The Greek Tycoon's Love Child

'I did wonder why she was yelling at you. Why didn't you just tell her the truth? It was only a one-night stand and after I left you,' Willow snapped back.

'I would never discredit the mother of my son in such a way,' he said between gritted teeth. 'And you were never just a one-night stand to me, whatever you may think. I asked you to stay with me, remember.'

'You said so the other night,' she reminded him bluntly.

‘Theos! Must you question every damn thing I say?' Theo struggled to retain his temper. 'I can't do right for doing wrong where you are concerned. The only reason I bought you a few clothes was because I thought you might enjoy them and because it was the least I could do.' He had thought she would be delighted with a new wardrobe of clothes; every other woman he had ever known would have been all over him like a rash. But Willow was not like any other woman. Now his action just seemed crass, a sop to his conscience, and an insult to Willow.

Wide-eyed, she stared up at him, shocked by his out­burst, and stunned that he had actually admitted to feelings of guilt. Then she gave a little mocking laugh. 'Thanks, I think.'

His eyes became bleak with bitterness. 'With hindsight I should have tried harder to keep in touch with you, but you lied to me and didn't give me the opportunity. When you knew you were pregnant with my child, one trip to an old address was not much of a search.'

It was all her fault again. . . She might have guessed his guilty feelings would not last long, and they had almost taken her in.

'I made more than one attempt,' she said, her own tem­per rising. 'Seven months pregnant, I boarded the train for London with the address of your London office in my pocket. In the magazine I bought to read on the journey were the pictures of your wedding to Dianne. I got off at the next stop and went home. Is that good enough for you?' She wanted the swine to feel guilty; it was the only way she could lash out at him. He had blocked all her other avenues of escape. 'Or maybe I should have followed you on your honeymoon,' she gibed.

For an interminable moment Theo just stood there re­garding her in total silence, his face an inscrutable mask. 'No, and I am sorry you had to find out that way,' he finally said quietly. 'Obviously talking about the past is a futile exercise. It is the future we have to look forward to.' With a quick dip of his dark head, his mouth covered hers and he kissed her. She couldn't believe it, but a long moment later when he raised his head and allowed her to breathe again she was too shaken to care.

How did he do that? she asked herself again. He man­aged to reduce her to a quivering mass of jelly with one kiss. And in the middle of the day on a crowded pavement where the world and his wife could watch, she realised with dawning embarrassment. Lifting her eyes, she stared up into his darkly handsome face. 'What was that for?' she asked dazedly.

'To shut you up,' he said with a wry smile. 'You infu­riating madam. I have not argued in the street since I was a schoolboy, and I've had enough guilt for one day. I am declaring a truce.' And tucking her arm in his, he set off along the street.

Five minutes later, when Theo stopped outside a very elegant black door with the name in gold lettering, she pulled her hand from his arm. 'Oh, no! Not more shopping.'

He slid an arm around her shoulder and a slow smile curved his wide, sensual mouth as she looked stubbornly up at him. 'Humour me, Willow. Last stop, I promise, and then we can meet the others for lunch.'

A moment later as Theo ushered her through the door, and into the shop, it was with a grim lack of humour that she looked around and saw it was a jeweller's.

'As my fiancée you must wear my ring.' She opened her mouth to object but he pressed a finger over her lips. 'And don't argue—truce, remember?'

So far he had got all his own way. His finger was still on her mouth and, unless she could get over this terrible disability of losing her mind whenever he touched her, he was likely to continue doing

so.

But she got her revenge when it came to choosing the ring. Forced into agreeing to marry him, and still smarting from his crack about her dress sense, she picked the biggest platinum-mounted solitaire blue diamond the jeweller could provide. To add to the ostentatious engagement ring she chose an equally ostentatious diamond-studded platinum wedding band.

Theo gave her a curious look. 'Are you sure they are what you want?'

'Certainly.' She tilted her head to look up at him, a pat­ently false smile twisting her luscious lips. 'As the wife of a filthy rich man, you said I have to look the part. And I just love them,' she gushed, 'darling.' She thought he would be furious but to her astonishment his lips curved in an achingly familiar crooked smile.

'Touché, darling,' he drawled with rueful amusement, and bought the rings.

Two days later Stephen sat on her bed and watched her dress. 'I wish I was going to the party.'

'When you are a bit older, but tonight you have to be a good boy for Marta and do as she says. Right?'

'Right,' he agreed.

Willow grinned down at her son. 'Well, what do you think, Stephen? Will I do?' And with a shaky hand she smoothed down the strapless, long slim-fitting sheath of wild blue silk she had chosen from the clothes Theo had insisted on buying for her. She had pinned her long black hair on top of her head, and the severity of the style em­phasised the perfect outline of her face and the white swan­like elegance of her neck. Her make-up was light as usual: moisturiser, lip gloss and a touch of mascara. On her feet she wore high-heeled sandals that matched the dress per­fectly. She had painted her nails a light pink and she had never felt so dressed up in her life, or so nervous.

'You look beautiful, Mum.'

'And I second that,' Theo said.

She hadn't heard him enter, and she lifted anxious dark eyes to his. The full impact of him attired in sophisticated dinner clothes sent every one of her senses haywire.

His hooded gaze roamed over her with studied masculine appraisal, and the eyes he lifted to hers were glittering with a hot possessiveness that she could not fail to recognise. It hit her with the force of a lightning bolt. She had agreed to marry this man, and tonight was their engagement party. She must be crazy, and as he walked towards her she felt panic rising inside her. 'Is it time to go?'

His firm lips curved in a slow, sexy smile. 'Some might say well past time, given we have a son,' he drawled, and took her trembling hand in his. Turning to Stephen, he added, 'Run along to your room. Marta is waiting, and she has a surprise for you.'