The Greek Commands His Mistress

‘I wasn’t shouting,’ Lilah hissed with a furious little shrug of her slight shoulders, her bright blue eyes remaining defiant. ‘I was merely pointing out the basic terms of our agreement. It was a devil’s bargain but I’ve stuck to my side of it. The least I deserve from you in return is respect and consideration.’

‘When do I qualify for some respect?’ Bastien enquired with honeyed scorn.

‘When you do something worthy of respect,’ Lilah slammed back without hesitation.

Unlocking the Ferrari, Bastien scooped Delilah up and stowed her in the passenger seat, impervious to her vocal complaints. He wanted to shout at her. For the first time since his childhood, anger and frustration had reached a peak inside him and he actually wanted to shout. Evidently Delilah really was toxic for him, challenging his self-discipline and making him react in unnervingly abnormal ways.

‘And why are you dragging me back to the chateau anyway?’ Lilah queried truculently as he swung in bedside her. ‘You should be avoiding me like the plague right now.’

In slow motion, Bastien twined his fingers slowly into her long black hair to turn her face up while his other hand framed a delicate cheekbone to hold her steady. The crash of his mouth down on hers felt as inevitable to him as the drowning heat of the summer sun in the sky.

Lilah jerked, as if he had stamped her with a burning brand. Her hand rose of its own volition and delved into his luxuriant black hair, fingertips roaming blissfully over his well-shaped skull. Hunger coursed through her like a hot river of lava, scorching and setting her alight wherever it touched.

She had never felt hunger like it. In fact, it was as if Bastien’s lovemaking the night before had released some dam of response inside her that could no longer be suppressed. The resulting ache between her legs and the sheer longing to be intimately touched physically hurt.

Long fingers eased below the hem of her dress and roamed boldly higher.

In a sudden movement Lilah pulled back and slapped her hand down on top of Bastien’s to prevent him from conducting a more intimate exploration. ‘No,’ she told him shakily.

Bastien swore long and low in Greek, the pulsing at his groin downright painful. He wanted to yank her out of the car, splay her across the bonnet and sink into her hard and fast. He gritted his teeth, rammed home his seat belt and drove out onto the narrow twisting road that snaked down the mountain.

The screaming tension inside the car made Lilah’s mouth run dry. It was his own fault. He should never have touched her, she thought piously, pride making her ignore the hollow dissatisfaction of her own body. But then every time Bastien touched her he shocked her, she conceded grudgingly, because somehow he always made her desperate to rip his clothes off.

Mortified, she dragged her attention from him and stared out of the car, mouth swollen and tingling.

Manos was waiting for Bastien when he returned. Delilah took the opportunity to race upstairs.

Bastien did not want an audience as he learned that preliminary enquiries had revealed damning facts about one of his personal staff. Andreas Theodakis had taken a smoke break that evening in London, and had been seen using his phone out on the balcony. Furthermore, a colleague had volunteered the news that Theodakis was a gambler. Bastien knew then in his gut that in all likelihood Andreas had tipped off the business press about the Dufort Pharmaceuticals deal.

‘I should have confirmation for you one way or another by the end of tomorrow,’ Manos concluded.

Bastien had a stiff drink and brooded over the information. No way was he saying sorry when Delilah had made such a big deal of him humbling himself. Indeed, he cringed at the prospect.

He dined alone at his desk, burying himself in work—as was his habit when anything bothered him.

A scrabbling noise made him glance up from the screen, and he frowned at Skippy, who must have sneaked in when Stefan had delivered Bastien’s meal. The miniature dachshund was engaged in using a briefcase on the floor as a springboard to the chair on the other side of Bastien’s desk. Skippy made it up on to the chair and then with a sudden tremendous leap reached the desk top, whereupon he trotted towards Bastien, his long ears flapping, and dropped his squeaky toy beside Bastien’s laptop.