After The Billionaire's Wedding Vows…

He let his mother literally change her name and he’d followed suit.

“This is heavy discussion for a date night,” Polly said ruefully.

“I suppose dating in marriage is a little different than out of it, but I’m still hoping to get lucky later,” he teased, clearly attempting to lighten the atmosphere between them.

In the mood to let him, Polly grinned back. “I think that might be arranged…but then again, I might make you wait.”

His low laughter was sexy and warm.

When they left the restaurant, Alexandros surprised Polly by taking her to a swank city hotel rather than back to the penthouse.

“What are we doing here?” she asked as he helped her out of the car.

“As much as we both love our daughter, I thought we could use a night for just us.” Alexandros took Polly’s arm and le

d her inside, bypassing the large and elegant lobby. “We have a suite on the top floor.”

“Helena will be sleeping by the time we get back to the penthouse,” Polly pointed out.

“Yes, but if she wakes in the night, or earlier than we do, Hero will be there for her.” He smiled down at Polly with devastating charm. “While I will be there for you.”

“Oh, you think I might wake in the middle of the night?”

“I plan for you to be awake, whether you will have gotten any sleep is debatable.”

A frisson of anticipation zinged through Polly. “I love that tone you get.”

“What tone?” he asked as he led her onto the elevator and then used his keycard to access the top floor. “The one that says I want you?”

She would have answered, but he tugged Polly into his body and covered her lips with his own, the kiss claiming and intentional and everything she loved about being the focus of this man’s sexual desire.

The doors of the elevator opened a moment later, but Alexandros did not pull away. He just shifted, so she was protected in the corner as he continued to kiss her.

Polly was peripherally aware of a woman’s voice and a man’s low chuckle, but even knowing they shared the elevator, she could not make herself break the amazing kiss. Alexandros was not one for public displays of affection, and knowing that made the way he held her and continued to move his lips against hers, even hotter.

Alexandros moved his mouth to her ear, breathing softly in her ear and sending chills through her. “Finally. We are alone.”

“We are?” she asked breathlessly.

He laughed low and husky. “Didn’t you notice the other couple get off a moment ago?”

“No.” She turned and nibbled that spot on his neck she knew drove her husband crazy. “Maybe I should be worried you did.”

“I am always aware of our surroundings when I am with you. It’s my job to make sure you are protected.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

“I WISH YOU’D felt that way about your mother and sister.” The words were out before she’d even thought them, old wounds too deep to ignore completely. She sighed. “I’m sorry.”

He leaned back and looked down at her, his expression searching. “Why are you sorry?”

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Polly stepped into the elegant foyer, inhaling the heady scent of jasmine as she noticed a beautiful bouquet on the marble table. “Which is our room?” she asked, indicating the four doors off the foyer.

“This way.” Alexandros led her to the right and swiped his keycard to open the door.

She stepped inside, where the scent of her favorite essential oils permeating the room. Jasmine that had so delighted her when they stepped off the elevator mixed with vanilla and just the hints of orange and myrrh. It was a mix that had been prepared especially for her and that she used only in the diffuser in her room in the villa.

She looked around for a diffuser, but couldn’t find it at first, until she realized a gorgeous clay pot glazed in deep blues and browns had mist coming from the stylized top. “Where did you get my aromatherapy mix?” she asked, a little awed.