Kostas's Convenient Bride

She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs. Classic Kayla self-protection pose. Even her sweats and hoodie were what he considered her armor.

Most women dressed up when they wanted to feel safe, but not Kayla. She dressed down, in sweats, a hoodie, thick socks. And as far as he knew, Andreas was the only person who knew that.

Her gray gaze regarded him somberly. “Six years ago you figured out a way to use me for your company.”

“That’s one way of looking at it.”

“Is there another?” she asked, sounding like she thought she knew the answer.

“I found a way to keep you in my life longer than a lover would have lasted.”

Her eyes widened, her expression mirroring shock and a little incredulousness.

“I liked you more than any woman I’d ever had in my bed. I had more tender feelings for you than anyone else, like I’d only ever allowed myself to feel toward my mother. I didn’t want to lose you out of my life entirely.”

“But as your lover I had a sell-by date that was fast approaching,” she said, as if with dawning understanding and no small amount of horror.

It was true none of his other lovers had lasted as long as she had. “I didn’t know how much longer we would be together as sexual partners, but I knew as business partners our relationship would last longer.”

“And it did.” She said this with a strange, very un-Kayla-like tone, like she was adjusting her thoughts, but not like the adjustment made her happy.

“It was a good move. We started working together, became friends. Best friends. We’re in each other’s lives in a good way. A long-term way.”

“Not anymore. You’re selling the company. You’re walking away.” Kayla’s voice was filled with such sadness, such finality.

It chilled Andreas right through. “I want you to walk with me.”

“I’m not leaving KJ Software.” There was no doubt there. No give. Absolutely no compromise.

It was like she’d written code with no if...then statement. In Kayla’s mind, this was a closed loop of program.

“You don’t mean that. There’s so much more you could do. So many more puzzles you could solve.” Didn’t she realize? “You’re brilliant. The whole world of computer programming is open to you. It doesn’t have to be cybersecurity.”

“I like the puzzles I solve now. That company is my home. I feel safe there.”

Her home? It was just a company.

But looking at Kayla, for the first time, he realized they looked at KJ Software with completely different eyes. He might own 95 percent, but Kayla was invested in the company in a way he never would be.

Something cold opened up inside Andreas. It had never occurred to him that when all was said and done he would not be able to convince Kayla to move on to the next venture with him.

“No, your home is your condo.” That should be true.

She shook her head, her expression repudiating his words before she ever spoke. “That’s just where I sleep. Not where I feel safe.”

“Don’t I make you feel safe?” If he wasn’t her safety, what was he to her? He wasn’t just her boss.

She stared at him, something he couldn’t read in her gray gaze. “You’re getting married.”

“That doesn’t mean things between us have to change.”

“Yes, it does.”

“No. I say what happens in my life.” He’d made that truth in his life since he’d left the Georgas family and Greece. She had to know that.

“You’re making a new family. I won’t be in it.”

No. Those words weren’t true. He wouldn’t let them be true. “You are part of my life.” Part of his family, but for some reason he couldn’t say the words out loud.

“Maybe we still can be friends, but you can’t be my safety. That wouldn’t be fair to your new wife, to the children you’ll have together. It’s just not the way it works, Andreas. The company. It’s all I have. I have to talk to Sebastian Hawk and make sure he’s not going to take that away from me.”

Realization hit Andreas hard. And it was one he did not like. Kayla needed security he, Andreas Kostas, could not give her. She felt threatened by the loss of the company and his marriage happening at the same time. Both were necessary for Andreas’s final plan to prove to his father and the Georgas family that he did not need them in any shape or form.

Had never needed them. Would never need them.

The only way to give Kayla what she needed was to put off one or both of his stratagems and Andreas simply could not do that. He had worked too hard to make his plans a reality. Besides, he was finished with KJ Software. He’d been itching to move on to something bigger and better for the last year.

Kayla knew that, even if she was struggling with accepting it.

It had never occurred to him that she’d want to stay on. That the company itself had taken on a surrogate family role to her. That she considered it her stability factor.

“I wanted you to keep working with me,” he told her baldly.

The look of utter sadness and acceptance in her expressive gray eyes said it all. “You want to keep building bigger and better businesses.”

“Yes.”

“Sometimes, businesses fail.”

“Mine won’t.”

Her pretty lips tilted in a half smile. “You’re so confident.”

“You’ve called me arrogant a time or three in the past.”

“Well, you are,” she teased in the old way.

He shrugged.

“I’m not leaving the company with you.”

She meant it. She really wanted to stay with the company and had every intention of doing so.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.” Maybe they wouldn’t work together, but they still lived in the same building.

She drank her tea and stared at him for a lot longer than he thought it should take to answer that statement, but finally she set her cup of tea down and nodded. “I guess you’re right about that. Friendship isn’t about always getting what you want. It’s also about being there for the other person. And I suppose in your arrogant, pigheaded way, you need me.”

“Enough with the name-calling.”

“You broke up my date.”

“I was worried about you.”

“You could have been worried about me tomorrow.”

“Stop pretending like you were going to have sex with him.” The idea was an anathema.

“You don’t know what I was going to do. You think you know me, but let’s face it, Andreas, you thought I’d be okay with the bride pimp and I’m so not. You thought I’d be okay with selling the company and I still kind of want to shred your closet of suits over that one. You thought I’d want to leave KJ Software to start a new company and you couldn’t have been more wrong about that. I’m not sure you know me very well at all.”

He couldn’t argue a single one of those sentences.

And something about six years ago had gone down very differently than he’d thought too, or it wouldn’t have come up today. Andreas had the unpleasant sensation that she was right and that he did not know Kayla Jones nearly as well as he thought he did.

And if he didn’t figure her out, he was going to lose the one person he still considered family.

That was not going to happen. Andreas Kostas had lost all the impo

rtant people in his life he was going to let go of.

Kayla Jones was never going to be one of them.

* * *

Andreas finished answering emails, ignoring yet another text from Genevieve. He’d had no idea she was so demanding when he hired her. She’d acted very accommodating and happy to have him as a client. Her tenacity was well-meaning no doubt, but he had other things on his mind at the moment. Her in-depth questionnaire and business-mogul makeover were going to have to wait.

Why did he need to change his clothes and haircut anyway? He didn’t have any trouble finding companionship dressing like a high-powered businessman. When he’d mentioned that to Genevieve, she’d replied he was looking for a wife, not a hookup.

He was still unconvinced.

He didn’t want a wife who expected some laid-back guy who was going to spend every evening and weekend playing happy families. That wasn’t Andreas.

Dismissing thoughts of his matchmaker, he replied to another text.

Satisfied with his morning’s work, he was considering ordering breakfast and waking Kayla when the second bedroom door in the suite slammed open. She appeared, no wakeup knock necessary, her curls tied up in one of the scarves she wore to bed to keep them tamed. Its bright color at odds with the dark visage of her face. Her glare shot around the sitting room until it landed on him with the weight of a fully locked-and-loaded missile.

Gray eyes narrowing even further, she stomped toward him. Her body moved in ways his couldn’t help taking an interest in, what with the way her peach satin sleep shorts and silky spaghetti-strap sleep top clung to her bouncing curves.

Damn it, he needed to remember that the passion they’d shared had been too consuming for good decisions.

She slammed her beloved smartphone down in front of him. “Fix it.”

The phone beeped, indicating a text.

“Fix what?” They’d long ago established she was the more technically savvy of the two of them.

“That!”

The phone beeped again.

“What?”

She shoved it in his face.

His eyes focused on the screen. The text was from Genevieve. Demanding Kayla get Andreas on the next plane back to Portland.

“You gave your bride pimp my phone number.”

“Yes.” It had seemed like a good idea at the time.