Ruthless Greek Boss, Secretary Mistress

He’d shifted her back onto the bed and with far too practised ease managed to dispense with her bra. His big hands on her thighs had held her apart. He’d looked at her with such desirous intensity she’d felt trepidation lick through her, feeling that she had to be imagining this.

She’d spoken huskily, and winced now at the memory. ‘How can you…how can you find me attractive? I’m not like…I’m too big…I’m plump…’

He’d merely hooked fingers into the side of her pants, said throatily, ‘You’re perfect…’ and started to pull them down, dropping them summarily on the floor. He’d stood again, blatantly aroused, making a mockery of her words. Making her feel as if she was all woman and the only woman for him.

He’d bent over her and she’d felt his erection teasing her, hot and hard against her desire-drenched sex. She’d felt so wanton, but had bitten her lip and forced herself not to move her hips towards him as she’d wanted to do so very badly.

Lying right over her, so she could feel his chest against her, he’d stretched her arms above her head, the movement causing her breasts to rise as if offered to him like succulent desserts.

Holding her hands captive with one of his much larger ones, he’d trailed his other hand down the side of her body, teasing the side of one breast, and whispered in her ear, ‘You are quite simply the pure embodiment of my every fantasy of what the perfect feminine form is…I didn’t know it till I saw you, and now I can see nothing else…’

Lucy’s heart had stopped altogether. She’d searched his eyes as he’d lifted back and looked down, so dark and hot they’d scorched her alive.

‘You…really mean that?’

Lucy hoped desperately now that she hadn’t sounded as vulnerable as she’d felt in that moment.

In answer Ari had bent his head and laved one of her nipples with his mouth and tongue, before sucking it deep, causing her back to arch again helplessly.

Releasing her hands for only a second while he’d put on protection, he’d come back and captured them high again. Lucy’s hips had bucked of their own volition.

He’d then slid into her, inch by torturous inch, and when he was in as far as he could go, when she didn’t know where she started or he ended, he’d leant close to her mouth and kissed her deeply, before saying, so quietly that she almost didn’t hear, ‘Yes…I really mean it.’

And then, with slow, deep thrusts which built and built to a stunning crescendo—

The door in front of Lucy opened suddenly, and she jumped up at the same time as Parnsassus’ assistant, a guilty flush staining her cheeks, breathing as if she’d just been running. A pulse throbbed between her legs and she was caught by a pair of glittering green eyes.

She saw Ari smile sardonically, as if he knew exactly what she’d just been thinking about, and Lucy flushed even redder. He strolled over and took the file she was holding out of her hands, his fingers caressing hers underneath for a lingering moment, making her pulse beat even faster.

Lucy nearly groaned out loud, and then he said sotto voce, ‘Have Helios bring the car round. We’ll be out of here in less than ten minutes…I’ll tell Parnassus we can work from my office for the rest of the afternoon.’

Lucy just nodded, not capable of much else, and certainly not capable of anything like work. She felt feverish, distracted, more elated than she’d ever felt, and knew that right now she had neither the strength of will nor the inclination to resist this man.

‘We’ve been invited to my father’s house for dinner on Friday night.’

‘You mean you’ve been invited for dinner.’ Lucy shuddered inwardly, she didn’t fool herself for a second in thinking that Helen Levakis had included her in that cosy little invitation.

Ari shook his head and marvelled at this woman in front of him. They were having a private dinner in her bedroom at the hotel, late in the evening. She looked so beautiful in just a bathrobe, with her dark hair spread around her shoulders, not a scrap of make-up, that delicious cleavage just visible in the gap of her robe. When he thought of how they’d barely made it back to the office the afternoon before—He stopped his rampant mind. He was far too susceptible to this woman. And, worryingly, he didn’t feel at all complacent or triumphant about the fact that he’d got her into bed. If anything he just felt a growing sense of hunger. The fact that that was not the usual way for him and women was conveniently pushed aside. He reminded himself that Lucy was different, from a different class—world. It was the novelty of that, that was all. And for now he was loving the novelty.

Reaching for her hand, he tugged her up and over until she fell into his lap, making a spasm of lust arrow straight to his groin.

He shook his head, and before he bent to kiss her said, ‘Where I go, you go.’

Lucy accepted the kiss, drowned in the kiss, but a sense of guilty anticipation made her shiver slightly. No matter that they were spending time together like this. Ari was still as open as a closed book when it came to anything but the most general conversation. And now the thought of getting a chance to learn more about this man, who was fast tangling her head into one big knot of confusion and reducing her body to little more than a slave to his, was proving to be far headier than was healthy for her heart.

When the kiss deepened, and as Ari carried Lucy over to the bed and came down on top of her with his delicious weight and told her how beautiful she was, how desirable, she conveniently blocked out the clamour of voices in her head telling her to be careful, not to be weak, and not to be so easily seduced—and above all not to fall in love.

On Friday evening Lucy was sitting ramrod-straight on a rigid divan in the main drawing room of the grossly opulent Levakis house. Tonight had to be one of the most excruciatingly uncomfortable evenings of her life. From the moment she’d arrived, with Ari’s hand on her arm, it had been clear she wasn’t welcome.

Lucy had held her head high and thanked her lucky stars for her chaotic but expensive education; every time Helen had directed some snide comment her way, or had tried to undermine her, Lucy had answered with the utmost dignity. Helen had even been so rude as to conduct some of the conversation between the few guests in French, but her eyes had almost popped out of her head when Lucy had replied fluently.

Lucy felt inordinately proud of her mother’s legacy.

Ari was now on the other side of the room, talking to the same beautiful blonde who’d captured his attention at that function the first week. Lucy tried to ignore the poisoned darts that seemed to be arrowing into her heart, and tensed even more when she saw Anatolios, Ari’s half-brother, head her way.

He sat down, far too close for comfort, obviously drunk, and Lucy tried to edge away, smiling weakly. He merely moved with her, crowding her. She felt intensely vulnerable.

Anatolios’s blue eyes followed where her gaze had just been and he said, ‘Beautiful, isn’t she?’