Publication Date: September 14, 2010
Genre: Category Romance
What right did Argentinean billionaire Rafael Cruz have to demand her in his bed? Housekeeper Louisa Grey had managed his homes impeccably. She’d catered to his every appetite—except…
Oh, no, his virgin housekeeper did not flirt…but their simmering attraction had Rafael so close to losing control. And if there was one thing he was good at—besides seduction—it was taking charge!
But now they’d never be able to go back to being just boss and employee….
I have this thought whenever I read a Harlequin Presents, so this isn’t a new observation, but I still wonder if in Argentina or Greece there are authors writing about their demure virgin housekeepers getting impregnated by arrogant American billionaires.
American Louisa Grey has spent the last five years taking control of Argentine billionaire Rafael Cruz’s various households, whipping them into shape and making them homes for him. One night, the rakishly handsome womanizer comes home to find mousy Lousia crying and wanting to comfort her, instead (there’s really no nice way to say it) he nails her to the wall. And the bed. And finds out his mousy housekeeper was never really that mousy to begin with, she just was hiding it all under some baggy clothes and glasses.
The next morning, Louisa asks for and gets a transfer to one of his other houses, since Rafe has no interest in any relationship and values her for her efficiency in managing his homes more than her talents in his bed. A month later, Rafe is headed to the house she’s now managing and she’s pretty sure she’s pregnant. Countdown to disaster, since Rafe’s made it perfectly clear he doesn’t want to get married or have kids.
I like Lucas’ books because her arrogant billionaires aren’t as repulsive before their redemption as most other authors’ tend to be. Here, Rafe’s not great, let’s be honest here, because if he was, this wouldn’t be a scandalous pregnancy, but his boneheadedness is limited to the first, “you wouldn’t betray me, WOULD YOU?” speech before Louisa runs off. Then he gets another ass-inine, “I’ll marry you, have hot monkey sex with you every night and treat you with icy disdain during the day,” speech and the required last idiotic flailing head/desk moment, but in general, he’s an okay guy. He isn’t the misogynist pig so many of these guys can be. He has a lot of moments of general confusion about his feelings for Louisa and there are things he respects abut her and lines he doesn’t cross (well, not completely).
Louisa’s a bit of a nonentity, which was a disappointment. She did a lot of boo-hooing about her situation, then patting herself on the back about how brave she was to strike out on her own even though she was afraid of the big bad Rafe and how she would fall apart into a puddle of goo when he kissed her. The woman couldn’t make a good decision to save her own life and her spine kept falling out of her back at the most inopportune moments, but if she were any different, poor Rafe wouldn’t have any reason to chase her around and I wouldn’t be addicted to these like Lindt truffles.
There was too much darting around from place to place; less time going on about how Louisa was such a good housekeeper and her white chocolate brownies, and more time devoted to their relationship would have been nice, but the sexy times were good and the groveling was delicious. I liked this.
My Rating: B-