Grapes of Wrath (Billionaires' Secrets Book 2) (6 page)

Amado shouted as he climaxed. She opened her eyes in time to see his face in tortured ecstasy. He held her so tight she could barely breathe and they crashed into the mattress together with force. He panted and hugged her to him, moaning, as he throbbed inside her.

“Por amor.”
His breath rasped against her ear.

Susannah blinked, blinded by even the tiny slivers of moonlight that played across the walls.
Love?

It was probably just an expression. She didn’t know Argentine idioms.

Besides, her mind didn’t seem to work too well anymore. She was all body. All sensation, all touch and lick and soft, pliant wetness.

Amado’s head lay on her chest—he appeared to have collapsed from exhaustion, but she could see his eyes on her, wide and dark and filled with...amazement.

Susannah blew out a breath. The first hint of rational thought came sneaking back.

What the heck happened to you?

Had she really been yelping and panting so loud that she set the dogs off?

A flush spread over her already hot and sticky face.

As if they’d been listening, the dogs let out a chorus of enthusiastic barks.

Stray shards of the things she’d said—that she’d moaned and shouted—popped into her mind. Local idioms she’d learned over the years while being instructed
never
to use them under any circumstances. Words that had apparently lodged in her subconscious waiting for just this moment to make their appearance.

Amado still stared at her. Barely blinking.

“Are you okay?” Her words sounded oddly clinical in the thick lush silence of the night.

“No,” he breathed. “I’m much, much, much, better than okay.” He swallowed. “You?”

The words appeared to cost him great effort. How long had they been...? Susannah bit her lip. It could have been hours. The poor man was exhausted.

Or was he? She thought she detected a sudden wicked gleam in his eye.

“You are a woman of many dimensions, Susannah Clarke.”

Far more than I’d previously suspected.

Susannah wasn’t sure it was a good thing to be capable of such total sexual abandon. Seemed like the kind of trait that could get you into trouble.

At least her secret would be safe with Amado. Tierra de Oro was very far from New York. And surely no one would ever get her going like that again.

Thank goodness.

Amado’s breathing slowed and steadied. His muscles relaxed and grew heavier, as he pulled her closer to him. He shifted slightly, and let out a sigh.

He’d fallen asleep—on her.

Susannah couldn’t help a burst of silent laughter, and even the vibration of her chest didn’t stir him. He looked so sweet lying there, his handsome face nestled between her breasts and his arms wrapped securely around her torso.

Apparently he was quite at home with her in his bed. And why wouldn’t he be? She had no illusions that this was a rare occasion for him. He was gorgeous and an incorrigible flirt. She really didn’t even mind.

Did she?

She swallowed.

Didn’t want to think about that.

In a day or so she’d be back in New York, updating her database and checking on the deliveries she was expecting from vineyards all around the world.

Including Amado’s. Some of his wines were daring and successful to the point where she was sure Tarrant would want them for his own cellars.

Which meant she’d still have to deal with Amado.

Or not? Amado concerned himself with the aspects of the business that interested him, the hands-on growing and fermenting. He left the marketing and shipping to his capable staff.

Most likely she’d chat on the phone with a friendly assistant who’d give her the advertising spiel on the various wines and send her samples and—

Samples.

She couldn’t leave here without the DNA sample.

Susannah swallowed hard.

I’ll give you a sample of my DNA—just to prove that you ’re wrong, of course—if you ’ll spend the night in my bed.

She’d held up her end of the bargain.

But somehow, asking for his DNA now would be harder than ever.

Chapter Six

S
usannah snuck out of Amado’s bed and back into her own room sometime before dawn. She needed to compose herself and regain her professional demeanor—or what was left of it—before she confronted him again.

His enormous white dogs greeted the sunrise with a chorus of enthusiastic baying. Heat crept up her neck when she heard the sound.

She dressed carefully in a plain black dress and arranged her hair into a chignon. It was too tangled to wear down. Her lips were red from kissing and she tried to tone down her flushed cheeks with loose powder.

There wasn’t anything she could do about the dazzled look in her eyes.

When she heard Rosa arrive in a car and start clattering around in the kitchen, Susannah took a deep breath and went downstairs, determined to act as if nothing had happened. Her offer to help was politely rebuffed so she sat in front of the unlit fireplace.

When breakfast was ready, Rosa yelled up to Amado. Susannah rose from the sofa and held her breath as his door creaked open.

Amado appeared, sleepy and disheveled, at the top of the stairs. He stopped when he saw her. Susannah swallowed as he rested his eyes on her and a smile spread over his face. He eased down the stairs on bare feet.

“Morning,” he whispered. His eyes had the same dazed look she’d seen in her own mirror that morning.

His pale blue shirt hung unbuttoned, revealing an enticing slice of tanned chest.

“Hi,” she stuttered. Then she refocused her eyes on the door to the dining room, blinked, and attempted to guide her feet in that direction.

Rosa tutted at the sight of Amado. He simply smiled at her.

He pulled out a chair for Susannah. “Sit down. Eat.”

Susannah snuck a glance at Rosa, whose stolid face was characteristically expressionless.

Did Amado always eat breakfast half dressed?

Or only when he’d slept with his guest the previous night. No need to stand on ceremony when you’d spent the night writhing and moaning in each other’s arms.

She fanned her napkin out over her lap. She had nothing to be ashamed of. They were both adults and she—

Rosa’s withering look made her shrink into her chair.

Amado didn’t even bother to make polite conversation. Relaxed and at ease, he enjoyed the breakfast Rosa had prepared for them.

Susannah wanted to concentrate on her creamy
cafe con leche
and the delicious fresh baked rolls and pastries with homemade jam, but it was hard with Amado sitting across the table, staring right at her.

He caught her gaze time after time, his dark eyes shining with pleasure, until her heart was ready to flutter right out of her chest.

I’ve got to get out of here,
was the thought foremost in her mind. Amado had an unhealthy and dangerous effect on her libido.

She was here to do a job. She was actually being paid for this, and she’d better start to earn her salary—if she wanted to keep it, that is.

She checked that Rosa was out of earshot.

Her heart thudded as she leaned forward. “You will give me the DNA, won’t you?”

Amado’s expression hardened. The smile slipped from his mouth and faded from his eyes. “Yes.”

A chill descended over the breakfast table. He pulled his napkin from his lap and rose to his feet. Padded silently away, leaving her sitting, staring after him.

She kept her breathing steady and forced a smile as the grim Rosa came back into the room with more coffee. “No, thanks.”

Right now, she felt guilty eating their food and enjoying their hospitality. What if Tarrant Hardcastle was right, and she was about to show them all that Amado was the illegitimate product of a casual affair?

Amado buttoned his shirt and slicked his hair back with a comb. He had a bizarre sensation of going into battle.

Susannah Clarke was here to impugn his mother’s name. Of course, the idea that his mother had an affair was preposterous, so he wasn’t afraid of the test results. Still, his cheerful mood had evaporated.

So, she’d slept with him for purely practical purposes. Why did that bother him? He’d slept with her for his own reasons, which admittedly were far less complicated.

Had no idea what he was getting into, either. He’d never met a woman like this. So cool and composed on the outside, so fiery and abandoned in his bed. Fascinating.

Then this morning she confronted him with that prim smile. Reminded him that last night’s enjoyment was simply part of a cold-blooded business deal for her.

Irritation spiked in his gut as he buckled his belt. Still, he was a man of honor, and he’d made a promise.

He heard her moving about in the guest bedroom, and he entered without knocking. “My body is yours to do with as you like.”

She dropped whatever she was packing in her bag and looked up. She looked nervous, so slender and delicate in her long black dress.

He cocked his head. “Did I startle you?”

She blinked and swallowed. Nervous. “I’m just getting my things together.”

“I can see that. So what’s the plan? You extract my bodily fluids and head back to New York with them?” His eyes narrowed as a nasty thought crept over his brain. “Or did you already take what you were looking for?”

Susannah swallowed. “No! I didn’t take anything.” She colored. “There’s a lab in Mendoza that can process the test. It would be best if you come there with me so they can take the sample themselves. That way there’s less risk of contamination, and you’ll be sure that no one, you know, tampered with...”

She trailed off and tucked an imaginary lock behind her ear. A strange gesture since her long dark hair was secured in a tight chignon. Her dress buttoned to her neck and flared from the waist almost to her ankles.

She looked every inch the prudish missionary’s daughter.

Touch me not.

But he knew better.

“So you want me to accompany you into Mendoza?”

“Well, I’d imagine you’d need to bring your own car...”

“So you don’t have to drive me home again.” He tilted his head. “You think of all the details.”

“And actually,” her hands trembled as she struggled with the zipper of her bag, “I ran out of gas on my way here so, I’m afraid I’ll need some before I can go anywhere.”

Amado crossed his arms. “It appears that once again you are at my mercy. Lucky thing I’m a gentleman.” A wicked smile crept over his lips. “At least some of the time.”

Her lips parted and she looked like she wanted to protest. He shouldn’t toy with her this way. She was obviously rather innocent and unschooled when it came to men, and she didn’t deserve to be teased.

Still, she had slept with him. She was a grown-up. She knew what she was doing.

And now they both knew she had a wild side.

That intrigued him more than he could say. What other secrets hid beneath that that cool and demure exterior?

Since Amado didn’t fancy cramming himself into her tiny rental car, they took his Mercedes sedan and arranged for one of his employees to drive her car back to town and meet him later.

During the drive, they talked easily about the area and its history and Amado’s family. He got a strong sense that she didn’t believe he was this Hardcastle man’s son, either.

“Will your boss be upset when you don’t bring back the results he’s expecting?”

“I can’t see how he could be. Honestly, I don’t know anything about how they’re finding people or what they want. I do know he’s dying, though.”

“From what?”

“Prostate cancer. He wouldn’t mind me telling you. He and his wife have been active in trying to encourage people to get tested and seek treatment early. He says he ignored his symptoms for too long because he thought he was invincible.”

Amado frowned. The illness made this foreign stranger seem more real to him. “Is he suffering?”

“I’d imagine so. No one wants to die.” She looked out the window, to where the Andes rose in the distance. “This quest to find his lost children is keeping him going, from what I hear. It’s become a passion for him.”

“But why does he want to find them?”

“I think he wants to confront his past mistakes, or failings, or something. Face up to them before he dies.”

“So he th
i
nks I’m one of his past
mistakes?”
Amado couldn’t help laughing.

“It does sound rude, put like that. He’s very rich, though. I suspect he wants to leave some of his vast fortune to them.”

She looked at him with those dark, perceptive eyes. Studying him for signs of greed?

Fifteen years ago, even five years ago, money might have been welcome as he tried to bring the
estancia
up to modern methods of production. The construction of the state-of-the-art winery had involved large and complicated loans.