The Greek Tycoon's Convenient Wife. Sharon Kendrick
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‘You don’t need that,’ he said flatly.
‘Says who?’
His mouth curved into a mocking smile. ‘I do.’
The gesture was both autocratic and yet thrilling—and Alice was appalled at herself for thinking so. Was it because he was Greek that he seemed so utterly masculine and in total command of the situation? That he could get away with the kind of domination she wouldn’t dream of tolerating from any other man—or was it simply because he was Kyros?
‘As high-handed as ever, I see,’ she observed.
‘Ah, but women like a man to take control.’ In the fading light, his eyes gleamed. ‘You always did,’ he added deliberately.
Especially in bed. The unspoken words seemed to filter their way through the gathering gloom towards her, pulling her back to a time of erotic awakening at Kyros’s hands.
When they’d met she had been a virgin—something which had delighted him. A woman’s virtue was the most precious gift that she could give to a man, he had assured her as he had removed the underwear from her trembling body with the dexterity of a man who had done so many times before.
With a passion which had dazed her, he had taught her everything he knew—and it seemed that his knowledge on this particular subject was encyclopaedic. Kyros was an expert in the art of love-making, ‘Because it is an art, agape mou,’ she recalled him murmuring as he had pulled her down onto his lap. How jealous she had been of all the women who had come before her—the women he had practised his art on. And what of the ones who had followed—what of those?
She wasn’t going to go there. They weren’t here to talk about intimacy—because that would only highlight unwanted emotions like envy and regret. Once again, she smoothed the hem of her dress.
‘I thought we’d already decided it was a little late in the day for fake modesty?’ he murmured.
‘Fake modesty will go once you ditch the caveman comments,’ she said, and he laughed. ‘So let’s have this catch-up you’re so keen on, Kyros. What exactly are you doing these days? Where are you living?’
‘On Kalfera. Where else?’
Alice had only ever seen photos of the stunning island where he and his twin brother had grown up and to her unworldly eyes it had looked like some kind of faraway paradise—with its sapphire seas and blazing white sands. Kyros had always spoken of returning there, but somehow she had thought that it might feel claustrophobic after London. She had thought that he might want to be free of its bitter memories. For hadn’t he once told her—on the one and only time she’d ever seen him slightly drunk—of the mother who had walked out on him and his twin brother when they were barely four years old?
And she remembered tentatively bringing up the subject another time—and the way he had shot her down in flames, telling her never to mention it again.
She watched him now—the shadows which caressed his sculpted cheekbones. ‘I thought you might find island life too small and insular—after all the freedom you enjoyed while you were studying.’
‘I choose to live on an island—that doesn’t mean I’m marooned on it,’ he said sarcastically. ‘I can move between the mainland and rest of Europe whenever it suits me.’
‘And how often is that?’
‘That depends. I have business interests which I’m growing, but Kalfera is where I most like to be. Life is very simple there—with a peace like nowhere else on earth. There’s nowhere like it,’ he finished softly, but then narrowed his eyes, shuttering them against further intrusion. So she still had that inquisitive way with her—and he had not brought her down here to this secluded spot for Alice to be interrogating him about his choice of home!
‘But that is enough about my unsophisticated life on a little Greek island,’ he murmured, leaning back against the tree trunk so that he could study the slim swell of her breasts. ‘I want to hear all about you.’
It occurred to Alice that he had actually told her very little about himself, other than where he was living. Had he made a success of the family business, she wondered—because hadn’t the company been struggling at some point? she recalled. Her eyes flicked over his jeans and T-shirt—not exactly the outfit of a rich man. Was it struggling still—and did that explain his reluctance to talk about it?
‘Oh, I’ve done okay,’ she said quietly. She didn’t want to boast—particularly if Kyros hadn’t made the dizzy and expected rise to the top—but neither did she want to play down her achievements. Even if her love life hadn’t been a success, at least Alice’s job was the one constant area she could be relatively proud of. ‘Enough to be able to support myself, anyway—and to own my own apartment.’
How long would it take to drive there? he wondered idly. In time for bed? ‘Doing what?’
‘I’m in marketing.’ She thought she saw his mouth curve and stupidly found herself rushing to her own defence! ‘It may sound a little dull, but it’s anything but—especially in the company I’ve joined. We sell health-care products—alternative therapy stuff—which is big business now. When I started out, things were on a downward spin—but we rethought our marketing strategies and it coincided with a change in people’s thinking, and…’ she shrugged, suddenly aware of the gleam in his black eyes ‘…now it’s on the upturn.’
‘Ah, Alice—how passionately you speak of this business. So you have become a career woman?’ he observed mockingly.
‘You make it sound like a fault.’
‘Do I? That is too strong an assessment—though nobody can deny that it is different for a woman. That if she puts her heart into her career, it leaves little room for anything else,’ he mused, glancing down at her bare fingers. ‘Particularly a family.’
Don’t take it personally, she told herself, but the taste of regret made her bite her lip. Just because you’ve never settled down and had children doesn’t mean you’re any kind of failure, she told herself firmly. ‘There’s still plenty of time for that,’ she returned, horribly aware that she might now be sounding even more defensive.
‘You think that women can have it all?’ he questioned.
‘I think men would like them to believe they can’t—but that they owe it to themselves to try.’
‘So you have become the arch-feminist in your silk stockings and suspenders,’ he observed drily, aware of the sudden kick of lust.
Now his black gaze was sliding down over her body, making her skin tingle with a growing kind of awareness. ‘I don’t remember you being quite so outrageously old-fashioned—even in the past,’ she returned. ‘Did you turn the clock back by a century when you returned to Kalfera?’
He stretched out his long legs in front of him and he saw her shift a little, as if her own position was uncomfortable. Was it? Well, it was pretty uncomfortable for him—but maybe that was because the inexorable build-up of desire was pulling tight across the heavy denim of his jeans. Would she notice? he wondered. What would she do if he put her hand there? Would she stroke him and then unzip him and take him into her mouth as she had done so many times in the past?
‘So have you missed me, agape mou?’ he murmured, cursing himself against the now exquisitely painful ache.
It was a long time since she had heard that particular term of affection—it was one of the first and few Greek phrases she had learned and now it took her by surprise. But more crucially, it took her back to a time and a place which she had sectioned off as being too dangerous—rather as you might wire-fence a crater you’d found lurking at the bottom of your garden.
Forgetting Kyros had been something she’d taught herself to do after he’d gone. It hadn’t been easy—but time had helped and so had practice. Yet seeing