Her eyes glistened vivid blue in the pale oval of her face and he didn’t know what to say to her to put right what he’d just done. ‘I am sorry I reacted so—badly,’ seemed totally inadequate when he thought back over what he had accused her of. ‘It was just that—’
‘You’re worried because you’ve just had sex with Theo’s granddaughter,’ she finished for him.
‘I don’t give a damn about who you are!’ He sighed impatiently. ‘I don’t even know why I said it. But if you had only told me you were a—’
‘Get out,’ Zoe said because she didn’t want to listen to him using that word again. ‘If I have one small say in this horrible situation you’ve placed me in, then it’s the right to my own privacy in this room, so please, just get out!’
Spinning away again, she stood trembling inside the tight wrap of the sheet, aware that she was about to lose complete control and fall into a flood of weeping the likes of which would beat the one she’d fallen into on his stupid plane.
‘We both lost our heads.’ Still he persisted doggedly. ‘I did not expect … I feel so guilty!’ he said roughly. ‘I could have made the experience less uncomfortable for you but instead we went into it like …’
At last he ran out of words and Zoe was glad that he did. She did not need a running commentary on what they had done, or the way that they had done it. ‘Please,’ she begged him. ‘Will you just get out?’
‘We will talk tomorrow,’ he said finally, turning towards the door.
‘You’re flying off in the morning to—somewhere,’ she reminded him and hoped to goodness it was far, far away.
‘I don’t think so,’ he returned. ‘We need to—’
‘You are flying off tomorrow,’ Zoe repeated. ‘Because you promised me you would leave me alone in peace here for two weeks then allow me to go home—and I am insisting you keep those promises at least.’
Maybe he nodded in agreement. She had her back to him so she would not know. Yet somehow she knew that his lengthening silence was an agreement to her wishes. In all honour he could do little else.
Anton’s plane took off at sunrise. He had not been to bed. If he’d ever wanted to know how Leander Kanellis had felt when he’d been expelled from his home and family, then he knew now.
Two weeks … He had promised Zoe a two-week sanctuary and hell would have to freeze over before he would allow himself to break that promise now. Leaning back in his seat, he closed his weary eyes. Sleep deprivation was not a malady he usually suffered from but he was feeling the dragging pinch of it right now.
Or maybe it was the fault of the amount of brandy he had consumed while he’d sat in a chair in his bedroom with his feet up on the windowsill, drowning his restless sorrows while playing back gut-grinding snatches of what had turned out to be the most mind-blowing experience of his long sexual history.
Great sex, lousy aftermath. He shifted his shoulders against the cream leather back of his seat. He did not need to replay the way he’d laid into her in an effort to salve his own guilty conscience.
Women … He blamed all those other women who’d drifted in and out of his bed with their third eye focused on the vague chance that they might—just might—be the one he would decide to marry. And not merely for his handsome self; he mocked the good looks he was not too modest to acknowledge he had been blessed with. Or even his famous prowess between the sheets. No, money was the drug they fell in love with, the scintillating lure of becoming Mrs Anton Pallis with all the wealth, power and position the title would bring along with it.
So he’d become cynical about women before he’d reached the age of twenty. So he’d taken what they’d invited him to take, enjoyed their company and their bodies for as long as his interest lasted and never thought much about how it must feel to be in their shoes.
Well, he was feeling it now: rejection. In this case, a well-deserved rejection. The low ache of knowing he had been pushed out into the cold when, for the first time in his life, he’d wanted to stay in the warm. Somehow yesterday
Zoe Kanellis had wriggled her way past his usual guard. He even liked the baby. He’d got up from his chair at four-thirty this morning and rushed to pick the boy up when he’d cried. That Zoe had not come running into the boy’s room as well had surprised him, until he’d glanced across the landing and seen that her door was closed.
He had done that. He had closed her bedroom door on his way out of it, and she had been too upset to notice that he had. So he’d done his one good deed for this day and dealt with the baby’s needs without disturbing anyone else.
‘Anton?’
‘Hmm?’ he grunted, frowning because he did not want to be disturbed.
‘Fresh trouble,’ Kostas warned him grimly.
Zoe guided the buggy along one of the shady pathways which meandered through the garden. It was strange to think that this was Toby’s first taste of fresh air since she’d brought him home from the hospital.
The good side of her bolthole in paradise, she thought grimly. The serpent had flown out this morning—or so she’d been informed. She’d been out for the count when Anton had left here, having thrown herself back on the bed and buried her head between two pillows in an effort to hide away from what they had done.
A glint of light in the corner of her eye made her turn her head to see a silver Mercedes sweep in through the gates situated over on the other side of the garden. She froze. Surely he could not have come back? He would not come back. The man she’d been faced with after their senseless, wild frolic in her bed would clip his own wings off before he would come back here before the two promised weeks were up.
If even then, she added as she turned away to continue walking while shuddering inside now that the memories of last night’s horror had resurfaced. And it wasn’t even his behaviour that was making her shudder. No, it was her own. She hated herself. She hated him. He’d told her she should be ashamed of herself and she was. Though what his conscience had been telling him to feel had got lost in the bitterness that poured forth from his angry lips.
Guilty he’d admitted to, but only when it had been dragged out of him. Well, great. She was his guilty sin, because she would have to have been totally naive and stupid not to notice that he’d had the hots for her almost from the first moment he looked at her.
And you for him, that little voice in her head called honesty chimed in.