“I want your happiness too.”
She got up from the chair on shaky legs. He hurried around his desk and cupped her elbow to escort her out of the office to the elevator.
“How long will you be in Greece?”
“I’m not sure.” More than ever she needed time alone with Andreas, away from Olympia.
“For old times’ sake, would you allow me to take you out to dinner tonight at Zorba’s?”
“I’d like that a lot, but I’m still not divorced.”
Since the trial, Dominique had learned to avoid the appearance of evil. If a journalist were to catch them dining at the famous restaurant, where the four of them had eaten after they’d come home from their honeymoon, it would create more adverse sensationalism for Andreas in the press.
She couldn’t help but wonder how much damage the bad publicity from the trial had already done to his business interests, let alone his personal life.
After a silence, “You’re a rare breed of woman, Dominique. Whatever possessed Andreas to treat you in such a cavalier manner is beyond my comprehension. Good luck to you, my dear.”
He kissed her cheek.
The last thing she saw was the glint of pain in his eyes before the elevator door closed. It haunted her all the way to the airport, where she took a commercial helicopter back to Zakynthos.
She could have returned to Andreas’s office building and taken his private helicopter, but she’d already created a minor sensation by showing up there with Paul earlier. In order to minimize the gossip, she thought it wise to keep the rest of her agenda private.
The moment she returned to the villa, Eleni fluttered around to make her comfortable. While Dominique did laps in the pool, to release her nervous energy, the housekeeper brought her dinner and put it on the patio table.
After an exhausting workout, Dominique climbed out of the water and wrapped her hair in a towel before seating herself. It seemed the cook had outdone herself, preparing Dominique’s favorite seafood salad and buttered rolls.
Because the exercise had whipped up her appetite, she ate everything in sight. While she was finishing off a second cup of coffee, she heard the telltale sound of a helicopter approaching.
Her heart thudded unmercifully hard.
Was it Paul, on another mission from Andreas? Or had her husband decided to take matters into his own hands and get rid of her himself before the night was out?
Maybe he’d brought Olympia and the baby with him.
Though she was a
lmost jumping out of her skin, Dominique forced herself to remain at the table and wait.
At the first sight of Andreas’s arresting features and tall, well-honed physique, in beige trousers and a white crew neck sport shirt, her body melted with desire.
He had the most beautiful olive complexion she’d ever seen. The twilight brought out lines of experience around the mouth which used to kiss her with such passion she could hardly breathe just thinking about it.
Gazing at the combination of black eyes, and hair with a tendency to curl, she marveled that he’d once chosen to marry her when he could have had any woman he wanted.
If he’d brought Olympia with him she was nowhere in sight.
He approached the table. His strong, suntanned fingers curled around the back of the chair opposite her.
“Exactly where did you go today?” he demanded.
“I needed to visit someone.”
“But you didn’t tell Paul?”
“It wasn’t his business.”
His eyes smoldered in anger. “Anyone I know?”