Chapter One

"Why did Cassandra dump you?"

At the mention of his ex-girlfriend's name, Stefano Via, felt a twinge of pain. One that
caused his heart to ache, and his shoulders to sag. He tried to fight through the sadness
that engulfed him, but it was a losing battle. Images of Cassandra rose in his mind, and no
matter how hard he tried he couldn't break free of his thoughts. But Steakhouse Prime, an
upscale restaurant in downtown Chicago was no place to have an emotional breakdown,
Stefano told himself as he reached for his glass tumbler.

"She didn't dump me," Stefano grumbled, shooting his best friend, Nicco Morretti a
murderous glare. The restaurant was loud, and crowded, so to be heard over the noise in
the lounge he had to raise his voice. "We decided to take a break. It's no big deal."

Nicco, and his brothers, Demetri and Rafael wore puzzled faces. Stefano had known the
Morretti brothers since he was a teenager, but it was times like this he wished they didn't
know him so well. Demetri was a baseball superstar who wore his heart on his sleeve,
Nicco was a famed restaurateur with an eye for the ladies, and Rafael, a self-professed
workaholic, was the heir to the family shipping empire. Despite their fame and fortune,
they were still the same cool, down-to-earth guys he'd met way back in high school, and
Stefano greatly appreciated their friendship.

"Taking a break? You're kidding, right?" Nicco said, his tone thick with humor. "I hate to
be the bearer of bad news, man, but that's Cassandra's way of letting you down easy."

Stefano shrugged his shoulders in a carefree fashion, but the hollow feeling inside his
chest suggested otherwise. To save face, he said the only thing he could, "I don't care.
Things were getting too serious anyways, and besides I hate ultimatums."

"Cassandra gave you an ultimatum?" Demetri asked, raising a dark, thick eyebrow.

"Yeah, she told me I had until the end of the month to propose, and when Thanksgiving
came and went she suggested we take a break. I readily agreed."

Nicco grinned like a Cheshire cat, and patted Stefano on the shoulder. "Don't sweat it,
man. Now that you're single we can party like we used to back in the day."

Count me out, Stefano thought, finishing his cognac in a single gulp. I'm going to spend
the holidays at the office, not at the nightclub being your wingman!

"Don't be so quick to throw in the towel," Rafael advised, glancing up from his iPhone.
"A good woman is hard to find, and Cassandra is the total package."

Don't remind me. I'm hurting enough as it is, Stefano thought.

"Quit messing with Stefano, you guys. He'll have a new chick on his arm in no time."
Nicco raked a hand through his short, wavy hair, and leaned back comfortably into the
booth. "Let's change the subject. All this talk about love and marriage is giving me a
headache!"

The conversation turned to the ups and downs on Wall Street. Stefano's mind wandered,
and his gaze strayed to the window. Snow was falling in thick, heavy sheets, but the
streets were clogged with holiday shoppers. People streamed in and out of high-end
boutiques, hustled into banks, and posed for pictures in front of the ten-foot Christmas
tree. Banners were swathed around lampposts, and carolers sang at the mall's entrance.

Out of the corner of his eye, Stefano spotted a woman in a fire-engine red blazer walking
up the block. He sat up in his seat, and peered around the group of teenage girls impeding
his view. The woman turned to her companiona perfectly groomed man in a leather
jacketand Stefano's heart lurched inside his chest.

Short of breath, he loosened the suffocating knot in his silk, burgundy tie. It was
Cassandrahis Cassandrathe woman he'd foolishly lost. Was she coming to
Steakhouse Prime? He sure hoped so. Isn't that why he'd insisted his friends meet him at
the popular downtown restaurant? Because he'd secretly hoped to bump into her? The last
time he saw Cassandra, he'd lost his temper, stupidly said things he didn't mean, and even
now, weeks later, he could still see the wounded expression on her face. He wanted to
apologize, but since she wouldn't respond to his calls, or texts, "accidently" bumping into
her at her favorite lunch spot was the next best thing.

"Stefano, are you okay?" Frowning, Demetri pushed aside his plate. "You look out of it,
man"

Seeing Cassandra gave him a rush of adrenaline. His senses went berserk, and his pulse
pounded in his ears. His desire to touch her was crippling, overwhelming. Stefano wanted
to run out of the restaurant, and sweep Cassandra up into his arms, but he didn't want his
friends to crack jokes on him when she smacked him with her handbag. And, there was
no doubt in his mind that she would.

Stefano stared out the window, blown away by how sophisticated she looked in her
figure-hugging dress, gold accessories, and stiletto boots. Gone were her long, silky
brown locks. Her hair was auburn now, a mass of lush curls that tumbled around her face
whenever she laughed.

With a heavy heart, Stefano watched Cassandra and her male companion enter the coffee
shop across the street. I can't believe she's dating already! We only called it quits two
weeks ago! What gives? Hearing his Bruno Mars ringtone, he fished his cell phone out of
his suit jacket, and put it to his ear. "Hello, Stefano Via, speaking."

"Hi, Stefano, this is Kara Wilkerson, editor of J'Adore magazine. I'm calling to
congratulate you. You won our Ideal Man contest!"
"That's impossible," Stefano argued. "How can I win a contest I never entered?"

"Your girlfriend, Cassandra Knight, entered the contest on your behalf," the magazine
editor explained. "She wrote a beautiful, heart-warming essay that moved me and my
staff to tears."

Struck dumb, he listened wordlessly as Mrs. Wilkerson shared her favorite parts of the
essay.

"Cassandra wrote about the exceptional work you've done for Operation Christmas Child,
credited you with pushing her to get her to PhD, and believes she never would have
survived the tragic death of her brother if not for your unwavering love and support."

Stefano swallowed the lump in his throat, and lowered his eyes to the floor. He didn't
want his friends to see his pain, didn't want them to know that he was a broken man who
desperately missed his ex-girlfriend. He'd let a smart, vivacious beauty get away, and the
thought of being without her especially with Christmas day nearing, filled him with
ultimate despair. "Can you send me a copy of Cassandra's essay? I'd like to read it."

"Absolutely. Your story will be featured in our Valentine's Day issue, but if you give me
your email address, I'll send it off today."

Stefano relayed the information, and thanked the magazine editor for calling.

"Wait I haven't told you the best part. As the winner of our Ideal Man contest, you get a
free, one-year subscription to J'Adore magazine, a ten-thousand dollar shopping spree,
and you and your girlfriend will be spending a week at the Luxury Resort & Spa in
Aruba!" she said enthusiastically. "You guys are going to have the time of your lives. My
husband and I travel to Aruba every year, and every year we fall deeper in love."

At that moment hope filled him. "You do?"

"Absolutely. Magical things happen in Aruba, and since you and Cassandra already have
a wonderful relationship the trip will only bring you closer together."

I wish that was true, but I blew it big time. Cassandra's the only woman I've ever loved,
and I don't know how I'm going to live without her. The answers to Stefano's problems
struck him like a bolt of lightning. All wasn't lost. It wasn't too late to make things right.
Suddenly needing privacy, he slid out of the booth, and strode into the empty waiting
area. "I need your help, Mrs. Wilkerson."

"You do?" her voice lost its warmth and grew dark with suspicion. "I don't understand."

"This is what I need you to do" As he outlined his plan, excitement and confidence
surged through his veins. And this time when he spotted Cassandra outside, walking up
the street towards her downtown office, a grin tickled his lips. Stefano was going to get
his woman back, and nothing was going to stand in his way.

Chapter Two
The heat in Palm Beach, Aruba was deadly. Ninety-seven unbearable degrees and
climbing fast. Fanning a hand to her face, Cassandra Knight, slid out of the taxicab, and
waited patiently for the driver to unload her luggage. Her skin was soaked with sweat and
her limp, auburn hair was stuck to the back of her neck. Cassandra was so hot she wanted
to strip off her clothes and dive into the ocean, immediately. A light-skinned man wearing
a velvet Santa hat appeared beside her. Wearing a broad smile, he scooped her bags out of
the trunk, and with a heavy accent said, "Welcome to Luxury Resorts & Spa Aruba.
Please follow me."

Only steps away from the beach, the resort looked even more beautiful than it did on the
cover of its glossy, three-page brochure. Palm trees were decorated with silver garland,
shiny gold ornaments, and sweet-smelling candy canes, and Cassandra could hear
Christmas music set to a pulse-pounding calypso beat playing inside the resort.

As she strode through the courtyard with her guide, she marveled at the size and beauty
of the five-star hotel. Built on three hundred acres of prime, beachfront land, the resort
had everything a tourist could want: an eighteen-hole golf course, trendy restaurants and
nightclubs, and a world-renowned spa. Extravagant was the first word that came to mind
when Cassandra entered the gleaming, marble-and-glass lobby. Lush plants, vintage
chandeliers, and contemporary furniture beautified the main floor.

In line, at the reception desk, dozens of couples were holding hands, sharing kisses, and
giggling like teenagers. Sighing deeply, Cassandra tore her gaze away from the lovebirds
and admired the colorful artwork displayed on the walls. Although she tried to guard her
mind, her thoughts turned to Stefanothe man she'd once believed was her soul mate.
Her grief was crushing, so overwhelming that she hadn't slept much after walking out on
Stefano three weeks earlier. Since their breakup, she'd been working around the clock to
fill the void in her heart, but the more Cassandra slaved away at the office, the emptier
she felt. And, her conversation with the editor of J'Adore magazine last week had only
made her feel more hopeless. Learning Stefano won the Ideal Man contest saddened her
not because he didn't deserve to winbut because they were no longer a couple, and
she'd be spending the holidays alone at a romantic, Caribbean resort. It's better than
sitting in my apartment staring at pictures and videos of Stefano she thought suddenly
overcome by a rush of emotion. Biting the inside of her cheek did little to stop her eyes
from watering, so she quickly wiped away her tears.

Things aren't all bad, Cassandra told herself, admiring the pyramid-shaped waterfall in
the lobby. Since Stefano had turned down the trip to Aruba, she'd been awarded the grand
prize, and she was looking forward to her ten-thousand dollar shopping spree tomorrow
morning at Renaissance Mall. She was going to treat herself to a snazzy, new wardrobe,
and donate half of the money to Operation Christmas Child.
"Good evening. Welcome to Luxury Resorts & Spa Aruba. How may I help you?"

Cassandra blinked, grabbed her suitcase, and approached the front desk. She gave the
clerk her name, and checked her cell phone for missed calls while she waited.

"What brings you to Aruba, Ms. Knight?"

To get over my ex-boyfriend, didn't sound like a suitable response, so she smiled and said,
"I've heard wonderful things about the island, and I wanted to check it out for myself."

"Will your significant other be joining you? Or did you travel alone?"

His question gave her pause. "Why?" she asked, regarding him closely.

"Because I don't see a wedding ring on your finger, and I would love to take you out
sometime during your stay."

Cassandra was stunned by his boldness. Losing Stefano had done a number on her
confidence, but she was ready to pick herself up, and get back in the dating game. That
was the only way to move on, the only way she would ever get over Stefano. She couldn't
pine over him forever, and besides, she was in beautiful, sunny Aruba! Why not live it up
a bit?

"I'm Tarik," he said smoothly, his tone taking on a deep, seductive edge.

"Nice to meet you." Heat rushed to her face as his grayish-brown eyes zeroed in on hers.
Cassandra wished she had taken the time to freshen up on the cab ride over from the
airport instead of reading old text messages from Stefano. After leaving Chicago, and
hustling from one flight to another, Cassandra knew her hair was disheveled, and her
white linen dress was a rumpled, designer mess, so being hit on by the young, cute desk
clerk was flattering. "I'm not saying yes, but if I did, where would you take me?"

"To the Calypso Christmas Jam right here at the hotel, of course." He leaned across the
desk, moving in so close she could smell his spicy aftershave. "You look like the kind of
woman who enjoys having a good time, and I'd love to get to know you better on the
dance floor."

Doubts troubled Cassandra's mind. You can't go out with him, her conscience shrieked.
He's a hotel clerk for goodness sake, and if that's not bad enough he's shorter than you,
but Cassandra quickly told herself it didn't matter. She wasn't marrying the guy. They
were just hanging out. Her foster parents had always taught her not to look down on
peopleno matter what. She then smiled and said, "Sure, why not? It sounds like fun."

"I get off in an hour, so let's meet in front of the waterfall at seven o'clock."

"I'll be there."
"You're in suite forty-eight." Tarik offered Cassandra a gold key card, and when she took
it, he kissed her hand. "If you need anything just ring the front desk and I'll be right up."

Whoa, buddy, slow down. You're trying way too hard, she thought before turning to walk
away.

An hour later, Cassandra was showered, changed, and relaxing inside her scrumptious,
fourth-floor suite. Like the rest of the resort, her quarters were grand, immaculately
decorated, and offered spectacular views of the sandy white beach.

Assessing her appearance in the full-length mirror, Cassandra dusted her cheeks with
blush, and fluffed her loose, bouncy curls. Hands on her hips, turning from side-to-side,
she couldn't help but wonder what Stefano would think of her outfit. "Maybe I should
change," she said aloud. "I don't want to give Tarik the wrong idea, and this outfit
screams 'come and get me big boy!'"

And more importantly, her conscience whispered, Stefano would hate it.

"Enough already!" Cassandra narrowed her eyes, and gave her reflection a dirty look.
Pointing a finger at the mirror, she spoke in a stern, no-nonsense voice. "Look, you have
to quit thinking about Stefano. Just because he's been calling and texting you nonstop
doesn't mean he's ready to jump the broom. He isn't, so move on!!"

Glad she'd set herself straight, Cassandra flung open her suitcase, and rummaged around
inside for her jewelry case. Hearing a knock on the door, she abandoned her search, and
surged to her feet. Finally, room service had arrived, and not a moment too soon. She had
just enough time to eat, and head downstairs to meet Tarik.

Cassandra opened her handbag, plucked a twenty-dollar bill out of her wallet, and yanked
open the front door. Her mouth dried, and her eyes widened in disbelief. It wasn't room
service.

Chapter Three
Stefano stood outside of suite forty-eight, impatiently tapping his foot on the carpet. He
held a bottle of Courvoisier in one hand, and a bouquet of red roses in the other. Struck
with a sudden case of the nerves, he straightened his tie, and leveled a hand over his
tailored suit jacket. He was worried, plagued with second thoughts about surprising
Cassandra, though he knew his dapper GQ look would be a slam dunk. Cassandra had
once admittedafter a passionate round of lovemaking in his officethat seeing him
dressed up was a turn-on. So he had cleanly shaved, doused expensive cologne, and was
decked out from head-to-toe in Giorgio Armani.

The door swung open, and Stefano felt the blood drain from his face and shoot straight to
his groin. Desire stirred inside him, raged out of control. His mind went blank, and the
words to the speech he'd rehearsed during his flight from Chicago to Aruba flew right out
of his head. Blown away by Cassandra's va-va-va voom look, all Stefano could do was
stare. It didn't matter where they went, she was always the most beautiful woman in the
room, but tonight she'd outdone even herself. Her lace cocktail dress showed just the right
amount of skin, and played up every luscious curve. Stefano itched to touch her, so
desperate to hold her in his arms his body burned and throbbed with need.

Marching inside the suite, Stefano dumped his gifts on the nearest table, and captured
Cassandra around the waist. He held her in a tight, fierce grip and couldn't stop himself
from gazing into her eyes, and stroking her caramel-brown skin. She was wearing the
perfume he'd bought her back in June for her thirtieth birthdayBe Delicious by DKNY
and the teasing, tempting scent reminded him of the night he'd eaten chocolate birthday
cake off her sexy, curvy body. That very thought was his undoing, the reason he lost
control. He crushed his mouth to hers, to taste her moist, juicy lips, but Cassandra pushed
him away.

"Stefano, what are you doing here?" Anger blazed in her eyes, and seeped into her tone.
"The editor at J'Adore magazine said you turned down the trip to Aruba."

He was instantly bummed that she wasn't happy to see him, but he shrugged off his
frustrations, and retrieved the items he'd brought from the resort gift shop. "I read your
essay, Cassandra, and it was beautiful," he said, laying the bouquet in her arms. "Did you
really mean what you wrote about me? What you wrote about us?"

Cassandra stared down at the carpet, shifted, and shuffled her feet as if she was desperate
to escape. "You still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?" she asked
again, impatiently. "I thought you had to work. At least that's what Mrs. Wilkerson told
me when she called last Friday to inform me about the contest I won."

Stefano wore a boyish grin, one designed to melt the cold, hard shell around her heart.
Since he couldn't tell Cassandra about his mission, or the romantic dates he had planned
for her, he lied like a politician taking a polygraph test. "The guys persuaded me to
come." He pretended to appear bored, dismissively shrugging his shoulders. "Nicco said
if I didn't accept the free trip he'd kick my ass, and Demetri threatened to help," he said,
forcing a nervous smile.

Her lips twitched, as if she was trying hard not to laugh, and her face softened. For the
first time since he'd barged into her suite, she smiled, and the sight did his heart good,
made him think all wasn't lost. Stefano would never admit it to anyone, not even his
closest friends, but he was lost without Cassandra. She had always been his rock, his
sounding board, and he missed relaxing with her at the end of a long, stressful day.
Unfortunately it took losing her to make him realize the errors of his ways, and if
Cassandra took him back he'd make sure she never regretted her decision. Stefano still
wasn't sold on the idea of getting marriednot when his parents were battling it out in
court, and slinging insults at each other twenty-four sevenbut he had to prove to
Cassandra that he loved her, that he'd never stopped.
"How are Nicco and his brothers doing? What are their plans for the Christmas
holidays?"

He saw her questions for what they werea diversionand took a step towards her. "I
don't want to talk about my friends. I want to talk about us."

"What's on your mind?" she asked, fiddling with the diamond bracelet on her wrist. He
had given it to her last year for Christmas, and Stefano still remembered how she'd flung
herself into his arms after she opened the turquoise box.

Just as Stefano opened his mouth to confess how miserable he was without her there was
a sharp knock on the door.

"Room service!" called a male voice.

Stefano reluctantly stepped aside, out of the way, and waited impatiently as Cassandra
chatted with the server about the various hotel amenities. Once the guy left, Stefano took
her hand in his, and met her gaze head-on.

"I owe you an apology for the way I acted on Thanksgiving. I said a lot of things I didn't
mean, and I feel terrible for hurting you." Stefano paused, and waited for his words to
sink in. He couldn't read the expression on her face, though he sensed that she was
impressed. She had to be. Expressing feelings was foreign to him, something he rarely
did, but since being open and honest was important to Cassandra, it was important to him.
"I made a lot of mistakes during our relationship and if I could do things all over again I
would"

"What would you have done differently?" she asked sternly, interrupting him.

Stefano reached out and brushed a stray curl away from her forehead. He wanted to slide
his hands down her shoulders, and link them around her waist, but he exercised restraint.
"I would have appreciated you more, respected you more, and taken your wishes to
heart."

A sad smile marked her lips. "Thank you, Stefano. I accept your apology."

Calypso music, and loud, animated laughter penetrated the walls.

"I wonder what's going on outside." Stefano glanced at the balcony doors. "It sounds like
the entire resort is out on the beach."

"The Calypso Christmas Jam is about to start."

"The Calypso Christmas Jam?" he repeated, unable to hide his amusement. "Sounds
corny."
Cassandra shot him a frozen stare. "I don't get it. Why come all the way to Aruba if you
don't want to try new things or experience the culture?"

Because I was dying a slow death without you. "Let's open the champagne, and toast to
new beginnings."

"Sorry, Stefano, I can't."

"Why not? The night is still young, and I flew over five-thousand miles to see you."

"I have a date." Cassandra scooped her purse up off the side table, and tucked it under her
arm. Flashing a cheeky little grin, she stepped past him. "See you around."

Stunned, all Stefano could do was watch helplessly as Cassandra sashayed past him, and
strode out the door.

Chapter Four
"Try one of my coconut-rum balls." Tarik thrust his fork into Cassandra's face. His grin
was sly, and his gaze was glued to her cleavage. "I guarantee you'll like it."

"No thanks." Cassandra pushed aside her plate, and dabbed at her mouth with a red
snowflake napkin. "You couldn't pay me to eat another bite. I'm stuffed."

Tarik shrugged his shoulders, and devoured the dessert. He ate hungrily, shoveling food
into his open mouth, and smacking his lips. "What do you do back in Chicago?" he asked,
reaching for his bottle of ginger beer. "You're a model, right?"

"No, I work for a fitness apparel company," she replied, sneaking a glance at her wrist
watch. It was only eight o'clock, but Cassandra was ready to call it a night. Tarik wasn't
much of a conversationalist, and he'd spent more time texting on his cell phone than
talking to her. Besides, she was curious about what Stefano was up to. Was he still inside
her suite?

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Yes, because the first time I saw Stefano I fell head over heels, she smiled.

Tarik put down his drink, and seized her hand. "I know this is going to sound crazy
because we just met, but I feel as if I've known you all my life"

"You're right," she agreed, breaking free of his cold, clammy grasp, "That does sound
crazy."

"Let's make the most of the time we have together." Tarik leaned across the table, so close
that she could smell rum on his breath. "I'd love to take you sightseeing tomorrow."
Cassandra opened her mouth to decline his offer, but when she heard Stefano's harsh,
gruff voice saying, "The lady's not interested, so take a hike," she lost her train of
thought. Who does he think he is? We're over. Have been for weeks.

"Who the hell are you?" Tarik demanded, a malevolent glare in his eyes.

"Hold onI know you. You work at the front desk." Stefano pointed a finger at Tarik,
and spoke in an authoritative tone. "You shouldn't be fraternizing with guests. It's against
hotel policy, and doing so could cost you your job."

"I can't afford to get fired." He coughed, and darted a nervous glance around the grand
ballroom. "I need this job. I have a family to feed."

Stefano nodded, and reached into the back pocket of his dress pants. "I understand, and
I'm not trying to be a jerk, so here's a couple hundred bucks for your trouble."

"Thanks man!" Tarik leapt to his feet, snatched the money out of Stefano's hand, and
practically sprinted out the doors and into the casino.

Cassandra's pulse was pounding but she didn't let her trepidation show. "I don't
understand why you're here," she said, reaching for her cocktail glass. "You said the
Calypso Christmas Jam was corny, remember?"

"I had a change of heart." Stefano pulled up a chair, and made himself comfortable.
"Besides, I came to Aruba to spend time with you, not to stare at the four walls inside our
suite."

"Our suite?" His words stunned her. Cassandra wasn't sharing her suite with him. She
couldn't, wouldn't, not even if he begged like a crook in front of a firing squad. "Stefano,
you can't stay with me. You have to get your own room."

"I tried, but the resort is fully booked until the New Year." His smile was sad, as if he was
deeply heartbroken by the news, but his grayish-brown eyes glimmered with mischief.
"We're going to have to be roommates for the rest of the week, but I promise to give you
your space."

"Fine, no problem," she said casually, determined to play it cool. "The couch is all yours.

Their gazes locked. The air was thick, charged with tension, and electricity. Cassandra
saw the corners of his lips twitch, and knew that he was mad, but she didn't care. She was
through pleasing him, and catering to his every wish. From now on, I'm looking out for
me, myself and I, she decided. And if Stefano doesn't like it that's just too bad.

"Cassandra, the last three weeks have been hell without you"
"You look perfectly fine to me." No that's a lie. You've never looked better, she added
silently. The sun had tanned his olive skin several shades, and his sleek, black suit gave
him star power. Stefano was tall, debonair, and gorgeous, and as Cassandra sipped her
cocktail she noticed every woman in the room that checked him out. Of course they
would, though. He had piercing eyes, juicy lips and a physique racked with so many
muscles people naturally assumed he was a fitness trainer. Stefano Viathe thirty-five-
year old stock broker with the ridiculously high I.Q.was in a league of his own, and it
showed. He was always smooth, never in a hurry, and had a smile that made her feel
weak, and dizzy. Hence, why she was still sitting at the table, and not upstairs in her
luxurious, ocean-front suite.

"Looks can be deceiving," he said. "You of all people should know that. When Keenan
passed away, I was worried sick about you, but you never broke down or ever lost your
composure. You held it together like you always do."

His words saddened her, made tears sting the back of her eyes. The pain of losing her
little brother was always there, ever present. It was a painful, suffocating knot inside her
chest, one that never went away. Loneliness had driven Cassandra to give Stefano an
ultimatum, but she knew he'd never propose. He didn't believe legalized unions worked,
and claimed he didn't need a piece of paper to prove his commitmentbut she did. And,
since Stefano didn't want to marry her, she'd just have to find someone who did.

"Meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to me, and I miss having you around," he
said softly. "Before we became lovers we were great friends, and I don't want that to
change."

It took her a moment to process what he'd said, to make sense of it. A million questions
filled her mind, but Cassandra shrugged them off. Stefano had a hold on her she just
couldn't explain, and their connection was as strong as ever, but she was determined to
keep her wits about her, to withstand his charm. "Please don't do this."

"Please don't do what?"

"Talk about us. There is no us. We're through, and we're never getting back together," she
said in a sing-song voice.

Stefano wore a skeptical, puzzled expression on his tanned, chiseled face. "When did you
start listening to Taylor Swift?"

Cassandra laughed, and when Stefano winked at her she felt the tension between them
recede.

"Wow, I can't believe it. They're playing our song," he said, taking her hand in his and
moving his outstretched arm from side-to-side. "Every time I hear Made to be Together
by Trey Songz I remember the night we met."
"Stefano, what are you talking about? We don't have a song. You hate dancing,
remember?"

"That was then, and this is now." Stefano stood, and pulled Cassandra to her feet. Gazing
at her, he slid an arm around her waist, and dropped his mouth to her ear. "All I want to
do is hold you in my arms, and pretend the last three weeks never happened," he
whispered. "You are the most beautiful woman in this room, and I feel damn proud to
have you on my arm."

His words both thrilled and aroused her. And so did the feel of his lips against her ear,
and his hands stroking her hips. It had always been like that with Stefanohot, carnal,
and passionateand despite their breakup she still desired him. Always would. Even
when she was old and grey. He was the most sensuous lover Cassandra had ever had, and
the most well-endowed, too. Being Stefano's girlfriend isn't good enough anymore, she
thought, overcome with longing, but I wouldn't mind being his lover for the rest of the
wee

Chapter Five
"I don't have to ask if you're having a good time in Aruba," Paris St. Clair teased. "I've
been reading your Facebook posts, and it sounds like you're having a blast."

"You know it!" Cassandra said with a laugh. The picture-perfect sky promised another
beautiful day, and the scent of chocolate-dipped strawberries sweetened the air. "I'm
sitting poolside, sipping a Very Cherry Martini, and eating decadent desserts as we
speak!"

"Yeah, I know, I just saw your tweet. I'm so jealous, I hate you!"

The childhood friends laughed.

The sun felt warm on Cassandra's skin, and the light morning breeze whistled softly
through the palm trees. For the first time in weeks, she felt relaxed, at ease, and knew it
had nothing to do with the weather, and everything to do with Stefano. She wanted to tell
Paris about all the fun they'd had the last three daysdancing the night away at the
Calypso Christmas Jam, their private boat tour around the island, and their candle-lit
dinner on Bachelor's Beach last nightbut before she could speak, her girlfriend shared
some shocking, titillating gossip of her own.

"There are pictures of Stefano's mother, and her new, blonde boy toy at the Kennedy
Center in the Washington Post," Paris explained. "Apparently, they went to see the
Nutcracker last night, and spent more time making out in the balcony than watching the
performance."

Cassandra choked on her martini. Unable to believe what she was hearing, she shot up in
her chaise lounge chair, and rested her cocktail glass on the side table. Turning away from
the pool, she pressed her cell phone closer to her ear, attempting to block out the noise
around her. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm not. Go on-line and you'll see all the scandalous photographs for yourself. People
love juicy, scandalous gossip, and since Stefano's father is the former mayor of Chicago
the media is all over this story. Mrs. Via, and her beau made quite a splash at the Kennedy
Center, but for all the wrong reasons."

As Cassandra listened to Paris, her heart broke for Stefano. He was close to his parents,
especially his dad, and credited his mother with making him the man he was today. "I
knew his parents were having marital problems, but I had no idea they were getting a
divorce, or that his mom was dating other men."

"At least now you know now why Stefano is so reluctant to get engaged."

And, why he was so quiet this morning during breakfast, Cassandra thought to herself, but
didn't say. "I wish he'd confided in me, instead of keeping everything bottled up inside."

"He was probably upset, and embarrassed, and couldn't bring himself to share what was
going on with his family. That's understandable. He must be going through hell."

Her words hit home. Cassandra now viewed their situation in a whole new light. This
wasn't about her, or about the mistakes she felt Stefano had made in the past. It was about
being there for him in his time of need. Isn't that what he had always done for her?
Memories played in her mindof Stefano feeding her soup when she was sick in bed
with the flu, of him holding her in his arms during her brother's funeral, of him cheering
her up when she was overwhelmed with grief. It was her turn to return the favor, to
comfort him, and this time she wasn't going to let him push her away.

"You should call him," Paris advised. "I bet Stefano could really use a friend right now."

Cassandra blurted out the truth. "Stefano isn't in Chicago. He's here in Arubawith
me."

Paris shrieked like a five-year-old on a rollercoaster. "We'll, I'll be damned! No wonder

you're having so much fun! You've been having make-up sex all over the island, haven't
you?"

"Paris, get your mind out of the gutter. It's not like that."

"Oh, yes it is," she said, in a teasing tone. "You guys can't keep your hands off each other,
and I knew it was just a matter of time before you got back together."

"I love Stefano, and I feel horrible about his parents, but he's always been anti-marriage
and I doubt that will ever change. He doesn't want to get married and that's a deal
breaker."
"Hogwash! Of course he wants to marry you!"

"Then why didn't he propose last month?"

"Because, men hate being controlled and manipulated."

Annoyed, Cassandra folded her arms across her chest. "I'm not trying to control,
Stefano."

"Yes, you are! You're a Virgo through and through and you're not happy unless you're
running the show, or telling someone what to do."

"Some friend you are."

"Don't be mad. I just want the best for you." Paris paused, as if she was struggling with
her words, and when she continued it was in a softer, quieter tone. "Stefano loves you,
but if you want to make things work, you have to learn to compromise more. Trust me,
Cassandra, things aren't going to fall apart just because you're not calling the shots."

"Thanks, Dr. Phil. I'll keep that in mind"

The women laughed, but Cassandra gave serious thought to what her best friend said.

"I wish I had more time to talk, but I have to run," Paris said, sounding apologetic. "I
have a meeting with the organizers of the Business Women's Expo, and if I'm late they'll
find another keynote speaker, and I just dropped a fortune on a new Chanel suit!"

"Okay, have fun. We'll talk soon."

Cassandra ended the call, and stared up at the clear blue sky. Inevitably, her thoughts
turned to Stefanoto the man who still meant the world to her. She wanted him to
confide in her, to open up about how he was feeling, and knew just what to do. Anxious
to set her plan in motion, Cassandra downed the rest of her Martini, collected her
belongings, and strode through the resort like a woman on a mission. And, she was.

Chapter Six
The scent of ocean water, and tropical flowers created a tranquil, sensuous mood. Renting
one of the secluded cabanas on Palm Beach had cost Cassandra an arm and a leg, but
seeing Stefano laid-back and relaxed made the outrageous expense worth it. They'd had a
scrumptious meal, drinks, and desserts, but Cassandra still couldn't bring herself to ask
Stefano about his parents. It wasn't the right time, and she didn't want to force the issue.
Not as they were talking, and laughing, and enjoying each other's company.

"Why did you give me an ultimatum?"

His questioned knocked the wind right out of her sails. "III don't know," she
stammered, tripping over her words.

"Yes, you do. Baby, talk to me. Help me understand."

Moving closer to her on the brown, whicker couch, he took her hand in his, and gave it a
soft squeeze. He looked so handsome in his blue polo shirt, and white pants, Cassandra
had a hell of a time concentrating.

Cassandra took a deep breath, wiped her damp palms along the side of her cocktail dress,
and spoke from the heart. "Deep down, I've always felt I wasn't good enough for you and
I didn't want to sit around waiting for the inevitable to happen," she confessed, avoiding
his gaze. "I always feared you'd leave me for someone else. There, I said it, now you
know the ugly truth."

"Baby, how could you feel that way? I've never given you a reason to doubt my love, and
I never will." A grin brightened his lips and warmed his piercing eyes. "I'm a numbers
guy, not a poet, but isn't it obvious I'm crazy about you?"

Cassandra looked deeply into Stefano's eyes. He could make her laugh like no one else,
and he knew just what to say to make her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She loved that
about him. Loved that he would do anything to cheer her up, and make her smile.
"Growing up, it was always me and Keenan, and when he passed away I felt like I'd lost
everything. He wasn't only my goofy, little brother, he was my best friend, and now I
have no one. No family, no loved ones, no one to spend the Christmas holidays with"

"Baby, don't say that. You have me. You will always have me."

"Being your girlfriend isn't enough anymore. I want security, and a lifelong commitment
and I won't settle for anything else."

Silence fell between them and lasted for several minutes.

"Why didn't you tell me your parents were getting a divorce?"

"I didn't want to burden you with my problems."

"Stefano, how could you think like that? I love you, and I will always be here for you."

His face was blank, and his eyes were narrowed. "I figured if I didn't talk about what was
happening with my folks it would seem less real."

It was impossible to listen to him without getting emotional, but Cassandra regained her
composure. "My heart is breaking for you, and I'm sorry you have to deal with this. I
know how close you are to your parents, and I can't imagine what you're going through."
"I'll survive," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

Cassandra touched a hand to his leg. "I know you will. You're one of strongest men I
know, but if you need to talk I'm here."

Stefano's iPhone vibrated on the table, but his gaze never left her face.

"Aren't you going to answer your cell phone? It could be important."

"Nothing is more important to me than being with you tonight."

Desire hovered in the air, swirled around the cabana like a sweet, fragrant mist.

"I came to Aruba to win you back," he murmured, brushing his mouth against the curve
of her ear. "I want a second chance."

His voice tickled and teased the spot between her legs. He was trying to smooth talk her,
to break down her defenses and it was working. Shivers snaked down her spine, and jolts
of electricity shot through her inflamed body. When it came to Stefano, Cassandra was
unable to resist his charms. Jazz music was playing in the distance, and his strong,
wayward hands made her forget everythingthe proposal that never was, their bitter
breakup, all the times she'd cried herself to sleep. A strong yearning then ruled her flesh,
obliterating every doubt.

Stefano touched her cheek with one hand, palmed and caressed her breasts with the other.
He stroked her flesh, while whispering naughty words in her ears. Cupping her chin, he
lowered his mouth for a kiss. A steamy, sensuous French kiss that kindled her passion.
"Do you have any idea how much I want you? How much I've missed you?"

"Talk is cheap," she said, taking his hand and guiding it between her thighs. "Show me."

Chapter Seven
Stefano couldn't get Cassandra out of her clothes fast enough. He wanted to rip off her
short, ivory dress, and strip her naked, but cautioned himself to relax, and not to rush the
moment. Before they could make love, he had to get something off his chest, and now
was the perfect time. "I adore you, Cassandra, but the idea of tying the knot terrifies me,"
he confessed. "What if you fall out of love with me or meet someone else down the
road?"

Cassandra cupped his face in her hands, and held his gaze. "Stefano, I will always love
you, no matter what. Nothing you say or do will ever change that."

"Really? Even if I lose all my hair, and gain a hundred pounds?"

She poked a finger at his chest. "Now, you're pushing it!"

Stefano threw his head back, and released a loud, hearty chuckle. "God, I've missed you,"
he breathed, burying his face in the curve of her neck. "After you left my place on
Thanksgiving, I feared I'd never see you again. Why didn't you return any of my calls?"

"Because I knew if I called you I'd fall apart."

"I don't want us to fight anymore. That's not why I'm here."

Her eyes were wide, filled with surprise and curiosity, but she didn't speak.

"I want a future with you, Cassandra, and I'll do whatever it takes to make it happen."

"You will?"

"Of course," he said, nuzzling his nose against hers. She giggled, and the sound made his
heart swell with pride. "You're my destiny, and I'm a hundred percent committed to you."

Stefano watched the rise and fall of her chest, saw her nipples harden under her
lightweight, party dress, and knew his words had aroused her. He wanted to tell her why
he didn't propose on Thanksgiving, but he couldn't get the words out. His brain failed to
send the message to his mouth, and when she nibbled on his bottom lip he groaned
pitifully. Cassandra was perfection, a walking, talking goddess with smarts, wit, and
spell-blinding curves, and he couldn't imagine being intimate with anyone else. Not when
he craved her touch, her kiss, and her moist, lush lips. In public, he put on a brave face,
pretended that their breakup didn't faze him, but inside he was a mess. Lonely, confused,
and lost without her. But now that Cassandra was back in his arms he had no intention of
letting her go.

Overcome with longing, Stefano crushed his mouth to hers. Her kisses were soft, sweet,
and filled with passion. It was like coming home. The familiar taste, and feel of her lips
set his body on fire. He quickly shed his clothes, but took his time undressing her. As he
did, he showered kisses all over her body. Moans fell from her lips, one after another.

Stretching out on top of her, Stefano coaxed her tongue out of her mouth, nibbled, and
licked, and hungrily sucked the tip. They kissed and caressed each other's bodies until
they were delirious with need. Cassandra tickled his earlobes with her tongue, teased and
excited him like only she could, while her hands massaged his erection. The sensation
was mind-blowing, enough to make him explode.

Cassandra parted her legs wide, communicated her needs and wants without saying a
word, and Stefano was happy to oblige. Slipping a hand between her thighs, he used his
index finger to feel her wetness. Each flick, each stroke caused her to whimper louder.

"Don't stop, please, don't stop." Breathing heavily, she closed her eyes, and tossed her
head back in ecstasy. "I can't take it anymore. I need you inside me, now, Stefano. Right
now."
Stefano took a condom out of his wallet, put it on, and positioned himself on top of her.
Eager to please, he entered Cassandra in one quick motion. It was heaven, a perfect fit.
They moved together as one, in a slow, sensuous, rhythm only they could hear. He stirred
his length inside her walls, loved her, filled her, ravished her. Her scent was intoxicating,
her lips inviting, and her dreamy smile captivating. In that moment, Stefano felt like the
luckiest man alive.

Cupping her big, beautiful breasts, he sucked her nipples into his open mouth, swirled his
tongue around each small, erect bud. He watched in fascination as she clamped her legs
around his waist, and moved her hips up and down at a slow, hypnotic pace. He could tell
by the gleam in her eyes, and her heavy panting that she was on the verge of climaxing.

Stefano felt his erection thicken, widen inside her, and increased his pace. A bolt of
electricity shot down his spine, and settled in his groin. His orgasm stole his breath, made
his head spin and swirl. He heard her moans intensify, felt her writhing beneath him and
knew she was experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm of her own.

Stefano collapsed onto his back, and wrapped Cassandra up his arms. She snuggled
against him, and gave him the sweetest, softest kiss on the lips. Cradling her to his chest,
he whispered in her ear, "I don't want anyone but you, Cassandra. I'm sorry that I hurt
you, but it will never happen again."

"I believe you. You're a good man, and I'm grateful that we met. If not for you, I wouldn't
be the woman I am today," she confessed, kissing him on the cheek. "Baby, as long as I
have you, I don't need anything else."

Stefano knew then, in that moment, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
And as he tenderly stroked her shoulders, her words came back to him, played in his
mind like a love song. I'm a hundred percent committed to you I will always love you
no matter what.

His doubts returned with a vengeance, stealing his inner peace. Stefano tried to shake off
his deep-rooted fears, but they remained. He kissed and caressed Cassandra, laughed
when she teased him, but one question plagued his thoughts: How can I propose when my
personal life is in shambles? His parents were at each other's throats, and worse still he
was dissatisfied with his company, and contemplating his future at Edward Jones.

Stefano smothered a sigh, and tightened his hold around her shoulders. He didn't have all
the answers, and didn't know if he had what it took to be a good husband. But he knew
one thing for surehe wasn't losing Cassandra again.

Chapter Eight
Cassandra adjusted her red, velvet costume, and slipped on her black, Mary Jane pumps.
Stefano loved when she spiced things up in the bedroom, so she'd bought the outfit
yesterday while shopping with him at Renaissance mall. Their lovemaking had always
been great, but last night he'd loved her like never before. The sex was outstanding, the
best she'd ever had, but it was the afterplayall the holding, caressing, and pillow talk
that she'd enjoyed the most. To show her appreciation, she'd ordered room service, and
donned a sexy, Ms. Claus costume. It was Christmas day, and Cassandra couldn't think of
a better way to spend the holiday then feeding Stefano in bed, and making sweet love.

Picking up the tray, Cassandra strode confidently through the suite, wearing a seductive
smile. Hearing her cell phone ring, she took it out of a small pocket and glanced at the
screen. It was her boss, Mr. Rosenthal, and she couldn't afford to miss his call. Had the
HR department made a decision about the senior executive job? Was her boss calling to
congratulate her? Or to explain why she'd been passed up for yet another promotion?
There's only one way to find out, she thought, resting the tray on the coffee table. Taking
a deep breath, Cassandra swiped her hand across the screen, and put the phone to her ear.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Rosenthal," she said brightly. He was a soft-spoken man with a
kind disposition, and she enjoyed working with him immensely.

"Merry Christmas, Cassandra. It's great to hear your voice. Am I catching you at a bad
time?"

"No, not at all." Although her boss couldn't see her, she felt self-conscious in her skimpy
costume, and searched the sitting area for her satin robe. Spotting it on the soft loveseat,
she picked it up, and shrugged it on. "I was, um, just about to have breakfast."

"How are things going in Aruba? Are you having a good time?"

Her gaze drifted to the master bedroom. The door was closed, but knowing that Stefano
was sleeping in her bed gave Cassandra a rush of desire. "Yes, absolutely, I love it here."

"Good, because I want you refreshed and energized when you arrive in Paris next
month."

"Paris?" she repeated, puzzled by his words. Cassandra could hear Christmas carols
playing through the balcony window, and plugged her ear with her finger to block out the
noise."Does that mean I got the senior executive position?"

"Yes, Cassandra, that's exactly what it means."

"Oh, my goodness! This is the most wonderful news ever!" she gushed, her words a
breathless pant. "I promise I won't let you down."

"Good, because I have very high hopes for you, Ms. Knight." Mr. Rosenthal chuckled
good-naturedly. "Happy holidays, and congratulations again. I'll see you in the New
Year."
Cassandra ended the call, and dropped her face in her hands. She could hardly believe it.
Her hard work had finally paid off, and in a few short weeks she'd be relocating to one of
the most vibrant and thrilling cities in the world. So, why do I feel soconfused?
Cassandra stood in front of the balcony doors, staring aimlessly out the window,
wondering how she could be so sad, and excited at the same time. She was ecstatic about
the senior executive position, and could hardly believe she was fulfilling her dream of
living and working abroad, but she didn't want to leave Stefano behind. For the last two
years, he had been her everything, and just the thought of moving four thousand miles
away made her feel empty inside.

"Merry Christmas, Beautiful. You're looking as tempting as ever."

Cassandra turned seeing Stefano standing beside the couch, and swallowed hard. Her
eyes met his, then strayed to his lips, and slid down the length of his bare, buff chest. She
got aroused just looking at him. Clad in nothing but white pajama bottoms, it was
impossible not to drool all over herself. He had sculptured shoulders, a flat, washboard
stomach, and a smile that made her weak in the knees, and between her legs. "Merry
Christmas, baby. Hungry?"

"Yes, but not for food." Stefano was at her side in three, short strides. He kissed her on
the forehead, and caressed her shoulders and hips. "Who was that on the phone?"

"It was my boss," she said, meeting his gaze. "I got the senior executive job."

Whipping her up in his arms, he spun her wildly around the room. "Baby, that's
awesome! I'm so proud of you. It's true what they say, huh? The third time really is the
charm."

"Thanks, Stefano. I'm pretty excited. I've been wanting this for a very long time," she said
attempting to sound modest.

He nodded in understanding. "I know. This promotion is long overdue, and, I hope you
get bigger, flashier digs because your office is smaller than an airplane bathroom!"

Cassandra laughed, and swatted him on the shoulder. "Ha, ha, very funny. Well,
thankfully, I won't be working in the NBC Tower anymore. I'll be transferring to the Paris
office."

"You're moving to Paris?" Stefano dropped his hands from around her waist. "Damn,
Cassandra, how could you make such a huge decision without consulting me "

"Consulting you?" she repeated, frustrated by his attitude, and his tone. "I don't need to
consult you. We've been broken up for weeks, and we're not a couple anymore."

"Is this your way of getting back to me for not proposing last month?"
"What?" She paused "No, of course not." Cassandra would never admit it to anyone, not
even to herself, but the senior executive job felt like a consolation prize. She was thrilled
about it, yes, but heart-broken too. Despite all of Stefano's sweet words he still wasn't
ready to commit, and the proposal she'd hoped would never really happen. Relocating to
Paris would give her a fresh start, and she wasn't going to feel guilty for moving on with
her life. "I took the senior executive job because I deserve it, and it you have a problem
with it then that's just too bad."

"What about us? What aboutme?"

"Stefano, this isn't about you. This is about me fulfilling my dreams."

"I thought your dream was to get married and have a family."

It was, she thought sadly. But if I can't have you, then I don't want anyone. "Spending the
weekend together was a mistake. I don't know what I was thinking."

Cassandra kicked off her high heels, and belted her robe. She needed space, time to clear
her head, but as she marched past Stefano, he grabbed her arm, and pulled her up to his
chest."Let go of me," she said, trying to break free of his gasp. "I have nothing more to
say to you."

"We need to talk, and I'm not letting you out of my sight until we do."

"Why are you doing this? Why don't you just let me go?"

"Because the last time you left me it almost killed me."

His confession was more explosive than a live grenade. Cassandra felt winded, as if she'd
just finished running the fifty-yard dash, but she didn't let her emotions show on her face.
If you love me then why won't you marry me?

"Face it, Cassandra. There's no getting rid of me," he whispered, stroking the length of
her cheek with his thumb. "You're stuck with me forever."

God I love the sound of that. Her heart softened like a marshmallow, and her anger
abated. "I love you, Stefano, and nothing will ever change how I feel about you."

"Promise me something."

"Anything," she said without a trace of hesitation.

He wore a wry smile. "When I'm old and gray, don't trade me in for a younger model,
okay?"
His words were spoken in jest, to make her laugh, but Cassandra saw the vulnerability in
his eyes, the pain, and knew he was thinking about his parents. Cupping his face in her
hands, she pressed soft, light kisses against his lips. "You're the only man I want, and no
one will ever be able to take your place in my heart."

Stefano clasped her hands in his, held them tight. "My parent's divorce shattered my faith
in love, but I can't let their marital problems stop me from doing what I know in my heart
is right," he said, his voice as tender as the kiss he placed on her lips. "You're my soul
mate, and I won't live without you."

Her eyes were wide, and her breathing was shallow. "Stefano, what are you saying?"

"That if you're moving to Paris, then I'm moving to Paris."

"Y-Y-You can't be serious," she stammered. "What about your job? Your parents? Your
dogs?"

"I'm a stockbroker. I can get a job anywhere," he said confidently."And my parents can
take care of Zeus and Oscar while I'm away. Who knows? Maybe taking care of my dogs
will bring them closer together."

They laughed, and for the first time since reuniting in Aruba, Cassandra knew they were
going to make it. The past was behind them, and nothing would ever tear them apart
again. And, if Stefano moved with her to Paris, she would undoubtedly be the happiest
woman alive.

"Now that we're boyfriend and girlfriend again, I think we should do something big to
celebrate, don't you?"

Stefano shook his head. "I don't need a girlfriend, Cassandra. I need a wife."

"You want to marry me?" Her heart was pounding in her ear like a drum.

"Cassandra, you are, and always will be, my everything." Stefano dropped to one knee,
and clasped her left hand. As he spoke, he slid an emerald-shaped ring, glittering with
baguette diamonds, onto her fourth finger. "I might be the ideal man, but you're the
perfect woman for me, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Marry me, and
make this the best Christmas I've ever had."

Tears flowed down her cheeks like a river. "Of course, I'll marry you!" she said, jumping
into his arms. "I love you, Stefano, and I can't wait to be your wife."

"And, I love you more. Now, that I have you, I finally have it all." Stefano held
Cassandra tight, close to his chest. It turns out the editor of J'Adore magazine was right,
he thought, kissing his bride-to-be passionately on the lips. Magical things really do
happen in Aruba.
THE END