‘You did not hit your target. You defaulted,’ some imp made Cristina remind him.
‘But I made sure I hooked in the woman who was going to get my share of the booty.’ He smiled. ‘I’m a winner—always have been.’
‘And arrogant.’
‘That too.’
‘I can still remove my permission for you to attend that meeting in my place.’
‘But you won’t.’
‘No.’ She cuddled closer. ‘I wonder if your brothers will look like you?’ she pondered curiously. ‘Can you imagine not one but three tall, dark, arrogant men strutting around as if they own the world?’ She affected a shudder.
‘We will probably hate each other on sight.’
Cristina lifted up her head and touched a gentle finger to his mouth. ‘You are worried about meeting them?’
Anton tried for a macho indifferent shrug, but ended up sighing out a much more honest, ‘Yes…And hellishly excited about it too. In fact—’ he moved, using an arm to haul her further up his body ‘—too excited. I need a diversion.’
‘Sex is going to be a diversion?’
‘Making love to my beautiful demanding wife,’ he corrected. ‘The best diversion there is…’