Roman Vazquez's POV

It's been two days since the little incident at the small restaurant in town. And I still couldn't forget the beautiful waitress with flaming red hair. I don't usually like red-haired women, they're temperamental and stubborn to the bone. But there's something about that woman that had me captivated the moment I set my eyes on her.

It must be the eyes, I decided. Her eyes were as green as emeralds. One would have thought that he'd been staring into a precious gemstone.

I was in my head office in Seville, a few minutes from now I would have my board meeting with my executive staff about an important deal, yet all I could think about was the waitress. I scowled silently. I gave my calling card to her. So far she hasn't called me yet.

If she's another woman she probably called me right now and took this opportunity to hold my attention and suggested to be my mistress. But the woman was stubborn.

Delfina never bothered calling me again after that date. I never really wanted to date that annoying woman it was my mother who'd been pushing women under my nose saying it was past time I should marry and have babies.

Dios mio, I was just thirty-one too young to get married and settle down. But my mother had been saying constantly that she wanted grandchildren since I was her only son. And she was expecting me to give her grandchildren to dot as soon as possible.

My attention was snagged when the intercom buzzed and the demure voice of his secretary floated through his office. "Sir, someone is looking--"

It was broke off when my office door banged on the wall and the flame-haired beauty I had just been thinking a while ago strode in my office, her eyes held defiant on their depth. The eyes that glowed like emeralds under the lit of flames, I schooled my features trying not to show my delight that she showed up for whatever reason.

"Sir...sir, I'm sorry. She just-" My secretary stammered as she hovered in the doorway. I nodded and signaled her to close the door behind me and the red-haired woman for privacy. I have been waiting for this encounter since two days ago.

"To what--"

"I need a job." She stated before I even had the chance to finish what I was about to say, her stance made me smile slightly like she was expecting a battle with me.

"A job?" I asked indifferently, trying to look relaxed as I sat back from my chair. "What about your job at the restaurant?"

"I've been sacked thanks to you." She answered tartly, her eyes filled with anger that was directed at me. "I've been looking for a new job since yesterday and I couldn't find one. So it's only reasonable if you're giving me a job because you're the reason why I lost my current one."

I felt my lips twitching with a smile. She was more temperamental than I anticipated. Did she have any idea that she came here not to ask for a job but to demand one? She thought it was only rational to give her a job since I was the cause of why she'd been sacked.

"May I ask why you'd been fired from your job?"

She moved closer to my table and put her hands on each side of her waist causing her breast to thrust upward. I swallowed hard at the movement. "Why, you ask?" She repeated with noticeable scorn in her voice. "The owner thought that I was such a scandalous woman that I tend to bring my relationship problem to work."

"I would agree with him," I muttered absently, playing with the fountain pen in my hands.

She scowled at me, her pretty dark green eyes snapping with fire. How I like to stare into her lovely eyes. "What did you say? Care to repeat it, sir?"

"Nothing," I replied casually, no one other woman had dared to glower in my face before. Usually, they all favored my attention. So why do I feel a little annoyed when she was so indifferent to me? Why did I have to meet the only woman in the world who was probably immune to my charm?

"So are you going to give me a job or what?" She asked impatiently, her green eyes still snapping with fire.

I wondered if her eyes were the same if she'd be in my bed. I cursed my wayward thoughts, arousal was not the best to have when one was wearing an Armani suit. Thankfully, I was sitting, or else my member would be noticeable.

What job can I give her? I asked myself silently. She can't be my housekeeper. I can't let someone clean my house when I was hell bend on seducing her, it would be a grave mistake on my part if I made her my maid, though the thought was very tempting at the moment. If an office job I was not sure of her educational background of I gave her a desk job here. And from her behavior, I knew that she was temperamental.

Wait a minute...

A slow satisfied smile crossed my lips. I knew the perfect job for her. Why I haven't thought of it sooner? That's the perfect solution to my problem.

"How badly you want work?" I asked rubbing my jaw at the idea. Finally, the perfect plan was right here. Thanks to her.

"Bad enough to go here today and ask for a job since I'll probably spend my Christmas here in Spain without any money left in my purse before I travel again."

It was on the tip of my tongue to point out to her that she wasn't asking--she was demanding a job.

"I think I have a job that would fit on you."

Her green eyes lit with delight. "Really? What is it? When do I have to start?"

"It is a highly paid salary but on calls twenty-four seven and need to share my lodgings with no vacation leave..."

She frowned at me, probably thinking that I was just playing pranks on her. Did she know that she's beautiful when she's frowning like that? "What kind of job is that?"

"The job is to become my wife."

Outrage and disbelief broke to her beautiful face at once. "Are you crazy? I asked for employment not to become your wife!"

"It's the perfect solution," I reasoned out mildly, ignoring her disbelief. "You need a job and I need a woman to play as my wife. The salary is quite high."

"Well, that woman is not me. Thank you for your offer but I don't want to play the role of your wife. I'm not that desperate, you know!" She said with passion as if becoming my wife was the worst possible situation she could attain.

I scowled at her beautiful face. "Fine. Well, good luck in spending your Christmas here in Spain with your cold apartment without money."

She paled at the thought. Good, I bit back my smile when he could almost see her brain working out the possible solution to her problems. It's not I need a wife-only a pretend one so I could introduce them to my mother and for her to stop her matchmaking on him. And who was better to play that role than the woman I had used against Delfina who had probably told my mother about the little scene I made in the restaurant two days ago?

"Wait a minute," She bit her lower lip which was such an erotic scene for me. "How long do you plan this charade to last?"

I bit back his smile. This was getting better and better. "Just for three months so my mother would stop her matchmaking."

"Just three months?" She asked hopefully. "After the three months, I am free to seek for divorce?"

"Sí," I answered with a private smile, sweetening the pot I added. "The salary is very high, my dear. I can assure you that by the time of our divorce, you won't need to work as a waitress again. I will provide you with a decent job."

I could see that she was thinking over this matter very carefully. Those fascinating green eyes were studying me as if she just made a bargain with the devil. Not that I could blame her.

"Very well," She said after a moment, sealing our deal with finality. "I will play as your wife for three months."

I held back the smile of triumph on my face. I got her now where I wanted her to be. This would be fun. "Great. Now can you do me the honor of knowing my wife-to-be name?"

"Red."

"Red." I sampled her name in my tongue. It suits her perfectly 'Red', as in her red hair. "My name is Roman Vasquez, nice to meet you, señorita."

"Roman." She said my name with her all-American accent. I liked the way my name sounded on her lips.

"All right, Red." I stood from my chair and moved closer to where she'd been standing. "I have a meeting now but can you wait for me in the coffee shop nearby so we can arrange our wedding."

"When do you plan to have the ceremony?"

I shrugged indifferently. "As soon as it can be arranged." I paused when I saw her frown. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No." She replied dryly. "Nothing at all."