Greek Bachelors: Buying His Bride. Julia James

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      His contempt for her stung, and she rose to her feet. ‘I think I’ll go and shower and change.’

      ‘Sit down.’ His voice was so soft that it barely reached her ears, but there was no missing the authority in his tone and she sat in automatic response.

      Only afterwards did she wonder why she’d responded without question.

      ‘Do you expect everyone to obey you?’

      ‘No. In fact I enjoy being challenged. There is no point in winning if there is no one else in the race.’

      It was the sort of remark she’d come to expect of him. He was so confident about everything. So sure of himself. There was no doubt in her mind that this man had never felt out of place in his life. ‘If you’re bored, then please feel free to go and find something more interesting to do,’ she muttered. ‘Don’t feel you have to entertain me. I’ll be perfectly fine on my own.’

      In fact she wished he would leave her on her own, because then she could talk some sense into herself. She found him incredibly, impossibly distracting and it was ridiculous to feel this way when he clearly considered the chemistry between them to be nothing short of an inconvenience.

      Looking at his dark, luxuriant lashes and his wide, sensuous mouth, she felt the strength ooze from her body. She just wanted him to kiss her.

      Those dark eyes locked on hers and the strength of the connection between them was so powerful that it shook her. ‘My father likes you.’

      ‘And I like him.’ Her mouth was dry and her heart was thumping. ‘He’s an extremely nice man.’

      They were talking about his father, but she knew, she just knew, that he was as distracted as she was. The chemistry between them was a living thing, a wild and dangerous force, curling itself around them like a million invisible threads.

      Did he want to kiss her, too?

      Was he thinking what she was thinking?

      As if in answer to her question, Angelos dropped his gaze to her mouth and his eyes darkened. ‘“Nice” is a non-descriptive word that should almost always be substituted with something more specific. What are you trying to say? That’s he’s rich? Quite handsome for his age?’

      They were talking, and yet an entirely different conversation was going on between them—one that didn’t involve words. The air vibrated with the force of it, and Chantal’s nerves were strained tight. She didn’t understand what was happening. It wasn’t as if they were flirting. In fact, the words they were exchanging were barely civil.

      ‘I’m trying to say that he’s kind and approachable.’ The heat around them rose to stifling proportions and her heart thumped uncomfortably. The atmosphere made her feel so jumpy that she was about to stand up in an attempt to disturb the tension when Maria walked onto the terrace and quietly informed Angelos that he was needed on the phone.

      Her words shattered the explosive atmosphere and achieved what neither of them had managed to achieve by themselves.

      With a sharply indrawn breath, Angelos rose to his feet. ‘It will be the Athens office.’ He looked at Chantal, but his glance was brief, as if he didn’t trust himself to look for longer. ‘This is going to take a while. Maria will show you to your room.’

       CHAPTER FIVE

      CHANTAL watched as he walked away from her, hating herself for feeling regret at his departure. What was it about him that was so irresistibly attractive? He was breathtakingly handsome, of course, but it couldn’t be just that, could it? Perhaps it was his strength—that aura of power that clung to him—or perhaps it was something else entirely.

      It didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that she was helplessly, hopelessly attracted to him and it didn’t make any difference that their relationship had been doomed from the start.

      Their mutual desire was awkward, she admitted silently, finally turning her head and studying the still, glass-like surface of the pool. Confusing. He didn’t want to feel it because Isabelle clearly wasn’t the sort of woman who drew his admiration. She didn’t want to feel it because he wasn’t the sort of man she could ever get involved with.

      Suddenly aware that Maria was waiting patiently to escort her into the villa, Chantal rose quickly and followed her down a different path and into a fabulous bedroom suite that opened directly onto the pool terrace. It was light and airy, decorated entirely in white, and brightened by touches of deep blue. Colourful oil paintings adorned the walls and a large rug softened the floor. It was tasteful and understated, and as she glanced through an open door into a spacious, marble bathroom Chantal tried not to look over-awed.

      If this was a guest bedroom, she couldn’t begin to imagine what the master suite was like—and if Angelos Zouvelekis thought this was living ‘simply’ then she could only feel relieved that she wouldn’t be exposed to any of the other aspects of his life.

      But she already knew that their lives were as different as it was possible to be. He had wealth and he had family. She had neither. And as for possessions—

      She turned and glanced at her one small case, which now stood in the middle of the room. It was a forlorn reminder of the fundamental differences in their lives.

      What was she doing here?

      Maria was watching her, her expression sympathetic, as if she sensed Chantal’s growing misery.

      ‘I will help you unpack,’ she volunteered, but Chantal shook her head vigorously, her face burning with embarrassment at the thought of this woman seeing her lack of belongings.

      She waited for Maria to leave, then opened the case herself and stared at the few outfits she’d brought with her.

      Two dresses, a skirt, a pair of shorts, a few cheap tops and a swimming costume.

      That was it. Nothing glamorous. Nothing that suited a few hedonistic weeks with a billionaire.

      She didn’t belong here.

      What arrogance had made her think her presence would have any effect on his father’s recovery? It was inevitable that Costas Zouvelekis would discover that their relationship wasn’t real and once he discovered the truth everything would be worse.

      She should never have come.

      And she should never have used that ticket to the ball.

      Pretending was one thing; actually trying to live a life that wasn’t hers was dangerous and delusional.

      But what could she do? For the time being, at least, she was trapped here and she had to make the best of it.

      She fingered one of the dresses, wondering whether she could adapt it in some way. Or perhaps she didn’t need to. Angelos had said that there was no dressing up on the island, so hopefully what she’d brought with her would be fine. She just had a sinking feeling that her idea of simple and his weren’t going to coincide.

      Hot and uncomfortable after her journey, she was just contemplating a shower when a faint breeze blew through the window. Walking across to СКАЧАТЬ