Not afraid of his teasing threat, she took her time sashaying out. She really liked him, yet she couldn't help but hope her father deemed him unready for an Alternativa. The smaller the bulls he had to face, the better. She hung her dress in the closet and put on the lace-trimmed nightgown she'd brought along. The apricot shade lent her hair an auburn sheen, and the short length showed off her long legs. She always bought sexy lingerie, even if most of her dates weren't lucky enough to see it.
She came back to his room, and he was still wearing his pants and standing out on the balcony. She rubbed her hand across his bare back. The warmth of his skin always felt so good. "This is such an isolated spot."
"Yes, but the stars are bright away from the city. Most things have two sides."
"A plus and a minus? Maybe. There's no downside to being handsome, is there? Have any agents approached you to model or be in films?"
He took her hand to return to his room. "What sort of films?"
She kissed away his questioning smirk. "Not those kind. Real films with good stories."
"I'm no Javier Bardem."
She crawled up on his bed. "I don't know; you have a wide variety of expressions and a wonderful deep voice. I think you'd be good in whatever role you played."
He unzipped his pants and tossed them over the chair. "I'm already good at what I do."
"You're certainly good at everything I've seen."
He turned off the lamp, but the starlight shown in the open balcony door. "May I quote you in a review?"
"As long as you're not using it to impress other woman."
"Why would I need other women?" He rolled up her nightie to buzz teasing kisses in her navel.
She laughed and clamped her hand over her mouth. "Maybe you ought to close the balcony door."
"Where's Santos's room?"
"I don't know, but wouldn't his open onto the balcony too? There's Fox to consider as well. He'd crawl along the balcony to overhear whatever he could."
He paused, weighing the idea. "I could probably act both our parts and give them something to dream about."
"Don't you dare!"
He went to the balcony door, but just as he reached it, Santos and Ana stepped out onto the far end of the balcony. "Just a minute," he whispered.
Ana grabbed the rail and Santos came up behind her. "Do you want your own room?"
"I can't decide. I hope you noticed Magdalena never takes her eyes off Rafael. He fascinates her, and when they danced, I swear they shot sparks."
"Sparks? Are you complaining we lack heat or passion?"
Rafael closed the door and locked it. "Ana isn't happy with your brother. If she leaves tonight, can you film me in the morning?"
"I've never used a video camera, but I suppose I could try. Although that would force me to watch you face a bull, which I'd rather avoid. Maybe Fox could do it. He'd really get into it."
He stretched out beside her. "Or Refugio, or any of the men who work here?"
"Or Mrs. Lujan; anyone but me, please."
"As long as you watch me now."
He kissed her before she could point out the room was too dark to make him out clearly. He tasted like peppermint toothpaste, and so did she. His skin was smooth, the muscles shifting with life beneath her fingertips, and she loved his hair. She grabbed hold of his jet-black mane and pressed herself against him. "Wait a minute." She eased up to pull off her nightgown, then, like a devoted cat, rubbed her bare breasts against his chest.
"You're worth five stars at least," she murmured against his lips.
"Is five stars the most for a review?"
"Usually. You want to try for six?"
He laughed against her breast and pressed her hand against his hip bone. "I could tattoo it here with your name."
She slipped free of his grasp to stroke him lower. "Then another woman would want her name here. You'd better stop before you begin."
He sucked her right nipple until she squirmed beneath him. "All right, it will be our secret," he agreed.
"Ah, a secret to reveal in my memoir," she murmured, but she'd have a great deal more to say about him, and she wouldn't need ink to remember every detail.
"Aren't you worried about what I'll say about you in mine?" he asked.
Women usually outlived men, but it wasn't something she wished to point out in his case. "No, you're a gentleman,