“Hi, Princesa. I brought the wine and the guest lists as you ordered.”
“I don’t order, I request.” Defensive mode was her method of survival around him. She stepped back and invited him in.
Roberto stood just inside and surveyed her house. She followed his gaze. Lots of windows let in plenty of sunlight. Sheer red curtains over white slatted blinds complemented the also white carpeting and black leather sectional with red throw pillows scattered over it. Why was it so important that he like her home?
With a smile and a shake of his head, Roberto said, “Nice. It suits you. Fiery yet warm. By the way, Jennifer and Raquel won’t be able to make it tonight.” Striding inside, he set the wine bottle on the table next to the wine glasses and the manila folder containing the guest lists on the sofa.
So much for her well-laid plans. “Why not? We have a lot to do tonight. Why didn’t they call me?” She wanted to stomp her foot like a child. Fortunately, she was able to control that urge. Unfortunately, her face felt as hot as stoked fire. Darn, why did she have such pale skin? Was it anger or the thought of being alone with him? Anger, definitely anger.
“Because they called me,” Roberto replied. “Between the two of us, we can get everything done. Not to worry, Princesa, hard work is not hazardous to your health.”
