Brazilian Revenge (The Brazilians) Read Online Free PDF

marbled floor.
    His heart squeezed for no good reason. What a stupid body he had, with stupid reactions. What other explanation was there?
    She shrugged. “I had to make up for lost time. What can I wear?” She glanced around, and he wished the high four-poster bed were in a different room. His sister had insisted at least one room should be less minimalist and more romantic, and he wished now Camila hadn’t been good friends with the interior designer and hadn’t influenced her a bit. It would save him the hassle of imagining Satyanna on that bed.
    “My assistant Laura is bringing you some clothes,” he said, looking away. She wasn’t naked, goddamn it, but memory of her in her birthday suit rose unbidden, anyway. He cleared his throat. “She must be running late.”
    “Is there anything I can wear in the mean time?”
    He headed to the antique five-drawer chest, opened the top drawer, and retrieved a red, fluffy robe he kept for guests. His housekeeper had thought it would be a good idea, even though he rarely entertained. Never in a million years did he imagine Satyanna Darling wearing it in his duplex apartment in Rio. “There.”
    The moment he handed her the robe, his fingers brushed hers, and a sizzling sensation ignited through him. As if he had been burned, he took a couple steps back. Avoidance was key.
    A mischievous smile spread across her face. “Did you steal this from Hugh Hefner’s closet?”
    He frowned at her light humor, and caught himself smiling before it was too late. “Blame it on Julia, my housekeeper. I give her carte blanche to buy whatever she needs, and that’s what happens.”
    She flashed him the loveliest of smiles. “You’re lucky she doesn’t buy your clothes.”
    Clearing his throat, he drummed his fingers on his black leather belt. “Laura should be here soon so you can change.” Yes. Keep it professional. She had deceived him with a smile before. Was he really that irresponsible to fall for it again? No.
    Satyanna was so sexy it should be illegal, but that was all. She didn’t have any of the qualities he looked for in a lifelong mate. In fact, because of her untrustworthy nature, finding nonsexual qualities in her was almost impossible.
    She slid on the robe, and he cursed himself for paying attention to the towel that she dropped and tossed on the bed. “Will she bring food? That sandwich you gave me—”
    Enough small talk. Her deep, sexy voice was a liability. If he kept listening, her drawl could disarm him and eventually be the death of him, like male victims of mythological mermaids. “Listen, woman—”
    “Woman?” She chuckled, the sound a tad lighter than the atmosphere between them. “Where did you get that from, your annual Neanderthal conference?”
    Tension crackled in the air. Why would she try to humor him? The situation was nothing but serious. He wanted to make Harry pay for what he’d stolen. Would she really hand him her partner on a silver platter?
    Doubtful. She chewed on her lower lip, shoulders lifted. The idea of slamming her against the wall and capturing her lips with his was tempting. His blood thickened and pounded. Maybe that’s part of her plan. Resist her.
    “You are skating on thin ice, Satyanna. Don’t forget.”
    “How could I? I have you to keep me honest.” She tightened the belt of her robe.
    “I’m smart, but I can’t make miracles.” He paced in a couple small circles, the sole of his designer shoes squeaking against the marbled floor. Time to talk about what really mattered. “Where did you give birth?”
    She threaded her fingers through her hair, doing that scrunching thing women did when they wanted to fix their curls. “At a small women’s clinic just outside Rio, in Niterói.”
    Had she stayed there the entire time, so relatively close to him? While he searched for her in different states? “We’ll be visiting the clinic soon.”
    She frowned. “Why?”
    “Because I need to know if what happened is