Kiss Me Forever (Bachelors & Bridesmaids #1) (6 page)

Alex rubbed her shoulder with his hand. "Your muscles are super tight."

"You're a master of stating the obvious. This doesn't bother you at all, does it?" she asked, casting a quick look into his amused eyes.

"No, I love the feel of the waves. Maybe you should come downstairs."

She shook her head. "I'm staying right here. If I do throw up, I won't have any witnesses, especially if you go back to your friends."

"I'm not going to leave you alone."

She was both happy and dismayed by his answer. While she appreciated the company, she liked to be professional when she was on the job, and right now she felt anything but professional. And it wasn't just the ocean that was bothering her; it was Alex. He was so close to her she could smell the scent of his aftershave. The scent didn't turn her stomach. In fact, it made her want to curl into his side, rest her head on his chest, which would be completely inappropriate. What the hell was wrong with her?

"So who at this party are you really close to?" she asked, desperately trying to find something else to think about.

"I know most everyone, except for a few of the dates."

"It's obvious everyone likes you, but who knows the man and not the 'King of Games'?"

"There's no difference."

"I think there is."

"Well, you don't know me well enough to make that assumption."

"I'm trying to get to know you better."

"Do you ever have doubts about your job?" he asked, changing the subject.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think about the impact your stories might have on someone's life?"

"I always think about the impact. I want to write articles that encourage people to think, that inspire change, that make a difference. If I didn't want to make an impact, I wouldn't be a very good reporter."

"Sometimes reporters cross ethical lines."

"I've never done that."

"Maybe you've never had to make that choice."

She thought about that. "I suppose that's possible."

"If you're so interested in covering stories that make a difference to the world, then you're definitely wasting your time with me."

"You're an important man, not only because of your business but also because of your philanthropy. You are making a difference in the world, and that's the side of you I want to focus on, so you really don't have to keep trying to impress me with your celebrity lifestyle."

"Do you think that's what I'm doing?"

"I'm pretty sure," she said, tightening her grip on the rail as the boat took another serious dive. "Oh, my God, this is crazy."

"Don't look at the water, look at me," he ordered.

It wasn't that easy to tear her gaze away from the sea, but she finally managed to focus on his face, on his beautiful green eyes. He really was a gorgeous man, she thought, especially now with his dark hair damp from the sea breeze, his eyes sparkling, and his skin reddened by the sun and the wind. He was in his element, and she was—not. She hated to be at a disadvantage, but there was no denying that's exactly where she was now.

"Better?" he asked.

"Not really."

"You need a distraction." His hand slid from her shoulder to her waist, as he moved around in front of her.

She couldn't step away from him without taking her hands off the rail and that was not an option.

He gave her a warm smile. "You're a beautiful woman, Andrea."

"And you are a charming liar."

"You should learn how to take a compliment."

"I'm a mess," she protested.

"That's not what I see."

"Well, then you're blind. And I don't believe this sudden interest in me. I am not your type."

"What do you think is my type?" he asked curiously.

"Blonde, big breasts, fun to party with, and not looking for anything serious—kind of like at least six of the women downstairs. Tell me I'm wrong."

"You are blonde," he said, his grin broadening.

If she hadn't been so determined to hang on to the rail, she might have instinctively put her arms across her breasts, because Alex's curious gaze had dropped to her chest, and at his look, a shiver went down her spine.

Then he lifted his gaze to hers. He shifted his weight, moving a little closer, until there wasn't much more than a breath between them.

"What—what are you doing?" she asked, feeling both shock and anticipation.

"I'm thinking about kissing you."

"Why?"

"Does there have to be a reason?" he challenged. "I like you. You like me. There's chemistry between us."

"No, there's not," she denied, even though her heart was beating way too fast.

"I think there is."

"Well, even if there was, this story is important to me. I am not going to mess it up by getting involved with you."

"How could a kiss mess anything up?"

She swallowed hard. She couldn't think straight with the turbulent sea rocking the boat and Alex's irresistible smile making her feel completely off balance.

"It's only a matter of time, Andrea. I've known that since the first minute we met."

"When you insulted me with that bulldog comment?"

"I don't think I was wrong. You have definite bulldog tendencies."

She made a face at him. "Well, I don't mix business with pleasure."

"It would be a pleasure." His hands slid around her waist, pulling her into his chest. "Say yes."

She wanted to say yes, but the predatory gleam in his eyes made her realize that this moment was about more than a kiss; it was also a power play. Alex was a gamer. He created battles and adventures for fun and profit, and to do that successfully he had to be a master at reading people, seeing their strengths, their weaknesses, understanding their motivations and using their desires against them. But this wasn't a game. This was her job. And even though every nerve ending in her body was tingling, she found some willpower. "No."

Surprise flashed through his eyes. "Seriously?"

"Your moves aren't going to work on me. This isn't a game. I'm here with you because it's my job. Neither of us should forget that."

He stared back at her, his gaze reflective, a bit confused, but there was also a hint of respect. "Okay."

She waited for him to elaborate, but he seemed content to hold her, to look at her, which might have been an even better move on his part, because now that he wasn't pressing for a kiss, she found herself wanting him to make that move.

Or maybe she would. How crazy was that?

She licked her lips, swallowed hard, trying to resist the attraction that sizzled around them. She couldn't remember feeling so lit-up, so on-edge. The only good thing was that Alex had definitely taken her mind off the swirling sea.

"Second thoughts?" he asked with a hint of amusement, his intense gaze reading her too well.

"You should let me go," she said finally, her voice a little too breathless. "Go downstairs—see your friends."

"I told you I won't leave you alone up here."

She drew in a breath, turning her head, hoping to see the harbor just seconds away, but they were still off shore.

"No escape route," he said.

"Stop reading my mind."

The boat took another lurch, and she stumbled against him. His arms tightened around her.

"The universe is trying to tell you something," he said lightly, his breath warming her cheek.

It certainly was. She was having enough trouble fighting her own attraction, much less his, and now the ocean had to get in on it.

And then another long dive changed everything as a huge wave broke over the boat, soaking them both in icy water. She gasped, her heart skipping a beat at the shocking spray. She looked at Alex. He appeared just as bewildered as he wiped water from his eyes.

Then his gaze turned to her and he started to laugh. "I guess the universe is on your side after all."

"They do say Mother Nature is a woman."

"I have no doubt about that," he said dryly. "We should go downstairs and dry off. You're going to freeze up here.

"I'll take the cold over the nausea any day, but you go ahead."

He shook his head. "We'll stay close, keep each other warm."

She sighed as he moved closer. Maybe the universe wasn't on her side after all.

Chapter Four

An hour later, Andrea jumped off the yacht with overwhelming relief. She was so happy she almost kissed the ground, but she'd already embarrassed herself enough as it was. She muttered some quick goodbyes to Alex's friends, who seemed even more curious about her relationship with Alex after seeing them both descend from the upper deck in wet clothes. But at this moment, she didn't care what anyone thought. She'd dried off since the ocean had given them both a cold shower, but she was still cold and a little queasy. She just wanted to get dry and warm and hope her stomach would settle down.

After getting in the car, Alex turned the heat on high and sent her a quick look. "Feeling better?"

"Immensely."

"You're getting the color back in your face."

She pulled down the visor and was horrified at the way her tangled, damp hair was falling out of her ponytail. She pulled out her hairband and ran her hand through her hair, which didn't do much to improve her appearance. There was more pink in her cheeks now, but the little makeup she'd had on was completely gone. She did not look at all like any of the other women who'd left the party in the same condition in which they'd arrived.

"Checking the damage?" Alex asked. "You don't look that bad."

"The mirror says otherwise. But I am happy that at least I didn't throw up on you."

"I'm happy about that, too."

She put the visor back up and settled in her seat as the heat finally began to stop her shivers. "Are we going back to your house?"

"Yeah. I'll drop you off at your car."

"I was hoping we might have time to talk or that you could give me a tour of your home."

"Sorry, but I have an appointment. We'll talk later at the cocktail reception for the mayor."

"Another party?"

"You wanted to see how I live. This is what I do on the weekends," he said with a shrug.

"Actually, I want to get to know you, not just follow you around. Is there any way you can postpone what you're doing this afternoon?"

"I'm afraid not."

Frustration ran through her. "You can pretend that letting me tag along at parties is doing an interview, but we both know it isn't. If you didn't want to tell your story, you shouldn't have agreed to be the cover story."

"I've certainly had second thoughts about that in the past twenty-four hours."

"Do you want to pull out? If you do, you better say so now, because the magazine is up against a tight deadline."

"No, I honor my commitments," he said, shooting her a look as he stopped the car at a light.

"Great. Then let's set up a time to talk, to have a real conversation, either before tonight's party or after. Or we skip the party and meet tomorrow," she said, trying to get their relationship back on a more professional level.

Alex didn't answer right away. In fact, he seemed to be pondering something fairly serious, then he said, "All right. You can come with me now."

"Where are we going?"

"To hell and back."

"What?"

"Hang on."

Alex gunned the motor and with a decided squeal of the tires, he made a sharp right turn and sped down the street. It soon became apparent that they were traveling to the other side of town, to a neighborhood very far from the one in which Alex lived.

* * *

The streets in the area of San Francisco known as the Tenderloin were dark and grimy with homeless people on every corner and an air of poverty and despair. Alex's Mercedes came under scrutiny every time they had to stop at an intersection. Andrea instinctively locked her door at one particularly seedy corner.

The motion brought Alex's gaze to her face. "Not your scene? Do you want me to take you home?"

"No. I'm a reporter. I'm used to following stories wherever they go."

"Even to hell?" he said dryly.

"Where are we really going?"

"You'll see."

He drove down another block, past a liquor store, a pawn shop and a bar boasting ninety-nine cent tacos. It was not the San Francisco of the tourist brochures, the cosmopolitan city where people like Alex Donovan wined and dined in fancy restaurants or on elegant yachts. It was an urban neighborhood suffering from harsh economic realities.

She couldn't imagine where they were going. Maybe Alex was taking a shortcut. It was the only answer that made sense. What business would he have on a street like this?

Eventually, he turned into an alley, the passageway so narrow Andrea thought she could reach out a hand and touch the buildings they were passing. Finally the alley opened up and set back to one side was a parking lot and a dirty white sign that read
To Hell And Back
.

Alex pulled into a spot and cut the engine. Then he waved his hand at the sign. "You thought I was kidding."

"What is this place?"

"For a few weeks a long time ago, it was my home."

"Really?" She was more than a little intrigued by the first personal piece of information he'd revealed.

"Let's go inside."

"All right." She followed him through a large warehouse door. One step into the lobby area told her they had entered a gym. While the outside of the building had been less than stellar, the inside was modern and clean. A teenager with a baseball cap on backwards was typing on a computer behind the counter. He stood up and gave Alex a high five.

"Haven't seen you in a while," the kid said.

"I've been working," Alex replied. "Andrea Blain, meet Sammy Jordan."

"Nice to meet you."

"You, too." He turned to Alex. "Are you looking for some action today?"

"No, I need to see Mick. Is he in his office?"

"He's working the ring."

"Thanks," Alex said, as the boy sat down, returning his attention to his computer.

Alex led her through another set of double doors that led into a large open space. She paused for a moment to take it all in. There were weights and fitness machines on one side of the room, with at least a dozen guys working out. Then there was a large area with nothing but boxing bags hanging from the ceiling. An instructor was showing a kid how to use his legs in a kickboxing maneuver. Finally, there were two glass-walled rooms that appeared to be exercise studios, although there were no classes currently in session.