Free A Spanish Seduction by Alyssa J. Montgomery

stunning,’ he told her huskily.
    ‘She’s an angel!’ Pablo beamed before ordering, ‘Bring the mirror.’
    A full length mirror was rolled in through a doorway.
    The muscles in Jessica’s calves shook and her teeth almost chattered while she waited to see what all the fuss was about. Part of her hoped some miracle had been achieved, and part of her dreaded being disappointed. But even if she didn’t look very different, she’d started to feel it. The way people had exclaimed as they admired the work they’d done coupled with the very chic designer-label clothing she wore, already made her want to inch her chin higher so she could look the world straight in the eye.
    ‘Wait!’ Ricardo held up a hand.
    The rolling of the mirror halted.
    ‘You look remarkable, but these will complete the effect.’ He placed a hand into the pocket of his suit jacket and withdrew a strand of pearls.
    ‘Oh my gosh! They’re exquisite.’
    ‘As are you.’
    Did he really mean that? The smoky quality was back in his voice. It did alarming things to her insides and made her legs weaker.
    Her body responded even more erratically as he reached out, brushed the hair away from her nape and fastened the strand of pearls around her neck. The casual intimacy of his action made her tremor with raw sexual awareness. Her nipples tingled and her temperature had surely rocketed up by several degrees.
    The air was thick between them as his gaze wandered from the pearls to fasten on her lips.
    ‘I purchased earrings as well. You’re probably better putting those on yourself with the benefit of the mirror.’ He nodded to the assistant who stood by the mirror, and the man began rolling it toward Jessica again.
    Jess closed her eyes and took a breath, steeling herself for the moment of truth. When she reopened them, she looked into the mirror and saw a stranger. The impact was so staggering she stiffened. Her lips parted in an exclamation of disbelief.
    Could this truly be her?
    She was a picture of sophisticated beauty.
    Where had that figure come from?
    She’d known her eyes were her best feature. She vaguely remembered realising it when the lady from the department store had given her a makeover.
    Why had she ever allowed Jett’s mockery to hurt her? Why had she thrown out those cosmetics?
    Frozen for a few seconds, her eyes were the only part of her able to move. They flew from her image to Ricardo. There was a strange expression of bemusement in his expression. When his eyes left hers to travel over her features and to sweep over her body, a different light burned in them. Everywhere they travelled, her body tingled with heat, feeling his gaze like a lover’s caress.
    Pulling her eyes away from him and back to her reflection, she saw the stain of a flush seep along her cheekbones. The brightness in her expression had nothing to do with the reaction to her new appearance and everything to do with the fierce stab of erotic need she experienced as Ricardo looked at her.
    ‘You’re happy, Miss Harris?’ Pablo asked.
    When she smiled her delight, she was transformed again and she felt amazingly beautiful for the first time in her life.
    ‘You truly are a miracle worker, Pablo!’ she said as she ran her eyes over her image. ‘I don’t know how to thank you.’
    Her hair shone like polished rosewood. Instead of straightening out the unruly, natural waves, Pablo had cut and styled her hair so the waves were emphasised. Now, they framed her head softly, in an utterly feminine way.
    ‘Wow!’ she ventured, shaking her head in disbelief at the way her skin glowed. Her eyes were cleverly emphasised with kohl pencil to look exotic and mysterious. The tones of eye shadow made them look sultry. ‘Thank you so much! This...I...The way I look exceeds my wildest dreams.’
    ‘Señor Garcia?’ Pablo asked, with a satisfied smile. ‘Does Miss Harris’ appearance exceed your wildest dreams?’
    Ricardo squared his shoulders. ‘You’ve done a