salad, she entered the lounge in search of a waiter.
Stopping abruptly, Robyn narrowed her eyes and hitched a hand to her hips. She was surprised to see Gabby and Kim sitting together at the bar. Why hadn’t they invited her for lunch? she wondered, her gaze zeroing in on them like a laser beam. And what was so funny?
Their voices were filled with enthusiasm, and their excitement was palpable. All business in a fitted black suit, her long black hair cascading down her back, Kim radiated confidence and femininity in equal measures. Just like Gabby. Pretty and petite, the Harvard graduate was often still mistaken for a college coed. Though she was casually dressed in a white T-shirt, skinny jeans and sandals, her beauty was undeniable. Her eyes were striking, her complexion flawless, and her lush auburn curls tumbled around her face every time she laughed out loud.
Robyn smiled at her friends despite her annoyance. They were probably gabbing about their fiancés, she guessed as she headed toward the chatty twosome. That’s why they had stars in their eyes and giddy expressions on their faces.
Robyn was thrilled her best friends had met their soul mates, but she couldn’t resist teasing them. “Squeal a little louder,” she joked, sidling up to the bar. “I don’t think the people across the room heard you.”
Kim and Gabby burst out laughing and greeted Robyn with one-arm hugs.
“You’re not going to believe this.” Kim’s words fell from her lips in a gush, and stars twinkled in her big brown eyes. “Yesterday, I told Jaxon how much I love sailing, and this morning, I found out he rented a fully staffed yacht to celebrate our two-month anniversary.”
Robyn whistled. “Girl, your man’s the real deal.”
“Tell me about it. I almost fell off my chair when he showed me pictures of the yacht, and he booked live entertainment, too.” Kim admired the marquise-cut diamond on her left hand, gazing at the engagement ring adoringly. “Jaxon is the love of my life and, hands down, the most romantic man I’ve ever met. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to prove I’m not dreaming.”
“Me, too!” Gabby shrieked, giving Kim a high-five. “Geoffrey means everything to me, and I cherish every moment we spend together.”
Robyn cocked her head to the right, studied her friend closely for several seconds.
Were her eyes deceiving her? Was that a love-struck expression on Gabby’s face? The trio had been besties ever since Merriweather Academy—but this was the first time she’d heard her friend gush about someone. “You sound head over heels in love.”
“I know,” Gabby said, releasing a dreamy sigh. “Isn’t it great?”
“I never thought I would feel about a man the way I do about Jaxon, and I wish that kind of love for you, too, Robyn. I hope you find your soul mate and live happily ever after.”
Robyn wanted to tell Kim about her feelings for Sean, about how much she enjoyed spending time with him but couldn’t. Kim would be upset, and Robyn didn’t want to put a wedge between them.
“Have a seat,” Gabby said, patting the empty stool beside her. “Take a break.”
“Shouldn’t you be in the kitchen, whipping up one of your new signature recipes?” Robyn asked, helping herself to a garlic shrimp from the oversize plate and popping it into her mouth. Like everything Gabby made, it was moist and full of flavor.
“I’ve worked double shifts for the last two weeks, so I’m taking the rest of the day off. I trust my staff, and I know they won’t let me down.”
Kim spooned sugar into her cup of coffee and stirred. “Robyn, sit, and I’ll fill you in on all of the latest wedding developments.”
“I have to get back to my office, but you can tell me all about it tonight.” Robyn had been looking forward to girls’ night for weeks and was excited about spending some quality time alone with her girlfriends. These days, she hardly saw Kim and Gabby—unless they were doing wedding-related stuff—and she missed seeing them outside of work. Jaxon Dunham and Geoffrey Girard were great guys with big hearts, but Robyn was tired of hearing about how wonderful they were. Tonight was supposed to be about reconnecting with her girls, not discussing floral arrangements, seating charts and honeymoon destinations.
“What time are we leaving for the Comedy Store?” Robyn asked. “I’d like to leave early so we can get good seats.”
Kim and Gabby shared a puzzled look, shifted uncomfortably on their stools.
“I thought the comedy showcase was tomorrow night,” Kim said.
Gabby nodded. “Same here. I must have gotten my days mixed up. Sorry.”
“Do you have other plans?” Robyn asked, knowing the answer to the question even before it left her mouth.
“The guys are taking us to The Tower Bar for dinner and dancing.”
“You’re more than welcome to join us,” Gabby added, wearing an apologetic smile.
To watch you coo and fawn all over your fiancé? Been there, done that, and not doing it again! Robyn decided, masking her displeasure by wearing a blank expression on her face.
“I’ll tell Jaxon to invite one of his cute investor friends, and we’ll make a night of it,” Kim proposed. “How does that sound?”
Like torture. I don’t do blind dates. Never have, never will.
Robyn felt tears sting the back of her eyes at her disappointment. What was the matter with her? Why was she getting so emotional? Why did it feel as if she was mourning the loss of a loved one?
Because you are, whispered her inner voice. You lost Kim to Jaxon and Gabby to Geoffrey and now you’re all alone.
Robyn knew she was being ridiculous, but she couldn’t change the way she felt. For more than a decade, Kim and Gabby had been her closest friends, and now they were head over heels in love and planning their lives without her. And it hurt like hell. Robyn hated to admit it, even to herself, but she was envious of the relationships Kim and Gabby had, and she secretly wondered if love was in the cards for her.
An idea came to her, one that turned her frown to a smile. Robyn considered inviting Sean to the comedy showcase, even rehearsed what she was going to say when they talked. He’d look great at her side, no doubt about it. Images of him filled her mind. She appreciated being with a man who was not only attractive but intelligent, and Sean was the total package, exactly her type. But they were friends and nothing more, and since she didn’t want to give him the wrong impression, she couldn’t ask him out.
“Hi, Robyn, how are you doing this glorious morning?”
Jonah Gray, the jovial bartender with the perpetual twinkle in his eye, greeted her with a smile. Eighty-six years young, he’d worked at the resort for decades but showed no signs of slowing down. He was as skillful at handing out advice as he was at mixing drinks and was loved by all. From the time Robyn had arrived at the Belleza, she’d bonded with Jonah. He was a father figure to her, someone she could depend on, and she enjoyed hearing the colorful stories about his past, along with his tales of buried treasure at the resort. “What can I get you to drink?”
“Nothing, Jonah, thank you. I’m not staying.”
Kim wore a long face. “Come on, Robyn. Don’t be like that. I want to go with you to the comedy showcase, but I can’t be two places at the same time.”
“We’ll hang out tomorrow,” Gabby said. “We’ll do whatever you want, okay?”
Still, Robyn was unable to shake her foul mood. Feeling her cell phone vibrate, she took it out of her pocket. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Sean’s picture come up on the screen. Her mind raced, jumped from one thought to the next. What was wrong? Why was he calling?
“I have to take this call. I’ll see you guys later.”
“Who is it?” Gabby asked, her tone filled with concern. “You seem upset.”
Robyn stumbled over her words and blurted out the first thing that came to her mind. It was a lame explanation, one she doubted her friends would believe, but she couldn’t think of anything else to say. “It’s my, uh, mom. She’s been having...car trouble, and... I’m worried about her. I’ll see you guys at the afternoon staff meeting.”
Hustling out of the dining room, Robyn put her cell phone to her ear and spoke in a whisper. “Hello, Sean. Is everything okay? Are you in trouble?”
“No, of course not. What makes you think that something’s wrong?”
Sighing in relief, Robyn marched from the restaurant and ducked out one of the side doors. Bikini-clad women, men with perfect bodies and rambunctious children were soaking up the sun and frolicking in the pool. Conversation and high-pitched laughter sweetened the air, and the scent of fresh pineapple made Robyn’s mouth water.
“When your number appeared on my phone, I got worried,” she explained, feeling embarrassed for jumping to conclusions. “I thought maybe you were in police custody.”
“I am in trouble...”
Oh God, no! Not Sean. He didn’t do what his father is accusing him of.
“I’ve fallen hard for a pretty event planner from New York, but she won’t give me the time of day. Any ideas on how to win her heart?”
Robyn scolded Sean for teasing her. But his soft, sensuous plea and the yearning in his voice made her long to be back in his arms. Her pulse quickened at the thought, and a delicious sensation caused her body to tingle.
Plugging her ear with her finger to block out the noise around her, she listened intently to what Sean had to say. Never before had a man made her feel this way, so special and desirable. He spoke about missing her, about how anxious he was to see her again, and it took everything in her not to confess her true feelings. Robyn pictured him sitting inside his office with his feet propped up on his desk and smiled at the sexy image scrolling through her mind.
“Did you get the roses?”
Robyn nodded her head, though he couldn’t see her. “Yes, I did, and they’re beautiful. I was going to call to thank you, but I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“You could never disturb me. Talking to you is the highlight of my day.”
Excited by his words, she rested a hand on her stomach to calm the butterflies within.
“I’m making you dinner tonight,” he announced, his tone full of confidence and bravado. “Be at my place at seven o’clock.”
Robyn could think of nothing else she’d rather do, but going to Sean’s house for dinner was out of the question. She racked her brain for the perfect excuse. Since yesterday, she’d been telling one lie after another, but what choice did she have? If she told Sean the truth—he’d be upset, and Robyn didn’t want to lose his friendship. “I wish I could, but I, uh, can’t. My car’s in the shop, and it won’t be ready until next week—”
Robyn broke off as her gaze fell across the couple walking on the pathway. Damn. Could this day get any worse? Apparently so, because Sean’s parents, Kurt and Ilene Parker, were headed straight for her. They had lunch at the resort every week, so seeing them shouldn’t have affected her, but it did. She had to remind herself they had no idea she was talking to their estranged son.
The Parkers were an attractive couple who reeked of wealth and class. Ilene had delicate features, reddish-brown hair and a slender physique that belied her age. Her husband had salt-and-pepper hair and mustache. Kim favored her mother, right down to the way they walked, and the resemblance between Sean and his father was striking.
“I have to go,” she said, anxious to get off the phone. She couldn’t risk the Parkers overhearing her conversation with Sean, not when they were still furious at him for quitting his job. “I have to get back to work.”
“I’m not letting you go until you agree to dinner.”
Oh, yes, you are. Robyn thought, trying to squelch her growing sense of fear. She was supposed to be in her office, planning the Dunham Foundation gala, not flirting with Sean—a guy she had no business talking to. She reminded herself that he was a player who collected women like trophies, and Robyn was better off alone than sharing him with someone else.
“I won’t take no for an answer, so you might as well give in now,” Sean insisted.
Before she could respond, Ilene Parker caught her eye.
“Hello, Robyn,” Ilene said with a friendly wave. “If you’re not too busy I’d like to have a word with you about Kim’s bridal shower.”
Robyn’s pulse quickened, and her stomach coiled into knots as the couple approached. Feeling trapped, she did something she knew would make Sean mad. She hung up the phone, greeted the Parkers warmly and followed them back inside the resort.
Chapter 4 (#ulink_f6cc2966-1759-5454-98f0-f390b68c79a8)
Sean stood inside the kitchen of the SP Grill, staring at his iPhone, at a loss for words. Had Robyn just hung up on him? He wanted to call her back, but his pride wouldn’t let him. He was a Parker, and Parker men didn’t beg. Not even for hazel-eyed beauties like Robyn Henderson.
Sean put his cell phone on the counter, scooped up the mail and plopped down on a wooden stool. He’d connect with Robyn later, after he finished his paperwork, and hopefully, she’d be in a better mood when they spoke. Sean wasn’t used to her being cold and abrupt with him and wondered if his sister had anything to do with Robyn’s odd behavior.
Yawning, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Since he’d arrived at the restaurant that morning at 6:00 a.m., he’d been running from one appointment to the next, and it was the first time he’d taken a break. These days, Sean was busier than ever, but he wouldn’t trade his twelve-hour work schedule for anything. He was excited that his dreams of owning a restaurant were finally a reality—even if it meant losing sleep. When he wasn’t training his staff, he was ordering supplies, overseeing food deliveries and selecting artwork and furniture for the restaurant. His work was never done, and more times than not, he crashed on the couch in his office. But what choice did he have? He couldn’t afford to fail. If he did, he would be finished in this town.
He’d never failed at anything, had always pushed himself to be the best; Parkers always did. His worries intensified, and try as he might, he couldn’t shake his doubts. Would his grand opening be a success? Would the food critic from the LA Times give the SP Grill a favorable review? And most important, would his family show up? Deep down, Sean wanted them to, even if it was just for appearance’s sake, but he wasn’t holding his breath. They’d let him down before, and he’d be a fool to put his hope in them. Not after everything that had happened since he quit the Belleza.
He felt a sharp pain stab his chest. Yesterday, when he’d had lunch with Robyn, he’d pretended he didn’t give a damn about his family, but the truth was that he was miserable without them. He was disappointed in his parents, pissed at Kim for betraying him, but they were his flesh and blood, and life just wasn’t the same without them. Thankfully, he still had his younger brother, Ryan. Though he and his musician brother didn’t talk often, Sean knew if he ever needed him Ryan would be there in a heartbeat, no questions asked.
Just like Robyn. He glanced down at his cell phone, hoping she’d sent him a text message explaining her behavior, but no such luck. Sean had his restaurant, his friends and an active social life, but he still felt as if there was something missing. Or rather, someone. For years, he’d secretly lusted over his sister’s best friend, but it was never the right time to make his move. But that was about to change. Kissing Robyn at her condo that fateful night then in the restaurant parking lot yesterday confirmed it—she had feelings for him, too.
A grin claimed his lips. The realization made him feel proud, happier than the richest man in the world. Finally, after years of playing the field, he’d found someone special, a woman who’d captured his heart with just one kiss. Because of the earlier, drunken episode, Sean had to convince Robyn he didn’t think of her as a “booty call,” because she wasn’t.
Before they could start a relationship, he had to help Robyn overcome her fears, had to prove that he could be trusted with her heart.
His mind wandered, returned to the night he’d argued with his parents and found solace in Robyn’s arms. None of his ex-girlfriends could hold a candle to her, and now that they’d reconnected, he wouldn’t let Kim come between them. Who cares what my family thinks?Our relationship is none of their business. It was bad enough she’d stolen the resort from him; he’d be damned if he let her ruin his chance with Robyn, too. She was unique, as rare as a ten-carat diamond, and Sean wanted the chance to prove he was the right man for her.
“Here they are! Hot off the presses!”
Sean watched his assistant manager, a petite spitfire named Jolene Warren, march into the kitchen, waving a green piece of paper in the air. Taking it from her outstretched hand, he peered at the new menu.
“Isn’t it great?” she asked excitedly. “It was printed on recycled paper, totally affordable, and the intricate designs on the bottom of the page really make the SP Grill logo pop.”
Sean assessed the prototype with a critical eye and realized he didn’t like anything about it. It looked cheap, like something you’d see at a roadside diner, and the color scheme was hideous.
“How many menus do you want printed? Two or three hundred?”
“I think we need to go back to the drawing board,” Sean said.
“Why? It looks fantastic.”
“My last name is synonymous with luxury and class, which means everything associated with the SP Grill has to be lavish and expensive, even the menus.”
“But it’s environmentally friendly,” Jolene argued, hitching a hand to her hip.
“Leave everything to me. I’ll take care of it.” Sean dropped the sample menu on the counter and stuffed it under the stack of mail he planned to shred. “Did you email the press release I wrote for the media?”
“Yes, and I printed off the updated reservation list, as well. Seventy percent of the dining room is booked for our grand opening, and the cast of Ex on the Beach will be here filming that night, too,” she said. “I also created a Facebook page for the SP Grill. I hope that’s okay.”
“That’s great, Jolene. Keep up the good work.”
A smile brightened her round face. “Thanks, boss. I’m going to go work on the staff schedule, but if you need me, just holler.”
His assistant manager exited the kitchen, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Sean wanted to call Robyn back to check up on her, but since he didn’t want her to think he was needy, he finished reading his mail, then helped himself to leftovers from the fridge. He’d made lunch for his staff after the orientation session but had been too busy answering questions to eat, and now his stomach was growling so loud he was sure Jolene could hear it in the back office.
As Sean ate, he mentally reviewed his schedule for the rest of the week. He was off tomorrow, and if everything went according to plan, he’d be spending the day with Robyn. The thought made him grin from ear to ear. He could hardly wait. Before yesterday, he hadn’t seen her in months, but he planned to make up for lost time. They’d have breakfast at his house, then head to the beach.
Past conversations with his dad, about love and relationships, played in his mind. Sean scratched his head, tried to recall everything his old man had told him about women. What was it he used to say? “Treat a woman like a queen, and you’ll always have her heart.” With that thought in mind, Sean picked up his cell phone and accessed the internet. He was perusing the Cartier website, searching for the perfect gift for Robyn, when he heard footsteps pounding on the hardwood floor of the dining room. Sean didn’t see anyone, but he heard a male voice calling his name and rose to his feet.
Entering the dining room, he searched around for the unexpected visitor with the gruff voice and strong-smelling aftershave. Sean was surprised to find a short heavyset man with tinted glasses, scoping out the bar. “Can I help you?” he asked, giving the stranger the once-over. There was something familiar about the balding, middle-aged man, but Sean couldn’t place his face.
“I’m Detective Fenton from the Belleza Police Department.”
Damn. It was the detective who’d called yesterday while he was having lunch with Robyn, then again when he was at the gym. Why wouldn’t he leave him alone? He had nothing to do with the fire or any of the unfortunate mishaps at the Belleza. He produced a leather wallet, flashed a shiny gold badge and stuffed it into his back pocket. “Are you Sean Parker?”
“Yes, I am. What can I do for you, officer?”
“There was a fire at your family’s resort on the afternoon of June 15, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you some questions about the incident.”
Sean kept his mouth shut, didn’t speak. The less he said the better. He watched crime TV; he knew what was up. He had the right to remain silent and would exercise that right if the detective was disrespectful.
“Were you at the resort on the day in question?”
Shaking his head, he folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the bar.
“A security guard said he spotted you on the grounds around noon.”
Sean spoke through clenched teeth. “He’s lying.”
“Is your father lying, too?” Detective Fenton took a notebook out of his pocket, flipped it open and scanned the first page. “Your dad says you’re angry at him for awarding control of the resort to your younger sister, Kimberly, and that you’re out for revenge.”
Sean coughed, but the lump in his throat remained. He was shocked, crushed that his dad thought so little of him. It tore Sean up inside, but he didn’t share his feelings with the detective. He kept his voice calm when he spoke. “I was here, at the SP Grill, all day.”
Detective Fenton glanced over his shoulder and gestured at the front door with a flick of his head. “I noticed that you have video cameras in the parking lot. Do they work?”
Sean nodded, tried to figure out what the detective had up his sleeve.
“I’d like to see the footage from June 15.”
“Sure, no problem. Show me a warrant, and I’ll get the video.”
His eyes darkened. “Innocent people usually cooperate with the authorities.”
Good for them. Sean didn’t like the cop’s tone, hated his smug, superior attitude. Detective Fenton gave off an angry, hostile vibe, and Sean didn’t want to spend another minute in the man’s presence. But he couldn’t kick him out of his restaurant. Not without making an already bad situation worse.
“I’ve got twenty years on the job, and I’m a damn good detective. You know why? Because I trust my instincts, and you know what, Mr. Parker? My instincts are leading me straight to you.”
Sean’s jaw went tight, felt as stiff as barbed wire, and his hands balled into fists at his sides. He’d never punch a cop, no matter how angry he was, but dammit, he was tempted.
“You think you’re above the law because you’re rich, but I have news for you. You’re not,” he snarled. “You started that fire outside of the Ruby Retreat, and I’m going to prove it.”
Rage bubbled up inside him, threatened to consume him. Detective Fenton was trying to intimidate him, trying to throw his weight around, but Sean wasn’t having it. And he wasn’t turning over his security video, either.
He straightened to his full height and stepped forward, looking down at the officer. “This conversation is over,” he said calmly, despite the anger coursing through his veins. “I had nothing to do with the fire at the Belleza, and I resent you implying that I did.”
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