Charlie, I promise to be very polite.’
While Felipe spoke to the waiter, Charlie and Zoe returned to their table to collect their bags. ‘What did you do that for?’ Charlie demanded. ‘I told you I didn’t want to have dinner with him.’
‘Oh, come on, live a little. You’re on holiday!’ Zoe gave a cheeky grin. ‘And I reckon Felipe likes you. I saw the way he was checking you out. Got to love a hot Latin!’
Charlie admitted defeat, she was never going to get Zoe to change her mind, and actually, if she was honest, she was secretly looking forward to dinner with Señor Castillo.
‘Okay, but please don’t tell them I’m a TV presenter. I don’t want to talk about work. If it comes up, I’ll say that I work in your boutique.’ In the past Charlie had found that if she talked about her career it tended to dominate the conversation, and right now she wanted time out from that.
‘As if I would ever let you near any of my customers with
your
dress sense,’ Zoe teased. But she agreed.
Felipe Castillo de Rivas, internationally renowned event rider, middle child of one of the oldest and most aristocratic families in Spain, watched with admiration as Charlie gathered her things. Now this was a woman he would like to get to know better. He hadn’t been annoyed by her earlier outburst; on the contrary, she had aroused his interest. He had been rather bored on this holiday so far as he wasn’t used to relaxing. Usually every minute of every single day was taken up with riding, but two months ago he had sustained a serious shoulder injury when his horse fell during a cross-country course and the doctors had advised rest, sun and physiotherapy – especially if he wanted to be fit enough to compete in the London Olympics. A brief affair with a beautiful, fiery woman could really liven things up for him …
He saw Luis shaking his head. ‘How is it that you always,
always
get your own way?’
Felipe shrugged, and gave a wicked grin. ‘It must be down to my charisma. But, Luis, just one thing. I don’t want to tell Charlie what I do. This is supposed to be a holiday, I don’t want to get sucked into a conversation about riding.’
‘Or about coming from a super-rich family? How sweet, you want her to like you for yourself,’ Luis teased.
‘That too. If it comes up, just say that I’ve got a web-design company with you.’
Luis chuckled. ‘That the best you can come up with? You can barely use your iPhone and you have to call me every time there’s a problem with your broadband connection!’ Luis was Felipe’s oldest and best friend. They had known each other since the age of six, and Felipe was well used to Luis teasing him. And as Luis did run a web-design company, Felipe supposed he could fill in for him if there were any awkward questions.
‘Just don’t let her see you without your shirt on, because you hardly look like someone who spends hours at their computer.’ Luis looked ruefully at his own slight paunch, while Felipe couldn’t resist slapping his solid abs and grinning. ‘I guarantee it won’t be long before the lovely Charlie sees much more of me than just my chest.’
Luis rolled his eyes.
‘Anyway,’ Felipe continued, ‘I’m sure we’ll have plenty of other things to talk about. I think Charlie is someone with strong opinions on things. I’m very much looking forward to dinner.’ He looked up as Charlie and Zoe returned. Zoe was an exceptionally pretty woman, but Charlie was the one his eyes were drawn to. She was beautiful, a one-off, and incredibly sexy. She was very slim and yet had delicious curves and particularly fine breasts from what he could see … just the kind of figure he worshipped in a woman.
This week was supposed to be one of complete rest and relaxation. When he returned to Spain, training for the Olympics would kick off in earnest, as well as the start of the eventing season in February. Surely getting to know Charlie better counted as the very best
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