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There were sparks, because it was just one of those days. It wasn’t enough that she was going to lose her business. No. Fate had to get a good giggle over her very visceral, uncontrolled reaction to this man. She should get one of those medic-alert bracelets. “In case of cardiac arrest, administer one kiss from Cruz Rodriguez.” He stared at her. “Tell me about the money you need.” She went cold inside. “How do you know about that? Who told you?” Was he the one? Was it possible Cruz was trying to screw with her business? But why? “I overheard you speaking with your banker. I assume he’s your banker.” “Yes,” she said absently. “John. He’s here because he knows everyone. Who else heard us talking?” She couldn’t let word get out. If her father learned about this... “No one. You were alone.” “Except for you.” “Yes. Except for me.” His dark gaze seemed to see through her. “What’s wrong with your business?” “Nothing,” she snapped, embarrassed he’d found out. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this. I appreciate the interest, but unless you have an extra two million dollars lying around, I need to get going.” One eyebrow raised. “And if I do?” “I’m not interested.” “Are you sure?” She folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t get it,” she said. “What are you doing? What’s the game?” “Why won’t you go to your father for the money? He has plenty.” “Not an option.” “I can’t help you if you won’t talk to me.” “I didn’t ask for your help.” Noise from the party filtered out to them, but it was as if they were in another world. Just the two of them. She was aware of his breathing, aware of every part of him. He was a constant distraction, which made her crazy. He stared at her, then nodded slowly, as if coming to a decision. “You know the Senator who is here?” “What? Sure. Be grateful you’re not female. He’d want to pat your ass.” “I spoke to him earlier. Introduced myself. He was polite, then dismissed me.” “He can be pompous,” Lexi said, feeling oddly protective of Cruz, which just went to show how very stupid her hormones could be. “I could buy and sell him five times over, but that doesn’t matter. No matter how custom the suit, I’m still that kid from the barrio.” “Nobody cares about that,” she said, suddenly uncomfortable. “You are wrong. You know that world. You live in it.” “I don’t like it.” “But you’re one of them. Tell me why you won’t go to your father for the money you need.” She wouldn’t have told him before, but now he’d exposed himself to her and she felt obligated to do the same. “While there is family money,” she began slowly, “my father controls it and he’s not exactly giving us a million dollar allowance. He is Titan World Enterprises, not me. I had a small trust fund from my maternal grandmother, which I used to start my day spa. Other than that, the only money I have is what I make myself.” She sighed and looked into his eyes, then wished she hadn’t. Staring into the dark depths made her want to lean forward and kiss him. Maybe more. Maybe? Who was she kidding? “Jed Titan is a controlling bastard,” she said, wishing it weren’t true. “A few years ago he sat my sister and me down and explained he would be leaving Titan World Enterprises to one of us and only one of us. We had a finite amount of time to prove our worthiness in the winner take all game.” She still remembered being horrified by her father’s words. He was making them choose—the family business and fortune that went with it, or each other. The unspoken part of the bargain was that the winner didn’t just get the money—she got Jed, as well. The father who had always made it clear his affection was conditional. “My two sisters and I had been close, but once that happened, everything changed. I realized that working for my father would mean I was always only ever his daughter. So I quit and started my day spa. Skye runs her foundation and Izzy...” She frowned. “Izzy defies death on a daily basis. My point is, if I go to my father, I’ve lost my chance to run the company.” And her father, because Jed only ever cared about winners. “I made a mistake,” she continued. “I got greedy and stupid, which means I now have a two-million dollar problem. I was offered a loan by a private investor. He didn’t want a piece of the business, which was great for me. I took the money and expanded my spa. The note was callable. I have three weeks to cough up two million dollars or lose everything.” She turned away. “Now you know my deepest, darkest secret.” She was already regretting the confession. “How are you going to use it?” “I’ll give you the money,” he told her. She spun back to face him. Was it possible he meant it? “You mean you’ll loan it to me.” “No. I don’t want it back. I want something else.” Wariness replaced excitement. “What, exactly, do I have that’s worth two million dollars to you?” He dropped his gaze to her bare toes and worked his way up. The meaning was clear. Even though nearly every cell in her body began to cheer, she ignored the liquid wanting pouring through her, raised her chin and said, “I don’t think so.” He smiled. “Not sex, Lexi. I don’t have to pay for that anymore today than I did ten years ago.” She flushed. “Then what?” His dark gaze sharpened. “Access. You’re a Titan. Your mother can trace her bloodline back to the American Revolution. I have all the money I need, but I will always be a poor kid from the barrio. I want better for my children.” She understood the words, but not the meaning. “How can I change that?” “Marry me.”
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