The Executive's Valentine Seduction / Valente Must Marry: The Executive's Valentine Seduction

A series of small shocks rippled down her spine. Those eyes.

That deep golden tint. The russet outer ring around the dark iris. Wolf’s eyes, the former librarian in her catalogued automatically, due to the high incidence of that colour in wolves.

Like…Like…

Like the eyes that had haunted her dreams for years. Mocking her. Taunting her to shed her prissy inhibitions. Tempting her to sin.

It couldn’t be him! This high-powered executive couldn’t be the hot stud she’d given her virginity to. The bastard who’d roared out of her life the next morning, leaving a trail of devastation in his wake.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as he approached. Those wolf’s eyes never left her face. “Hello, Caroline. It’s been a long time.”

Merline Lovelace, a retired air force officer, served at bases all over the world, including tours in Taiwan, Vietnam and at the Pentagon. When she hung up her uniform for the last time, she decided to combine her love of adventure and flair for storytelling, basing many of her tales on her experiences in the service.

Since then, she’s produced more than seventy-five action-packed novels, many of which have made the USA TODAY and Waldenbooks bestseller lists. Over ten million copies of her works are in print in thirty-one countries. Named Oklahoma’s Writer of the Year and the Oklahoma Female Veteran of the Year, Merline is also a recipient of the Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA® Award.

Check Merline’s website at www.merlinelovelace.com for news, contests and information about forthcoming releases.

Dear Reader,

My husband and I have stumbled across some magical spots during our many years of rambling. Tossa de Mar, on Spain’s Costa Brava, ranks right up near the top of our list. We found it by chance during a jaunt that took us from Madrid to Seville to Barcelona to the Strait of Gibraltar.

When we stopped in Tossa, I fell instantly in love with its sparkling bay, crescent-shaped beach and ancient ruins. What made it even more special is that Al and I celebrated an anniversary there. So when I needed a spot to set the stage for The Executive’s Valentine Seduction, I knew it had to be beautiful Tossa by the Sea.

All my best,

Merline

For my darling, who explored Tossa de Mar with me all those years ago. I can’t wait for all the adventures yet to come!

One

Caroline Walters had no premonition her world was about to implode that balmy February afternoon.

She stood in the lobby of a new, upscale resort in Tossa de Mar, a seaside vacation spot on Spain’s Costa Brava, just an hour north of Barcelona. While Caro breathed in the fragrance of the bloodred gladiolas on the table beside her, she waited for the silver BMW gliding along the palm-lined drive to pull up at the resort’s entrance.

The big moment was finally here. Her first meeting with the client who’d had her and her two partners jumping through hoops for the past month!

She used the final few seconds before he arrived to check the mirror framing the gladiolas. Her honey-brown hair was smooth, with not a single tendril escaping from the heavy twist. Her green eyes gazed back at her with just the right degree of confidence. Her slim, black wool crepe skirt and matching jacket didn’t show a single wrinkle.

Satisfied she looked the part of a coolly competent travel consultant and event coordinator, she flipped through the embossed leather folder she’d prepared for Rory Burke, founder and chief executive of the LA-based firm Global Security, Inc. She wanted to make sure she’d included everything Burke had requested.

Final conference agenda, check.

Resort layout, check.

Diagrams showing room setup for general sessions, check.

Additional diagrams for breakout rooms, check.

Arrival times and room numbers of all attendees, check.

Burke’s hotel preregistration and room key, check.

Reassured everything was in place, Caroline closed the folder. She was primed and ready.

She should be! She and her partners had worked their buns off since this short-notice job dropped in their laps a few days before Christmas. They’d had just a little over a month to scout locations and pull together a conference plan for the hundred-plus security agents flying in from all parts of the world.

January had passed in a blur of frantic prep work. The flurry of e-mails and phone calls with Burke’s people had multiplied exponentially the first week in February. Two days ago Caro had flown to Spain to nail down the final details. In several marathon sessions with the resort’s conference coordinator, she’d reconfirmed menus, special dietary considerations, room setups and audiovisual aids.

She’d also tackled the rather daunting challenge of arranging a demo facility for an assortment of lethal weapons. In a last-minute change to the conference agenda, Global Security’s head honcho had added a hands-on session to test new offensive and defensive weaponry for the protection of their clients.

As its name implied, GSI specialized in providing threat analysis and personal protection for clients ranging from kings and rock stars to newspaper editors who landed on religious fanatics’ hate lists. The company profile indicated its agents were drawn from the ranks of military and law enforcement in twelve different countries.

The company’s CEO was equally fascinating. His bio read like a James Bond novel. U.S. Army Ranger. Special Ops duty in war-torn Bosnia. A short stint with an unspecified government agency. Advisor to the Columbian Presidential Protection Unit. Founder and chief operating officer of GSI. Now fielding highly specialized agents in Iraq, Darfur, Indonesia, Latin America—just about every hot spot on the globe.

Somewhere along the way he’d also managed to complete a bachelor’s degree in law enforcement and a master’s degree in international affairs. Curiously, neither his bio nor his company Web site had included a photo of Burke or any of his operatives. Caro suspected that might have something to do with GSI’s pledge to provide “complete, confidential and anonymous protection.”

As a former librarian, Caroline had read more than her share of action/adventure novels. She could admire real-life James Bond types like Rory Burke. Unfortunately, her one brief walk on the wild side had produced such disastrous consequences that she had zero desire to emulate their exploits.

So she couldn’t help feeling both curious about and just a touch wary of her new client. She didn’t allow either emotion to show, however, as the rental car she’d reserved for him at the Barcelona Airport pulled under the resort’s vine-covered portico. A polite smile firmly in place, she waited while he exited the BMW and strode through the double glass doors.

Her first thought was that Burke certainly fit the mental image she’d constructed in her head. Despite the pinstripes and Italian silk tie, he wasn’t someone she wanted to encounter in a dark alley.

The hand-tailored suit only emphasized his lean, rangy build. He wore his tawny hair cut ruthlessly short. His nose was flattened at the bridge, as if it had taken a direct hit from a club or a gun butt. And when he peeled off his mirrored sunglasses, his amber eyes lasered into Caro.

A series of small shocks rippled down her spine. Those eyes. That deep golden tint. The russet outer ring around the iris. Wolf’s eyes, the former librarian in her cataloged automatically, due to the high incidence of that color in wolves.

Like…Like…

Like the eyes that had haunted her dreams for years. Mocking her. Taunting her to shed her prissy inhibitions. Tempting her to sin.

Her heart stuttered. Her breath sliced like a razor blade inside her throat.

It couldn’t be him! This high-powered executive couldn’t be the young tough whose motorcycle she’d climbed aboard one steamy summer night. The hot stud she gave her virginity to. The bastard who’d roared out of her life the next morning, leaving a trail of devastation in his wake.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think as he approached. Those wolf’s eyes never left her face.

“Hello, Caroline. It’s been a long time.”

Oh God! Oh God, oh God, oh God!

Her mind reeled with disbelief. Everything in her shouted a denial. She gouged her nails deep into her palms and felt her body go ice-cold then blaze white-hot when Burke shot out a hand to grip her upper arm.

“But don’t keel over on me.”

The gruff command triggered the survival instincts Caro had been forced to develop in the aftermath of that long-ago night. She couldn’t quite stop the trembling, but she clamped down on the waves of dizziness and dragged in a breath that cut like jagged glass.

“How…? When…?”

“When did I find out I got you pregnant?” he finished for her. “Three months ago.”

His gaze swept the lobby, came back to her.

“This isn’t the place to discuss the result of our one-night stand. Let’s take it somewhere private. Am I preregistered?”

“I…Uh…” She swiped her tongue over dry lips. “Yes.”

“You have the room key?”

She could only nod this time.

“What’s the room number?”

“Five…” She forced herself to breathe, to think. “Five oh eight.”

He waited to relay the number to the bellman wheeling in his luggage before steering Caro toward the elevators. His hand remained locked around her upper arm. His body crowded hers in the claustrophobic cage.

She didn’t say a word on the way up. She was still numb with shock, still fighting desperately to suppress the emotions that bombarded her.

She’d thought she’d put her past behind her. Was so certain she’d wiped out every remnant of her paralyzing fear when she finally realized she was pregnant, her shame at having to drop out of high school, her despair of being bundled off to a haven for pregnant teens.

She’d never gotten over the heartache of delivering a stillborn, seven-month-old baby, however. That stayed with her always. The experience had molded her into the woman she was today. Quiet. Contained. Careful.

And strong, she reminded herself grimly. Strong enough to survive. Strong enough to endure. Certainly strong enough to deal with Rory Burke.

Rory Burke. The name fit the man he’d become, but in no way could she connect it to the cocky, T-shirted eighteen-year-old who’d worked in her uncle’s garage for a few weeks that long-ago summer.

“I never knew your real name,” she got out through frozen lips as they exited the elevator. “My uncle and cousin always called you Johnny. Or Hoss.”

Short for Stud Hoss, her shamefaced cousin had admitted later. By then it was too late.

“John—Johnny—is my middle name. I stopped using it when I went into the army. The military isn’t big on calling recruits by their middle names. Or any name except some that can’t be repeated in polite company.” He stopped at a set of double doors. “Five oh eight. This is it.”

She fumbled in the leather folder for the key card. All her careful work—the agenda, the layout, the support setups—went unnoticed as Burke slipped the card into the lock and stood aside for her to precede him.

She’d checked out the lavish four-room suite just a half hour ago. The welcome basket still sat on the slab of polished granite that served as a coffee table. The handwritten note from the resort manager was still propped beside it. The minibar was stocked with single malt scotch, Burke’s reported drink of choice. Yet Caro was too numb to absorb any of the details she’d checked so meticulously.

She dropped the leather folder on the coffee table beside the basket. With her arms wrapped around her waist, she turned to the man she’d never expected to see again.

“You said…”

She stopped, cringing at the ragged edge in her voice. She wasn’t a frightened seventeen-year-old, dammit! She’d survived the angry recriminations her parents had thrown at her. All those lonely weeks at the home. The wrenching loss of her baby.

In the process, she’d discovered a strength she didn’t know she had. That inner core had pushed her to finish high school by correspondence, work her way through college and attend grad school on a full scholarship. During her junior year in college, she met the two women who would become her closest friends and, ultimately, her business partners. She’d built a life for herself. She owed no explanations to anyone, least of all this man.

But he sure as hell owed her one!

“You said you just found out three months ago I got pregnant.”

“That’s right.”

“How?”

He tossed the key card on the coffee table and yanked at the knot of his tie. “I had dinner with a prospective client. Turns out his wife’s from Millburn.”

Millburn, Kansas. Population nine thousand or so. The town where Caro had spent the first seventeen years of her life. The town she’d returned to only once in the years since she’d left—for her father’s funeral.

“The wife’s name is Evelyn Walker,” Burke said as he slid the tie from around his neck with a slither of silk on starched cotton. “Maiden name was Brown. Maybe you remember her?”

“Oh, yes. I remember Evelyn Brown.”

They’d never been friends. They’d rarely talked to each other in the halls at school. But Evelyn had led the chorus of smirks and snide comments when word leaked that prim, prissy Caroline Walters had gotten herself knocked up.

“I asked the woman if she knew you.”

His eyes held hers. Those compelling, dangerous eyes that had made Caro shiver every time he’d looked her over all those years ago.

“She told me you dropped out of high school at the start of your senior year. She also told me why.”

“Schools weren’t as tolerant of teenage pregnancies back then as they are today.”

She could say it without bitterness. She’d never blamed the guidance counselor who’d called her in and told her she had to leave. Never blamed her parents for shipping her off to live with strangers. She was the one who’d tossed aside every principle, every precaution drummed into her by parents, teachers and church pastors to climb aboard a motorcycle that sweltering summer night.

“When I heard what happened, I…”

A brusque knock cut into Burke’s terse explanation. With a muttered oath, he went to let in the porter with his luggage.

Caro grabbed at the interruption with relief. She turned to stare through the doors that gave onto a wide balcony. The spectacular views had mesmerized her when she was scouting locations for the GSI conference last month. Now she barely registered the medieval castle brooding high on a rocky promontory at the far end of a perfect, crescent beach.

Tourists strolled the wide seawall circling the beach, admiring the remnants of a walkway first laid by the Romans when Hispania was one of its farflung provinces. Several fishermen sat beside boats drawn up onto the sandy shore, mending their nets in close proximity to the few hearty sun worshippers stretched out on towels or blankets.

It was a picture-postcard scene, one Caro was in no mood to appreciate. But staring at the endless stretch of sky and sea gave her time to squelch her churning emotions before she faced Burke again.

“So Evelyn told you I was pregnant. Do you want to know what happened to the baby?”

“I know what happened. I ran a check of birth certificates.”

Birth and death. One and the same for the stillborn baby she’d buried; only the sympathetic manager of the home was beside her.

She fought to keep the bleak memory at bay, but Burke must have seen it in her eyes. He crossed the room and stretched out a hand.

Caro’s tight hold on her emotions left no room for touching. She jerked back, and he dropped his arm.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that all alone,” he said quietly. “If I’d known, I would have come back to Millburn.”

That surprised her. Even more surprising was the fact that he didn’t ask if he was the father.

Then again, he knew she was a virgin that night. He had to, given her inexperienced fumbling and surprised yelp when he penetrated her. Then, of course, there was the blood he’d wiped from her thighs with his wadded T-shirt.

“My uncle tried to contact you,” Caroline said stiffly, “but he’d always paid you in cash, under the table. He didn’t know your Social Security number. Or your real name for that matter. We had no way of tracking you down.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

She knew in her heart it wouldn’t have made any difference if he had come back. Chances were she still would have lost the baby. And she still would have had to live with her parents’ bitter disappointment in her.

“I’m sorry, too. I won’t lie to you. The experience changed my life in ways I could never have imagined back then. I was so young, so stupidly naive. But in the end, it made me stronger.”

She lifted her chin. This time it was her gaze that held his, direct and unflinching.

“I’ve put the past behind me. I suggest you do the same.”

“That might be difficult, seeing as it just caught up with me a few months ago.”

“Try,” she snapped. “Try very hard. We’re going to be working together for the next five days. I don’t want to…”

She broke off, her eyes widening.

“Oh God! I didn’t connect the dots until this moment.” Disgusted, she shook her head. “The conference…This job…It dropped in our laps just a little over a month ago. After you found out about me.”

“I checked you out,” he admitted without a trace of apology. “Saw you’d quit your job at the library to launch this business with your two partners. I also saw you sank your entire savings into start-up costs and nationwide advertising. That wasn’t real smart,” he added in an aside, “considering the three of you could have qualified for a small, woman-owned business loan and kept your personal assets intact.”

She brushed over his editorial comment in her outrage over this invasion of her privacy. “How did you get that kind of information?”

“I’m in the security business, remember? I have access to all sorts of databases.”

“You had no right to delve into my personal life or my finances!”

“Wrong.” His mouth took a wry twist. “I’ve broken pretty well every rule in the book over the years, but there are a couple I live by. One, I keep my back to the wall. Two, I pay my debts.”

Caro didn’t think she figured into rule number one. That left number two.

A healthy dose of anger swept through her, scattering the other emotions this man had roused. She wasn’t a shy, uncertain teenager anymore! She hadn’t been for a long, long time. Becoming the butt of so many malicious jokes and whispers had stripped away her natural shyness and fired an inner core of tempered steel.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Burke. You don’t owe me a thing. You didn’t drag me down to the river that night and have your way with me. I went with you willingly.”

Willingly, hell! She’d been so eager, so hungry for the muscled-up kid with the wicked grin and daredevil glint in his eyes that she could hardly think that summer, much less weigh the consequences.

“Whatever price had to be paid for that bit of idiocy I paid long ago. The slate’s clean.”

“Not hardly.”

He reached for her again, giving her no chance to flinch away this time. His fingers tipped her chin. His eyes narrowed as they locked with hers.

“Millburn was just a brief stop on a road that would have landed me in jail sooner or later. I’d probably be behind bars now if I hadn’t gotten crosswise of a cop who grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and dragged me to an Army recruiter instead of the police station.”

She’d sensed that in him. The recklessness. The hint of danger. They’d only added to his appeal. Prim, proper Caroline Walters had been seduced as much by the age-old desire to taste forbidden fruit as by a pair of tight jeans.

“You said what you went through changed your life,” he said grimly. “The Army changed mine. Saved it, I guess you could say. In return, I gave everything I had to my platoon every minute I was in uniform. And when I got out, I went back and found the cop who kicked my ass all those years ago. Harry’s now my senior VP of operations.”

His thumb brushed the curve of her chin. His compelling amber eyes telegraphed a message she couldn’t begin to interpret.

“It’s your turn, Caroline. One way or another, I intend to make things right with you.”

Two

Rory could see he’d rocked his consultant back on her heels. No surprise there. He’d taken a few hits himself since learning he’d fathered a child in a single, irresponsibly careless act.

The woman who’d had to live with the consequences of that act frowned up at him now. Her heart-shaped face was a study in distrust and disbelief. Her forest-green eyes reflected her fierce struggle to deal with the shock of his unexpected reappearance in her life.

“I…I need some air. I’ll let you get settled in. We can talk later.”

They’d do more than talk. Rory had already decided that. But he would give her the space she needed to recover before initiating the next phase of his campaign.

“I’m still on U.S. time,” he reminded her. “How about an early dinner? Six o’clock?”

“Okay. Sure. Fine.”

“I’ll meet you in the bar downstairs.”

With a distracted wave, she indicated a leather portfolio on the coffee table. “The conference information is in that folder. I’ll see you later.”

She certainly would. Rory hadn’t spent all those years in the Army without learning to develop contingency plans for just about every situation. He’d put a good deal of time and thought into Operation Caroline Walters.

As the door closed behind her, he tried to reconcile the woman she’d become with the seventeen-year-old she’d been. It took some doing. His memory of that summer was a little hazy around the edges.

With good reason. He’d left home at sixteen after a final, explosive brawl with his drunk of a father. For more than a year he’d drifted across the country on the beat-up Ducati 600 he’d put together from spare parts, picking up odd jobs as he went. Best he could recall, he’d worked for less than a month in the garage owned by Buck Walters. Millburn, Kansas, was too flat, too dusty and way too boring for his taste.

The same couldn’t be said about Walters’s niece. Rory vaguely remembered a shy smile, an embarrassed blush whenever he caught her eye and very shapely legs showing beneath her shorts.

The legs had interested him a whole lot more than her smiles or blushes. He’d been such a horny bastard at that age. Most of the time he’d walked around with a permanent hard-on. So naturally he’d had to strip off his T-shirt whenever the shy brunette came into her uncle’s garage. Had to tease a smile out of her. Had to taunt her into a ride on the Ducati.