Irresistible Greeks: Unsuitable and Unforgettable. Jane Porter

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СКАЧАТЬ “I’m going to bed.”

      He nodded, watching as she walked past him.

      I would be a mother.

      There was something so sad, so defeated in the admission. It made his chest tighten, and he couldn’t pinpoint why. He’d never had someone else’s feelings inhabit his body in this way. But he was certain that’s what was happening. That the oppressive weight that had just invaded him was the same sadness that filled her.

      Maybe Jessica wasn’t as happily divorced as she appeared to be. And maybe she wasn’t quite as hard as she appeared to be, either.

      She was running interference for Stavros and his harem today, and she wasn’t all that thrilled about it. It was getting harder to chuck other women in his direction when she just wanted to throw herself at him.

      Not happening, but still. She was so envious of her clients that she was developing a twitch.

      And for heaven’s sake, she never should have said all that about being a mother. Should never have asked him what he wanted. Should never have tried to get to know him. Because it didn’t matter. It just didn’t. There was no point in suspending reality, even for a moment.

      There was no escaping reality. You couldn’t outrun it. You could try but eventually it would bite you in the ass. She knew that. She knew it really, really well. She’d tried to ignore how often she and her husband went to their separate corners of the house. She’d tried to ignore his touch at night, and when she couldn’t, she tried to ignore his total disregard for her pain. She’d even tried to ignore his outright berating of her. The screaming and anger and hateful words.

      No, there was no point in ignoring that kind of thing. The facts were simple. Stavros needed certain things, she didn’t have any of them.

      Why was she even thinking about that crap? She didn’t have time for it. She had a gaggle of women to manage for the whole day.

      She blew out a breath and slipped her oversize sunglasses onto her face, tightening her hold on her latte. She had gotten them all booked into a luxury salon in Piraeus, and they were all safely getting massaged and waxed as she stood out on the crowded, narrow streets drinking her coffee.

      Stavros was coming soon. He was meeting the group of them for a quick lunch and tour around the city, and then he would be selecting the woman who would accompany him on a private date for the evening.

      And it would be up to Jessica to send the other two off without making them feel like it really was some low-rent reality television show.

      Jessica wasn’t used to feeling like things were out of her control. Not since that moment four years ago when she’d taken back the reins of her life. She liked to feel like she had everything managed. Like her little universe was in the palm of her hand.

      It was an illusion, and she knew it, but she still liked it.

      Since Stavros, she didn’t even have her illusion.

      What was it about him that reminded her … that reminded her she was a woman? Not just on the surface, but really and truly. With a woman’s desires, no matter how hard life had tried to wring them out of her.

      Oh, dear … right on time. The master of her rekindled sexual needs was striding toward her. Cream-colored jacket and trousers, shirt open at the collar. She did love a man who knew how to dress. A Mediterranean sex god with very expensive taste.

      He also had two dark-suited members of security flanking him and discreetly parting the crowd so that His Majesty wouldn’t be jostled.

      Not that Stavros ever behaved that way. He didn’t act like a spoiled prince who would be able to feel a pea through fifty mattresses, not even close. He acted like a man who carried the weight of a nation on his shoulders.

      More than that, he acted like a man who intended to support the weight of that nation for the rest of his life. A man prepared to tailor his every decision to suit that responsibility.

      “Hello, Jessica,” he said, a smile curving his lips.

      “Prince Stavros,” she said, reverting because last night had gotten a bit too intimate and she had no desire to go there again. Well, that was a lie. She did want to go there again. But she couldn’t.

      “Demoted, I see.”

      “What?”

      “Back to a title.”

      “Oh …” Why did he have to notice all these little things about her? Why did he have to care at all? “Sorry.”

      “How are things going?”

      “Good. Great. Looking forward to you thinning the herd tonight.”

      “You make it sound like there are a lot more than three.”

      She sighed. “They feel like more than three. In my experience, the women haven’t been so catty. But then, I normally don’t do this with them in such close proximity to each other. I’ve also never tried to match a crown prince.”

      He looked past her, into the spa. “Let’s leave them in there.”

      “What?” She looked behind her.

      “If we hurry, they won’t know I was here.”

      She laughed. “You’re not serious.”

      He frowned. “No. I’m not. Things are getting … I need to make a decision.”

      “Because of Eva?” she asked, remembering his mood at his sister’s wedding.

      “Everyone in Kyonos was happy for Eva. They love to see their princess in love. But I have to be sure that I make them feel like there’s stability.”

      “You’ve been the rock for Kyonos for a long time,” she said, not quite sure why she felt compelled to offer him … not comfort … support, maybe.

      “And I will continue to do it. With a wife by my side.”

      “A most suitable wife.”

      “Yes.” He looked back in the spa. “Will they be done soon?”

      “Soon.

      “It’s not too late to go another route,” she said, not sure why she was offering her client an out from a program she publicly professed, and privately believed, to be the best way to find a mate.

      He shrugged. “Why would I?”

      “You could still fall in love.” She wrapped both hands around her paper cup and hugged it close to her body.

      “No. I can’t.”

      “I’m sure you could. What if you met the perfect woman and she was wholly suitable?”

      He shook his head. “It isn’t that I don’t think it’s possible. It’s that I won’t. Love weakens a leader. You know of Achilles and his heel, I assume?”

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