These Arms of Mine
“You just continue to be a good girl, and Bobby and I will be around to make sure that you do.” Alesha grasped her hand and surreptitiously took her pulse.
Before her mother could respond, the front door opened and closed and Robert’s voice called out, “Mom? Alesha?”
“We’re in here, Bobby.” Alesha walked over to the bedroom door.
Seconds later her brother found them. He was about two inches taller than Alesha, though they both possessed the same café-au-lait coloring. Entering the bedroom, he bent down and placed an affectionate kiss on his mother’s forehead, brought out a beautiful bouquet of colorful flowers from behind his back and handed them to her. Alesha noted and engraved in her memory the happy look on her mother’s face. She would do anything to keep her that way forever.
“For the most beautiful lady in the world.” He smiled as he straightened to stand beside the bed.
“They’re lovely. Thank you.” Barbara brought the bouquet to her nose and sniffed appreciatively.
“Let me get you a vase for them.” Alesha took the flowers from her mother’s hands and glanced pointedly at Robert, silently communicating that he should follow her.
“Is there anything sinful to eat in the kitchen?” Robert’s brown eyes twinkled mischievously.
“Well, you know I’m not allowed,” Barbara complained, “but, there is some chocolate cake.”
“Perfect!” Robert smacked his lips in anticipation.
“Mother, what are you doing with a cholesterol-filled chocolate cake?” Alesha quickly returned from the doorway to glance at her mother disapprovingly.
“Relax, darling. I didn’t eat any. Antonia came by today and left it. I couldn’t turn her down, now, could I?”
“I suppose not.” Alesha sighed before adding, “I’ll be sure to take it with me when I leave—just to remove the temptation.”
“Sorry, Mom, but you know how she is.” Robert smiled sympathetically.
“I do, indeed.”
“Don’t you two start ganging up on me.” She wagged her finger at them good-naturedly. “Come on and get your cake.” Alesha pushed her brother ahead of her out of the room.
Robert’s eyes focused on the cake sitting on the counter. “Mmm, this looks great!”
When the door was safely shut behind them, Alesha spoke slowly and calmly, “I went to see Derrick Chandler today.”
“What?” He whirled to face her.
“Shh! I don’t want Mom to hear you.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but firm.
“Why did you go see him? I thought you were going to stay out of this.” He’d lowered his voice, yet his tone remained angry.
“You decided that, not me.” She filled a vase with water. “I had to see if I could make him listen to reason.”
“Did you?” He knew the answer before she replied.
Turning her back on him to cut a slice of cake, she replied cryptically, “In a way.”
Robert walked around to stand in front of her, placing a finger under her chin and lifting her eyes level with his own. “What exactly does that mean?”
“He agreed not to press charges against you.” She hoped he would leave it at that for now.
“If…” He knew there had to be an if.
She gave him his cake, took a deep breath and released it slowly before replying, “If I agree to marry him.”
Robert nearly dropped the plate onto the countertop. He stared at his sister, horrified.
When he spoke, his voice was barely controlled. “Please, tell me you’re joking.”
She walked away from him to stare out the kitchen window. “I wish I was, but you know I wouldn’t joke about this.”
“Damn him!”
Alesha quickly walked to his side and placed a restraining hand on his arm. “Be quiet! Remember, Mom is just down the hall. We can’t let her know what’s going on.”
When he spoke next, his tone was lower, but just as enraged. “I hope you told him what he could do with his idiotic proposal!”
She remained silent, lowering her gaze from his. Robert’s heart skipped a beat at her demeanor.
“Alesha, you didn’t agree to this insanity, did you?” He watched her closely.
She raised her eyes and responded truthfully, “He’s given me until tomorrow to decide.”
“There’s nothing to decide. There’s no way I’m going to allow you to sell yourself to him to save me! I knew what I was doing when I took that money. I’ll suffer the consequences for it.”
“Bobby, even though you were wrong to embezzle from him, I won’t let you go to jail if there’s anything I can do to stop it.”
“I won’t let you do this.” He was equally unyielding.
“You can’t stop me.” She shook her head. “If Mother finds out what you did and you’re sent to prison, the shock would kill her—you know that.”
“But, Alesha…”
“No buts.” She placed silencing fingers on his lips. “I can’t risk losing either of you. If that means I have to marry Derrick Chandler, then I’ll marry him.” She wished she felt as calm as she sounded.
“You’re a wonderful sister, but I will not allow you to marry someone you don’t love to save me.”
He turned and left the kitchen. She ran after him, but reached the front door only in time to see his car pulling away.
She closed the door and sighed. Her decision was already made—it had been the very second Derrick had made her the offer. She would do whatever it took to save her loved ones, even if it meant sacrificing herself in the process.
Cam’s mouth was wide open in shock. “What did you say?”
Derrick laughed heartily before reiterating, “I’m getting married.”
“To whom? When? How?” Cam shook his head vigorously as he fought to comprehend his friend’s unexpected announcement.
“To Alesha Robinson and very soon.” He chuckled at Cam’s understandable confusion.
“Who?” He frowned as he racked his brain to put a face to the name he instinctively knew he should recognize.
“Robert Robinson’s sister.” Derrick played with the slender stem of his wineglass.
“Robert Robinson?” Then leaning closer to Derrick and lowering his voice so as not to be overheard, he asked, “The dude who embezzled from your campaign?”
“The one and only.” Derrick nodded before bringing the glass of wine to his lips.
“Have you lost your mind?”
Cam’s question was relayed so earnestly that Derrick couldn’t refrain from laughing out loud again. He had laughed more today than he had in a very long time.
“You’re the one who said I needed a wife.” His gray eyes twinkled with merriment.
“I know, but…”
“Cam, this is perfect.” His countenance was that of a kid set loose and given free rein in a candy shop. “It’s a business arrangement, no emotional entanglements—just a plain, simple agreement that I will end once it’s served its purpose.”
It was also an opportunity he had waited two years for, a chance to exorcise the demons Alesha’s abrupt departure had left in her wake. He was certain once he had some answers, and maybe even a measure of retribution, he would be able to permanently purge the tenacious memories of their past association from his mind and heart once and for all.
“Which is what?”
“To help me get elected, of course.” Derrick sighed loudly. Boy, was Cam being dense tonight!
Cam’s eyes took on a seriousness that was relayed by his next words. “Sometimes when we think we have something figured out, it takes on a life of its own and goes in directions we never expected.”
“What am I going to do with you?” Derrick raised his eyes heavenward in exasperation at his friend’s prophetic statement. “If I don’t do what you suggest, I never hear the end of it, and if I take your advice, I get prophecies of doom and gloom.”
“When I suggested marriage, I wasn’t referring to the farce you’re contemplating.” Cam took a much-needed gulp of his wine.
“Never again.” Derrick adamantly shook his head.
“Derrick, you’re my best friend. I’d like to see you happy.” He lowered his glass to the table.
“I appreciate that, buddy, and I am happy. I’m also going to marry Alesha—on my terms.”
“She’s agreed to this?”
“Not yet, but she will tomorrow.” His voice was confident as he fingered the slender stem of his wineglass.
“How can you be so sure?” He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that there was more to his friend’s inane proposal than met the eye.
“She doesn’t have a choice. It’s the only way to save her brother.”
“She might surprise you. Maybe she’ll decide the price is too high to pay.” Cam played devil’s advocate.
“She won’t.” His short response was delivered confidently.
“Why won’t she?”
“As I said before, she doesn’t have a choice.” Derrick hadn’t noticed his tone turn somewhat cold.
“I get the feeling you know this lady—very well. Have you met her before?”
“Two years ago.” Derrick silently cursed himself for slipping up in front of Cam, of all people.
“Wait a minute.” His eyes reflected understanding. “Is this the same Alesha you dated briefly?”
“She is.” He didn’t see any reason in denying it.
“The one you abruptly stopped seeing, which sent you into one of the longest and foulest depressed moods of your life?”
“You’re exaggerating.” Derrick took a suddenly much-needed swig of his drink. Cam wasn’t exaggerating. If anything, he was being kind.
“No, I’m not.” Intense eyes bore into his. “You wouldn’t talk about her—not even to me.”
“There was nothing to say.”
“Really? I didn’t believe you then and I don’t now.”
“Cam, we dated once or twice, it didn’t work out and we ended it.” He silently cursed the nerve in his jaw that was pulsing erratically.
“We both know there’s more to it than that.” He refused to be silenced. “I was there, remember? I know what happened to you shortly after the breakup.” At Derrick’s continued silence, Cam asked, “Are you out for revenge?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Cam’s astute observations and Derrick’s own contradictory feelings as far as Alesha was concerned made him uneasy, although his words appeared confident.
“I think you should reconsider this.”
“There’s nothing to reconsider. I’m going to marry Alesha and that’s that.” Derrick’s tone was firm and final.
“Derrick, are you sure…”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“How do you plan to pull this off?” He knew when it was useless to try to reason with his friend, and this, unfortunately, was one of those times. “Alesha will be in the limelight all the time. I assume you realize the public must perceive your marriage as real.”
“Of course.” Derrick shook his head in agreement. “In public, we’ll appear as a couple very much in love. You, Alesha, Robert and I are the only ones who will know about our arrangement.”
“And what about privately?” Cam leaned forward, studying his friend closely. “What do you expect, and—more importantly—want from Alesha privately?”
“Mr. Chandler, it’s time for you to take your place onstage.” Both men turned in the direction of the man who interrupted them.
“Certainly.”
Derrick smiled and stood, grateful to escape his friend’s last probing question.
Chapter 3
The following morning Derrick was engrossed in work when the intercom buzzed. Without being told, he knew who was here to see him and his heartbeat quickened.
“Yes?”
“Sir, Ms. Robinson is here to see you.”
“Please send her in.”
Standing, he walked over to the door seconds before it opened, admitting Alesha. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again. He remained silent. This was her show.
She took a deep breath, released it and, before she lost her nerve, said, “I’ll marry you.”
“I see.”
“You don’t seem very surprised.” She raised an arched eyebrow.
He ushered her over to a chair in front of his desk and then perched on the edge. “I’m not. You didn’t have much of a choice.”
“No, I didn’t.”
She didn’t try to hide the resentment in her voice before angrily lowering her gaze from his. She was uncomfortable with him so close and wished he would move away. Yet, even as the thought entered her mind, she realized she would have to get used to being in much closer proximity than this to him—after all, they would soon be husband and wife. At that thought, she shuddered visibly.
“Are you cold?” His hand rose toward her.
“No.”
Sensing her discomfort, he dropped his hand to his side, stood up, walked behind his desk and sat down. He smiled slightly as she breathed a silent sigh of relief.
“Do you have any questions?” He leaned back in his chair and studied her somber expression.
“Such as?”
“In case you’ve forgotten in the time we’ve been apart, my age, religion, likes, dislikes, etc.”
“Tell me whatever you want.”
He smiled slightly at her tone, which infuriated her. Why did he always act as if she amused him? He was so frustrating!
“To refresh your memory, I’m thirty-six, born and raised in Washington. I was an only child. My parents are deceased. My favorite food is Italian.” He rambled off facts she was mortified to realize she still remembered.
“I’ll make a mental note of all that.”
“You do that.” He leaned forward. “Let’s discuss specifics, shall we?”
What he really wanted to do was touch her—to experience the softness of her skin for a much longer duration than yesterday’s brief contact. He wanted to release her bountiful mane from its clasp, bury his face in the feathery soft tresses and see firsthand if they were as silky and soft as he remembered. He wanted to devour those pouting, luscious lips…
“All right, but I have one condition.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re in no position to make any demands.”
His arrogance was born out of desperation rather than disdain. He didn’t want to be cold with her, but it was either that or make a complete fool of himself by acting on his longings.
The hair on her neck stood on end at his insufferable tone. However, her voice was measured when she responded. “I realize that, but I really must insist on this one.”
“What is it?”
“My mother must believe our marriage is real. I don’t want to upset her.”
Did she imagine the softening of his features at her sincere confession? That was ridiculous. He hated her and marriage to him would be his ultimate revenge.
Much to her surprise, he agreed. “Fair enough. Everyone has to believe our marriage is real—that includes your mother.” At her continued silence, he said, “Anything else?”
“Yes.” She paused, trying to find the best way to phrase her next request.
“Well…” He drummed his fingers on the desktop, not out of frustration or impatience, but to keep them from trying to touch her.
“I’d like us to be engaged for a few months so that my mother will buy our relationship.”
His fingers immediately stilled. “Impossible.”
“Why not?”
“I have a little over a year until the election. We must be married as soon as possible.” He paused, considering a compromise. “I can give you a month at the most.”
What he didn’t tell her was that he doubted he could wait longer than that to quench his burning desire for her—he prayed he wouldn’t go mad trying. Damn her and him! Why, after all that had transpired between them in the past, did she still have the power to unnerve him the way no other woman ever had?
“This will never work, you know.” She shook her head.
“It will work.” He smiled confidently. “Wait and see.”
“If you say so.” Her tone belied her skepticism.
“Do I need to remind you what I expect from this marriage?” His gray eyes bore into hers.
Nervously wringing her hands in her lap, she warily met his gaze. “No.”
“You’re positive?” He stood and walked slowly toward her until he reached her side.
“I’m positive.” She also stood to be on a more level plane with him.
“Don’t say you didn’t know what to expect.”
“Is there anything else?” She unflinchingly met his determined gaze.
“Just three things.”
He motioned for her to resume her seat, which she did reluctantly. He perched on the desk in front of her. He wished she would stop looking so sad, as if she were being handed a death sentence.
“What are they?”
“First of all, I don’t know whether you’re on birth control or not, but if not, you will need to start immediately.”
She felt her cheeks grow warm at his intimate demands. How could he expect her to discuss such things with him! His words made her fully aware of what their relationship would be, and all she could do was stare at him in embarrassment.
“Since this is only a business arrangement, neither of us needs or wants any unnecessary complications.”
She found her voice and whispered resentfully, “Why is it always the woman’s responsibility?”
“Well, I can’t speak for other men, but as for me, I dislike the feel of a condom. I don’t want anything to come between me and…”
“I’ll take care of it.”
She blushed hotly at his blatant admission, wanting to get off this subject as soon as possible. She reached up to touch her suddenly constricted throat.
He smiled at her as his eyes moved down her face to rest on her slightly quivering, espresso-colored lips, before traveling slowly back up to encounter her distraught eyes, and his smile deepened. However, there was something else present in her eyes—a deep longing, an expectation, a need. He saw it there, silently admitting that it echoed similar smoldering feelings within him.
She really was delicious. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy being married to her very much—while it lasted. He forced himself to mentally add the last observation and forcefully reminded himself that theirs would only be a brief alliance to purge her from his life once and for all. He didn’t want or need anything more permanent.
“What’s number two?” Her voice was breathless as she brought a hand up to her suddenly burning cheeks.
“It concerns your job.” His tones took on an ominous ring.
“What about it?”
“You’ll have to give it up.”
Her eyes changed from wary to disbelieving to angry as she glared at him. He felt an absurd desire to pull her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be all right.
“Give up nursing? Why?”
“The main reason for this marriage is so that I will have a ready-made hostess. You’ll have to be available at a moment’s notice. That’s hardly possible for someone in your profession.”
“I love my work. I don’t suppose that matters to you.”
“I understand, and I know that you’re very good at it.” The sympathy in his voice was overshadowed by the sacrifice he was asking her to make.
“How do you know that?”
“Have you forgotten that I saw you in action when we first met at the accident scene?”
She remembered everything about their intense first meeting. It had been a multivehicle accident that both had stopped to help at. He had been strong, unshakable at the sight of blood and torn flesh and had been very receptive to taking orders from a woman.
“No, I haven’t forgotten.”
He had watched the play of emotions flit across her beautiful face. He wanted to ask if she remembered every detail of their breakup, too, but that was unnecessary. Finally having her in his presence again, he wanted to know why she had shut him out of her life. To this day, her rejection still rankled him, and that was one thing he was fighting tooth and nail to keep from her.
“What else do I have to give up?”
“Are you agreeing to my second condition, or do we end this right here?” His hooded eyes watched her carefully.
“Yes, what’s your third condition?”
Her words should have thrilled him, yet instead they cut through him like a hot knife. He didn’t know why he had the urge to apologize to her or why her understandable unhappiness made him so unhappy. He reminded himself that this was only a business arrangement, not an emotional entanglement. Either she agreed to his terms, or he would call the deal off and have her brother prosecuted. He wasn’t forcing her to marry him. She had a choice—one he knew she wouldn’t take—but a choice nonetheless.
“My third condition is this.”
Unable to hold himself in check another second, he stood and slid one strong arm beneath her coat around her slender waist, pulling her closer as his other hand moved to the back of her head, pulling her lips toward his.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She pressed her hands against his solid chest, trying unsuccessfully to break free from his unwelcomed embrace.
“You’ll have to do better than this, or you won’t convince anyone that you’re madly in love with me.” He lowered his head toward hers.
She continued to struggle in vain. However, when his lips were mere inches from hers, one hand released her silky tresses from their confining clasp, allowing the shoulder-length tendrils to slide over his fingers as he pulled her mouth toward his. As he had known it would, her hair felt like silk against his fingers. His appreciative eyes swept her distraught face thoroughly.
“I prefer your hair loose, remember?”
“Mr. Chandler, I don’t care what you prefer.”
“Oh, but you will care.” His softly voiced promise caught in her throat as he once again instructed her to use his first name.
“No.” She strained against his ironclad embrace.
“You’ll say my name on moans of passion in just a few seconds.”
“Never.”
She knew her denial lacked believability because her voice was breathless, and a strange feeling began forming in her stomach at his nearness.
“We’ll see.”
Before she could respond, determined lips closed over hers in a strong kiss. His mouth was warm and inviting, not cold and repulsive as she had hoped it would be. She had known from past experience that his lips would feel like this—wonderful and vital. Days, months and years were swept away by his sensual mouth as it thoroughly refamiliarized itself with hers.
Her heart began to beat rapidly—not in fear, but in arousal. She moaned in protest to her thoughts and his actions, and her mouth parted slightly in shock and surrender.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He took full advantage of her surprise, sliding his tongue between her lips to slip into the honeyed recesses beyond. He continued to masterfully taste every centimeter, every tantalizing crevice of the bounty he had uncovered.
Her hands moved to his shoulders to push him away, yet stopped there, resting instead. Did she really want to escape? That simple yet complex question rolled around in her dazed mind. A hundred confusing sensations bombarded her entire being as Derrick continued his mind-shattering caresses. She hadn’t expected to be blown away by a simple kiss after two years. However, there was nothing remotely simple about Derrick’s kiss, or her disheartening responses to the masterful, sensual onslaught he was unleashing on her.
One of his hands slid languidly down her back to rest on her hip, pressing her closer against his hard length as his mouth continued to plunder hers. Her eyes were half closed, as sensation after sensation—each an awakening, each frightening and intensely pleasurable—began to overpower her self-proclaimed resentment of the man whose arms she was nearly melting into. The hands resting on his shoulders flexed and then tightened their grip as she resisted an almost irrepressible urge to entwine them around his neck and press herself even closer against his hard length.
Never in a million years would she have dreamed she would be in Derrick’s arms again, enjoying his kisses and caresses. Yet, here she was, wanting, almost reveling, in this intimate contact with a man she should hate for blackmailing her into marriage. She hadn’t bargained for this. She hadn’t expected to still be attracted to him physically. How could this be? Even as the question arose in her mind, she admitted that he was the only man who had ever elicited such thorough, satisfying, mind-boggling passion from her and, to her dismay, he had lost none of his skills when it came to arousing her hidden desires.