OMG!!!!!! Raimundo was right it took forever for me to update!!!! I am super sorry guys just tell me if there is somthing I could do to make up for my lateness. Thank You for wating this long! =) 5th chapter!!!

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:::Previous:::

He prowled around her slowly and a slighty mocking smile touched his firm mouth. "Still so much passion, Kimiko, and still trying to hold it in cheak and pretend it doesn't exist. That it isn't even a part of you and yet how could your nature be anything else?" He brushed a hand over her hair with a mocking smile.

Kimiko lifted her chin and her blue eyes flashed. "Never get involved with a man who has the ego the size a Brazil!"

He laughed. "Ours was never the most tranquil of relationships, was it meu amorzinho?"

Meu amorzinho. He'd always called her that and she'd loved hearing him speak in his native language. It had semed so much more exotic than the English translation, 'My Little Love.'

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His unexpected laughter released some of the throbbing tension in the room and she felt the colour flood into her face as she remembered, too late, that she'd promised herself she wasn't going to fight with him. She couldn't afford to fight with him. "We both need to forget the past." Determined not to let him unsettle her, she took a deep breath and tried to find the tranquillity that usually came naturally to her. "Both of us have moved on. I'm not the same person anyomre."

"You're exactly the sam eperson, Kimiko." He strolled around her, like a jungle animal assessing its prey. "Inside, people never really change. It's just the packaging that's different. The way they present themselves to the world."

Before she could guess his intention, he lifted a lean bronze hand and in a deft, skillful movment removed the clip from her hair.

She gasped a protest and clutched at the soft raven curls that tumbled over her shoulders. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Altering the packaging. Reminding you who you really are under the costume you're wearing." His burning gaze slid lazily down her body. "You came in here; suitably dressed to teach a class of schoolchildren or sort books in a library, that silky raven hair all twisted away and tamed. On the outside you are all buttoned up and locked away, yet we both know what sort of person you are on the inside." His dark eyes fixed on hers and his voice was rich and seductive. "Passionate. Wild."

His tongue rolled over the words, his accent more pronounced than usual, and she felt her stomach flip over and her knees weaken.

"You're wrong! That's not who I am! You have no idea who I am." Despite her promise to herself that she'd remain cool, she couldn't hold back the emotion. "Did you really think I'd be the pathetic little girl you seduced all those years ago? Do you really think I haven't changed?"

Despite her heated denials, she felt a flash of sexual awareness that appalled her and she squashed it down with grim determination.

She wasn't going to let him do this to her again. She wasn't going to feel anything.

She'd come here to tell him somthing she should have told him seven years ago, not to resurrect feelings that she'd taken years to bury.

"You weren't pathetic and neither-" he said softly, touching a curl of raven hair, "-did I seduce you determined though you seem to be believe that. Our passion was as mutual as it was hot, meu amorzinho. You were with me all the way." He said the words 'all the way' with smooth, erotic emphasis that started a slow burn deep within her pelvis. "The only difference between us was that you were ashamed of how you felt. I assumed that maturity would allow you to embrace your passionate nature insted of rejecting it."

To her horror she felt her body start to melt and her breathing grow shallow and she shrunk away from him, desperate to stop the reaction.

How?

How, after all these years and all the thinking time she'd had, could she still react to this man?

Did she never learn?

And then she remembered that she had learned. The hard way. And it didn't matter how her body responded to this man, this time her brain was in charge. She was older and more experienced and well able to ignore the insidious curl of sexual desire deep in her pelvis.

"This isn't what I came here for." She lifted a hand to her hair and smoothed it away from her face. "What happened between you and me isn't important."

"So you keep saying. So what is so important enough to bring you all the way back to Rio de Janerio when you left and swore never to return, I wonder? Our golden beaches? Our dramatic mountains?" His voice rich accent rolled over the words. "The addictive beat of tha samba? I recall that evening that we danced on my terrace...."

He flicked memories in front of her like a slide show and she looked away for a moment, forcing herslef to focus on somthing bland and inanimate, trying to dilute the disturbing images in her head. The chair drew the full force of her gaze while she composed herself and plucked up the courage to say what she had to say.

"I want us to stop talking about the past." She paused for a moment and flet her knees turn to liquid. It was now. It had to be now. "I'm here because....." Her voice cracked and she licked dry lips and tried again. "I'm trying to tell you...w-we had a son together, Rai, and he's now six years old." Her heart pounded and her body trembled. "He's six years old and his life is in danger. I'm here because I need your help. I've no one else to turn to."

How could silence seem so loud?

Was he ever going to speak?

Relief that she'd finally told him mingled apprehension. What was he going to say? How was he goign to react to the sudden discovery that he was a father?

"Well, that's inventive." His tone was flat and he sprawled in the nearest chair, his eyes veiled as he watched her, always the one in control, always the one calling the shots. "You certainly know how to keep a guy on his toes. I never know what you're going to come up with next."

Kimiko blinked, totally taken aback.

He didn't believe her?

She'd prepared herself for anger recrimination. She'd braced herself to be on the receiving end of his hot Brazilian temper. She'd been prepared to explain why she hadn't told him seven years before. But it hadn't once crossed her mind that he might not believe her.

"You seriously think I'd joke about somthing like that?"

He gace a casual shrug. "I admit it's in pretty poor taste, but some women will stoop to just about anything to get a man to fork out. And I presume that's what you would want? More money?"

It was exactly what she wanted but not for any of the reasons he seemed to be implying.

I'm gunna say it....Raimundo You are an ass...

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LEMON COMING SOON TOO...should I change rating???

He still didn't believe her.

"Last week I received a kidnap threat." Her voice shook as she said the the truth would shake him out of his infuriating cool.

Instantly his gaze trapped hers and the temperature in the room rose still further.

"Show me the letter."

Did she imagine the sudden rough tone to his voice?

Oh yeah does ne 1 know some names for the son?????

Please help with that.....=)