Chapter one-Sloane

Breaking into a ten-thousand-dollar-a-night Greek villa hadn’t been in my plans for the

day, but plans changed and people adapted, especially when they had clients who insisted

on making their life as difficult as possible.

My knees scraped against concrete as I hauled myself onto the terrace ledge and over

the railing. If I ruined my brand-new Stella Alonso dress over this, I’d kill him, bring him

back to clean up the mess, then kill him again.

Luckily for him, I landed on the terrace without incident and slipped back into the

heels I’d tossed over earlier. The heavy drum of my heartbeats followed me to the sliding

glass door, where I tapped the master key I’d “borrowed” from one of the maids against the

card reader.

I would’ve gone through the front door, but it was too exposed.

The back terrace was the only way.

The card reader whirred, and for a single terrifying second, I thought it wouldn’t open.

Then the reader flashed green, and I allowed myself a breath of relief before I set my jaw

again.

Breaking in was the easy part. Getting him to another country by sunset was another.

I made a quick detour to the kitchen, then crossed the living room to the primary suite.

I winced when I saw the empty beer bottles littering the kitchen counter, and it took every

ounce of willpower not to toss them in the recycling bin, sterilize the marble, and spray the

room with air freshener.

Stay focused. My professional and personal reputations were on the line.

The villa was cool and quiet despite the early-afternoon sun splashing through the

windows, and the bedroom was cooler and quieter still.

Perhaps that was why, when I walked to the bed and unceremoniously dumped a large

bowl of ice-cold water over its slumbering occupant, the speed of his response startled a

rare gasp out of me.

A strong hand shot out and grasped my wrist. The empty bowl clattered to the ground,

and the room tilted as he yanked me down, rolled over, and pinned me against the bed

before the gasp fully left my mouth.

Xavier Castillo stared down at me, his handsome face etched with a scowl.

The only son of Colombia’s wealthiest man (and my least cooperative client) was

usually laid-back to a fault, but there was nothing laid-back about the way his forearm

pressed against my throat or the one hundred eighty pounds of solid muscle trapping me

beneath him.

His scowl relaxed as anger gave way to recognition and a touch of horror. “Sloane?”

“That is my name.” I lifted my chin, trying not to focus on how warm he was

compared to the damp mattress against my back. “Now, if you could release me

immediately, it would be appreciated. I’m ruining a seven-hundred-dollar dress.”

“Mierda.” He spit out the curse and relaxed his hold on my neck so I could get up.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“My job.” I pushed him off me and stood. Was it just me, or was it exponentially

colder now than it’d been five minutes ago? “It’s the twelfth. You know where you’re

supposed to be, and it’s not here.” I glared at him, daring him to argue. “I thought you were an intruder. I could’ve hurt you.” Now that we’d established I

wasn’t here to rob or kidnap him, a familiar grin replaced his frown. Xavier retook his spot

on the bed, the picture of insouciance. “Technically, you are an intruder, but a very

beautiful one. If you wanted to join me in bed, you only had to say so. No need to go to all

this trouble.” He arched an eyebrow at the bowl on the floor. “How’d you get in anyway?”

“I stole a master key, and don’t try to distract me.” After three years of working with

Xavier, I was used to his tricks. “It’s one in the afternoon. Your jet is waiting for us at the

airport. If we leave in the next half hour, we’ll make it to London in time to get ready

before tonight’s gala.”

“Great plan.” Xavier stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “Except for one

problem—I’m not going.”

My nails dug into my palms before I caught myself. Breathe.

Remember, murdering a client is considered unprofessional.

“You will get out of bed,” I said, my voice chilly enough to freeze the droplets of water

lingering on his skin. “You will board that jet, attend the gala with a smile, and stay for the

entirety of the event like a good representative of the Castillo family because if you don’t, I

will make it my personal mission to ensure you never have another second of peace. I will

crash every party you attend, warn off any woman stupid enough to fall into your orbit, and

blacklist any of your friends who enable your worst impulses from my events. I can make

your life a living hell, so don’t make an enemy out of me.”

Xavier yawned again.

This had been our dynamic since Xavier’s father hired me three years ago, right before

Xavier moved from Los Angeles to New York, but I was done going easy on him.

“So, you’re my new publicist.” Xavier kicked back in his chair and propped his feet on

my desk. White teeth flashed against tanned skin, and his eyes sparkled with a slyness that

made me bristle.

Ten seconds after meeting my most lucrative client, and I already hated him.

“Remove your feet from my desk and sit like a proper adult.” I didn’t care that Alberto

Castillo was paying me triple my usual fee to look after his son. No one disrespected me in

my own office. “Otherwise, you can leave and explain to your father why you got dropped

by your publicist on the very first day. I imagine that’ll have a negative impact on your cash

flow.”

“Ah, you’re one of those.” He acquiesced, but his smile hardened at the mention of his

father. “Uptight rule follower. Got it. You should’ve introduced yourself that way instead of

with your name.”

My favorite pen cracked from the force of my grip.

I wasn’t a superstitious person, but even I could tell that didn’t bode well for the future

of our relationship.

I’d been right.

I let him slide when it came to certain things because the Castillos were my biggest

contract, but my job was to keep his family’s reputation pristine, not kiss the heir’s ass.

Xavier was a grown man. It was time he acted like it.

“That’s quite a threat,” he drawled. “Every party and woman? You must really like

me.”He slunk out of bed with the lazy grace of a panther awakening from slumber. A pair

of gray sweatpants rode low on his hips, revealing golden-brown skin and a V cut one

wouldn’t expect from someone who spent the majority of his days partying and sleeping.

Inky tattoos swirled up his bare chest and shoulders and down his arms in intricate patterns.

If it were anyone else, I would’ve admired the raw masculine beauty on display, but

this was Xavier Castillo. The day I admired anything except his commitment to non-

commitment was the day I could somehow physically cry again.

“Don’t worry, Luna,” he said, catching my scrutiny with a small grin. “I won’t tell

your other clients I’m your favorite.”

Sometimes he called me by my actual name. Other times he called me Luna. It wasn’t

my nickname, middle name, or any name close to Sloane, but he refused to tell me why and

I’d given up on getting him to stop or explain long ago.

“Be serious for once,” I said. “The event is honoring your father.”

“Even more reason not to go. It’s not like my old man will be there to accept the

award.” Xavier’s smile didn’t budge, but his eyes flickered with a spark of danger. “He’s

dying, remember?”

The words crashed between us and sucked all the oxygen out of the room as we stared

at each other, his unflappable calm a rock against my mounting frustration.

The Castillos’ father-son relationship was notoriously thorny, but Alberto Castillo

hired me to manage their reputation, not their personal issues—that was, until what

happened behind closed doors spilled into the public eye.

“People already think you’re a good-for-nothing trust fund brat for shirking your

responsibilities after your father was diagnosed.” I didn’t mince words. “If you miss an

event honoring him as Philanthropist of the Year, the media will eat you alive.”

“They already do, and honor?” Xavier raised his eyebrows. “The man writes a check

for a couple million every year, and he not only gets a tax write-off but also fawning praise

for being a philanthropist. You and I both know the award doesn’t mean shit. Anyone with

deep enough pockets can get it. Besides…” He leaned against the wall and crossed his

arms. “Mykonos is way more fun than another stuffy gala. You should stay. The ocean air

will be good for you.”

Dammit, I recognized that tone. It was his “you can put a gun to my head and I still

won’t cave because it’ll piss you off” tone. I’d heard it more times than I cared to count.

I did a quick mental calculation.

I hadn’t gotten to where I was in my career by fighting losing battles. I needed to be in

London tonight, and our window for a timely departure was rapidly shrinking. Missing my

rendezvous was not an option, but if Xavier stayed in Greece, my job required me to stay as

well and look after him.

Since I didn’t have the time to guilt, threaten, or persuade him into doing what I

wanted like I usually did, I was left with one last resort.

A bargain.

I crossed my arms, mirroring his stance. “Let’s hear it.” His brows arched higher.

“Your condition,” I said. “The one thing you want in exchange for attending the

awards ceremony. Anything involving sex, drugs, or illegal activities is off the table. Other

than that, I’m willing to bargain.”His eyes narrowed. He hadn’t expected me to give in so easily, and if I didn’t need to

be in London by eight p.m., I wouldn’t have. But I couldn’t miss my date, so a deal with the

devil it was.

“Fine.” Xavier’s cheeks dimpled with his signature smile, though a shadow of

suspicion remained on his face. “Since you’re so forthcoming, I will be too. I want a

vacation.”

“You’re already on vacation.”

“Not me. You.” He pushed off the wall, his steps languid yet deliberate as he crossed

the room and stopped mere inches from me. “I’ll attend the gala if you promise to join me

on vacation after. Three weeks in Spain. No work, just play.”

The request soared from so far out of left field I gave myself whiplash trying to follow

it. “You want me to take three weeks off work?”

“Yes.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

I’d taken a total of two vacation days since I started Kensington PR, my boutique

public relations firm, six years ago. The first was for my grandmother’s funeral. The second

was when I was hospitalized with pneumonia (chasing paparazzi in the dead of winter

would do that to you). Even then, I’d kept up with emails on my phone.

I was work. Work was me. The thought of abandoning it for even a minute made my

stomach cramp.

“That’s the deal.” Xavier shrugged. “Take it or leave it.”

“Forget it. It’s not happening.”

“Fine.” He turned toward the bed again. “In that case, I’m going back to sleep. Feel

free to stay or fly home. It doesn’t matter to me.”

My teeth clenched.

That bastard. He knew I wouldn’t fly home and leave him here to sow chaos in my

absence. With my luck, he’d throw a public orgy on the beach tonight just to set tongues

wagging and drive home the fact he wasn’t at the gala when he should be.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. We needed to leave in the next fifteen minutes if we

were to make it to the gala in time.

If it weren’t for my eight o’clock date in London, I might have called Xavier’s bluff,

but…

Dammit.

“I can do two days,” I said, relenting. One weekend wouldn’t kill me, right?

“Two weeks.”

“One week.”

“Deal.” His dimples blinded me again, and I realized I’d been tricked. He’d

deliberately started with a higher offer to barter me down to his original plan.

Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets, and when he held out his hand, I had no

choice but to shake on the time frame I’d proposed.

That was the worst part about Xavier. He was smart, but he applied it to all the wrong

things.

“Don’t look at me like I killed your pet fish,” he drawled. “I’m taking you on vacation.

It’ll be fun. Trust me.”

His smile widened at my icy stare.One week in Spain with one of my least favorite people on the planet. What could

possibly go wrong?

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