The Greek's Blackmailed Wife

Lauranne lifted her chin. Thanks to him, she’d learned not to do emotion either. If he wanted to talk business, then they’d talk business. ‘The business is a success thanks to Tom. He financed this business with his own money. He took me on when no other company would touch me.’ Her voice shook as she reminded him of the facts. ‘If it hadn’t been for him I would have had no way of earning a living.’

He rounded on her with a ferocious growl. ‘Don’t mention his name in my hearing.’

She felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. ‘Give me one reason why not.’

His eyes flashed fire and flame. ‘Because you were mine,’ he said thickly, his tone pure masculine possession. ‘Mine. And Farrer did what no other man would have dared to do. Only ignorance could have prompted him into such a foolish and risky course of action.’

Her heart was thudding so hard she thought it must be visible to him. ‘He didn’t know what sort of man you are.’

‘I’m Greek,’ he announced flatly. ‘And Greek men know how to take care of their women.’

She needed no reminder of his heritage. It was part of who he was, visible in everything he did and everything he said.

‘Your relationship with women is stuck in the Stone Age. If Versace made loincloths you’d be wearing one.’

‘I didn’t notice you complaining when you were naked under me.’ His voice was a rich, masculine drawl and she felt it curl its way around every part of her damaged and fragile heart. The vision of lying naked with him was all too clear and she felt an unwelcome coil of heat low in her pelvis.

The discovery that part of her still craved him came as an unpleasant shock.

She lifted her chin, struggling to hang onto her dignity. ‘I’d like you to leave right away.’

‘Because you don’t trust yourself around me, Lauranne?’

‘Because I’m afraid I might bruise you if you stay within thumping distance,’ she said grittily. ‘Fighting always was what we did best.’

He lifted an eyebrow mockingly, back in control once again. ‘That’s not how I remember it, agape mou. We did a lot of things extremely well.’

Their eyes clashed and she caught her breath, remembering, feeling—

Oh, God, she didn’t want to feel…

‘Go, Zander. Just go.’

But he didn’t go. Instead he strolled towards her, his eyes still locked with hers in blatant challenge.

She forced herself to hold her ground. Forced herself not to turn and run despite the quivering of her body and the lurch of her heart.

‘You always reminded me of a firework,’ he murmured, his tone conversational as he steadily closed the distance between them. ‘Sparky, full of fire and beautiful enough to make a man gasp. And dangerous to handle.’

His words made her breathing jerk. ‘Come any closer and you’re going to find out just how dangerous. And stop pretending that we had any sort of relationship that meant anything. To you it was just sex and you were only interested in me because I refused you.’

‘Not true,’ he shot back instantly. ‘I was interested because you challenged me. With every flash of your blue eyes and every lift of that delicate chin, you challenged me.’ He came to a halt directly in front of her, a smile playing around his firm mouth. ‘But it’s true that no woman had ever run away from me before. It was a first.’

‘You are impossibly arrogant.’ She gave an exclamation of disgust and his smile widened.

‘I’m honest. And we both know that you were just playing games. You were mine from the moment I saw you sitting on that bar stool, that tiny skirt showing every inch of your fabulous long legs, your golden hair trailing down your back like

a beacon lighting up the night sky.’

Her pulse was fluttering and she shook her head in denial. ‘I never would even have spoken to you if I’d known who you were.’

He lifted a hand and touched her hair with gentle fingers, his touch making her tremble.

‘You couldn’t help yourself, Lauranne. And neither could I. It was stronger than both of us—’

And it was still stronger than both of them.

This close she was aware of every single inch of him. She could see the strong column of his throat, smell the tantalising male smell that she associated only with Zander, and she could feel the power of his sexuality with every traitorous bone in her body. He was just so wickedly attractive, she thought desperately, remembering the way he’d murmured huskily to her in Greek as he’d rolled her under him on a warm sandy beach.