Seduced At Sea. Andrea Laurence

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      He heard a door behind him slide open and presumed it was a steward come to see if he wanted something to drink. Then he heard the soft sound of flip-flops crossing the deck and knew it wasn’t a staff member. He watched Lexi Somers stroll to the railing and gaze out over the harbour and back towards Athens.

      There wasn’t anything overtly sexual about her in hot pink leggings and a jade-green oversized shirt but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She had been getting under his skin since the moment he had met her. But he couldn’t for the life of him understand the attraction. She didn’t appear to be like any other woman he’d met before. She was beautiful but didn’t flaunt it, she seemed intelligent and switched on and yet she played children’s games with ease and enthusiasm. And she spoke her mind—a quality he had never admired in a woman before.

      In some ways she reminded him of the way his mother had been with Sasha—gentle and loving. Although Leo knew that his mother must have cared for him too, he knew that she had never approved of him. Where Sasha had been gentle, he had been rough. Where Sasha had been passive, he had been aggressive. He remembered that too often she had told him he was just like his father and she hadn’t meant it as a compliment.

      He returned his attention to Lexi Somers, who looked almost lost as she gazed out over the water, and he wondered if she was thinking about Paris. About her Parisian lover. Missing him, even.

      ‘Unless your intention is to be on the cover of the morning paper tomorrow, I suggest you stand back from the railing.’

      ‘Oh.’ She jumped at the sound of his voice and squinted to where he sat in the semi-darkness, the deck lit only by a few well-spaced down-lights.

      ‘I didn’t see you sitting back there in the dark.’

      Leo crossed one foot over his opposite knee, his hands clasped behind his head as he slouched a little further into his deckchair. ‘So it seems.’

      ‘I was trying to see if I could see the Parthenon at night. I hear it’s beautiful.’

      ‘All you’ll see is camera flashes going off if you’re not careful. Or is that what you want?’

      ‘Oh, yes, that would be great,’ she scoffed. ‘As you can see, I’ve dressed for the occasion.’

      Leo reluctantly ran his eyes over her. She looked more than fine to him. ‘They won’t know who you are anyway. And since I wasn’t standing beside you they’re unlikely to dig. Most likely they’ll assume you’re staff. Except if you wander around in that red bikini you had on today. I don’t usually let my staff dress like that when they’re working.’

      ‘Lucky I’m not staff.’

      ‘Your choice,’ he said, reminding her of her wish not to be paid for the weekend. Which still irked him. If he was paying her the lines of their relationship would be clearer and he wouldn’t always be thinking of crossing them.

      She narrowed her eyes as she walked towards him. ‘I didn’t see you by the pool earlier today.’

      ‘I was on the bridge.’

      ‘Spying?’

      ‘Going over the itinerary with my captain,’ he advised curtly.

      ‘I was teasing,’ she informed him and Leo felt his teeth gnash together at her amused expression.

      She wandered over and stood beside his table. ‘Ty loves the water. In summer we get out buckets and let the kids play with water in the sandpit and he’s first in line. He also loves to run. I don’t know if you noticed but when he gets going he’s—’

      ‘What’s that you’re holding?’

      She glanced at the white plastic object in her hand. ‘A monitor.’

      Leo frowned, immediately suspicious. ‘For what?’

      ‘Ty. It was one of the things I requested on the list I put together this morning.’

      ‘What’s it for?’

      ‘If he wakes up and cries out I’ll hear him. It’s a bit like a walkie-talkie but it only transmits signals one way.’

      ‘You can’t be available to him day and night,’ he said somewhat churlishly.

      ‘Somebody has to be.’

      Leo ignored the shaft of guilt that speared his gut and made a mental note to ask his housekeeper to organise someone to assist her during Ty’s sleep time.

      Just then a steward came out and asked if they would like drinks and Lexi surprised him by ordering a chamomile tea.

      ‘It’s very calming. You should try some.’

      ‘Are you suggesting I’m not calm?’

      She tilted her head and her long hair spilled over one shoulder. ‘I don’t think I’ll answer that lest we start an argument.’

      ‘You’re here. That’s almost guaranteed to start one.’

      She smiled. ‘Now you’re teasing.’ Her eyes sparkled as she tried not to laugh at him again.

      He wasn’t, but he decided to let it ride. Sitting out on his deck on a moonlit night with a beautiful woman he did not want to be attracted to was not conducive to bringing out his sense of humour.

      ‘I tried to find you earlier tonight.’

      ‘Why?’

      She gripped the back of the deckchair in front of her. ‘I wanted to ask you if you would like to read Ty a bedtime story.’

      ‘I was in a meeting,’ he said, his voice sharper than he intended.

      She tilted her head as she considered his answer. ‘Would you have done it if you hadn’t been in a meeting?’

      He was shocked when she called his bluff.

      ‘No.’

      He could see that his curt reply had surprised her and he was glad. Don’t ask questions, moya milaya, that you don’t want answers to.

      ‘Why not?’ she asked softly.

      Did the woman never give up? Did she somehow expect him to open up and spill his guts all because she had asked an insightful question in a nice voice?

      Leo leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, annoyed with himself and her. ‘You really want to know?’

      She stepped forward, drawn in. ‘If you want to tell me.’

      ‘Take a seat.’ He indicated the deckchair next to his, his voice low.

      She looked from him to the chair СКАЧАТЬ