At that moment, Luis hurried into his daughter's bedroom. Surprised, Cordelia turned around and couldn't hold back a little breathless gasp.
He's handsome in his clothes, but like this ... he's spectacular. She took in the unruly hair, the slight shadow on his taut jaw, the pale yellow silk robe which, untied, had flown open as he hurried from his bedroom to his daughter's. His athlete's chest had firm pectorals, outlined by silky black body hair. The thin silk pajama bottoms could not hide his being unusually well-endowed. He's the most beautiful man I've ever seen, she mused distractedly.
For his part, Luis knew that he'd undoubtedly arrive later than Cordelia. But he slept nude, so he had to waste time putting on pajama bottoms and a robe.
He was amused to note Cordelia had been in such a hurry to stop Luz's cries that she had forgotten to put on a robe, which was quite all right with him. As she bent over Luz, backlit by the light over the changing table, he could not help but stare at her beautiful body, veiled in gentle folds of some sort of gossamer fabric, it seemed to him. Silently, he berated himself for wishing fervently she would turn around.
And then she did turn around, Luz in her arms. "Would you like to hold Luz, while I get a bottle for her to drink a bit from? Just enough to stop her little stomach from growling and keeping her awake."
Luis tried his best not to stare at Cordelia's breasts as she put Luz into his arms.
"Muchas gracias," he said dreamily.
She smiled at him. "You're still half asleep," she said contritely. "Why don't you go back to bed? You must be so tired from your long trip, the change in time zones?"
He shrugged dismissively. "I didn't fly in from Australia. I came from L.A, just three hours earlier than here. Moreover, I slept for quite a while on the flight across. No, I've probably had more rest than you, the last little while, and I'd really like to give Luz her bottle."
"As you wish," she said quietly, almost formally. She went to the refrigerator, taking out a bottle of formula, warming it in a bowl of hot tap water. After a while, she shook a few drops onto the inside of her wrist, nodding and giving him the bottle.
"Why do you shake some milk onto the inside of your wrist?" he asked, settling Luz comfortably with her bottle.
"It's a sensitive area," she said, busying herself with the already tidy table, unaware that this gave him another fascinating view of her back and her long, beautiful legs.
"Ah, yes, of course. It's an erogenous zone, after all," he said quietly, careful not to look at her.
He was amused at her sharp intake of breath, her repressive, "Mr. Montoya, when we're here looking after Luz, neither of us formally dressed--Oh, I forgot to put on my robe..."
Her voice trailing away, she hurried toward the door, when he stopped her, saying calmly, "Cordelia, you're covered by several layers of whatever that fabric is. You may be sure that, if anything were on view, I'd already have seen it. Just relax, will you?"
"As you wish," she said again, sounding more formal than he liked. She went on, "Well, I don't think you should be talking about erogenous zones. I'm just here to take care of Luz."
"Of course you are, and I assure you I merely stated a fact. When you explained about the inside of your wrist being most sensitive, I suddenly remembered that it's considered an erogenous zone, that's all."
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Rich, reclusive and to-die-for handsome widower Luis Montoya asks his interior designer Cordelia Dunleigh to look after his baby daughter. Will Cordelia capture Luis's heart as well as the baby's?
