Bought: The Greek's Innocent Virgin. Sarah Morgan

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СКАЧАТЬ ‘Everyone is staring at me—’

      ‘So smile,’ the man instructed calmly. ‘Lift your chin and smile. You have as much right to be here as the rest of them.’ Without giving her the chance to argue, he led her to two vacant chairs. ‘Sit for a moment and keep a lonely old man company. I hate these things. I always feel out of place.’

      ‘That can’t possibly be true. You look as confident as anyone here.’

      ‘But appearances can be deceptive, can’t they?’ His gentle comment made it clear that he was aware of how uncomfortable and insecure she felt.

      His unusual insight probably should have worried her, but it didn’t. All she felt was the most profound gratitude. Not only had he rescued her from a potentially embarrassing situation, he was now pretending that her fears and insecurities were nothing out of the ordinary.

      ‘Why are you being so kind to me?’

      ‘I’m not being kind. I hate these events. You can’t blame me for enjoying myself with the best-looking woman in the room.’

      She wished her hands would stop shaking. ‘If you hate them, why did you come?’

      ‘To please my son. He is worried that I haven’t been getting out enough lately.’

      ‘In that case he won’t want to see you wasting your time with me.’ And she should be leaving. Before Marianna remembered who she was.

      ‘That dance—’ The man glanced towards her, the corners of his eyes crinkling. ‘It was like watching one person. The rhythm was perfect, the chemistry between the two of you—Only lovers can dance the Argentine tango like that.’

      Lovers?

      Chantal opened her mouth to tell him that they hadn’t even exchanged names, but then decided that it would be embarrassing to admit that she’d danced like that with a total stranger.

      What had Marianne called him? Angelos?

      So she’d been right about one thing; he definitely wasn’t English.

      What would it be like, she mused dreamily, to be loved by a man like that?

      ‘And even now you can’t stop thinking about him, can you?’ The man sounded pleased. ‘You share something deep. He cares. I can see with my own eyes. The way he looked at you. The way you looked at him. The way you moved together, as if there was no one else in the room. The body says more than words. I can see from watching you that your relationship is serious.’

      His observation shocked her out of her dreams. ‘Oh. Well, no, it isn’t exactly—’

      ‘You don’t have to be secretive with me. I may be old enough to be your father, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be in love. I want to know how you felt the first time you saw him. Tell me!’

      Chantal hesitated and then smiled, drawn by the kindness in his eyes. It was strange, she mused. She didn’t make friends easily, and yet after only five minutes in his company she would have died for this man. ‘I thought he was amazing,’ she said honestly. ‘He was charming, clever and surprisingly easy to talk to.’

      ‘And sexy?’

      ‘Oh, yes. Incredible.’ She lowered her voice, afraid that the people around them might overhear. ‘I’ve never been so attracted to anyone in my life before.’

      The man nodded with satisfaction. ‘I knew it. And you’re crazy about him, aren’t you?’

      ‘Well—’ Chantal gave a helpless shrug. ‘Yes. But we haven’t exactly known each other for—’

      ‘It’s either right or it’s wrong! All these long engagements—all nonsense. If a man and woman are right together, they’re right straight away—not in six months or six years.’

      Slightly disturbed by that comment, Chantal thought for a moment. Right together? Hardly. If he was as rich as she suspected, then she couldn’t think of two people less suited.

      She would never be comfortable in his world. And he wouldn’t want her in his.

      If he knew who she was then he’d join the crowd at the edge of the playground.

      Dismissing that thought, she glanced at the man next to her. He really did remind her of someone. ‘So, if you’re such an expert on body language, why do you think he looked so angry?’ She wondered why she was asking the advice of a total stranger. But he didn’t feel like a stranger, and talking to him seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

      ‘That’s easy enough to answer. A man never likes to admit that he’s well and truly fallen for a woman. I was the same when I met my wife. I struggled for weeks. Loving a woman makes a man vulnerable, and a strong man doesn’t like to be vulnerable. I resisted her.’

      ‘So what did your wife do to win you over?’

      ‘She did what women always do when they want something. Talk, talk, talk until a man’s resistance is ground into the dust.’

      Chantal laughed. ‘Are you still together?’

      ‘We had forty years.’ The man’s smile faded. ‘She died fifteen years ago and I’ve never met anyone else to touch her. But I haven’t given up trying. And I can still remember how it feels to move around a dance floor.’

      Moved by the emotion in his voice, Chantal stood up impulsively and held out her hands. ‘Show me.’ She angled her head and listened to the music. ‘It’s a waltz. Do you waltz?’

      He laughed with delight. ‘You want me to waltz with you?’

      ‘Why is that funny?’

      ‘I’m seventy three.’

      ‘There’s no man in the room I’d rather dance with.’

      ‘Then you are a brave woman, because Angelos is an extremely possessive man. He would not be amused if I took you onto the dance floor. But I can see now why you’ve succeeded where so many have failed. I’m sure it’s that wonderful spirit of yours that has made you different from all the others.’

      ‘All the others?’ Chantal frowned. ‘All what others?’

      ‘All the other women who have aspired to be where you are tonight. By his side. In his heart.’ The man’s eyes misted and Chantal felt her stomach lurch.

      ‘You know him well?’ Who exactly was this man? Desperately she tried to rerun the conversation. Exactly what had she said? ‘You didn’t mention that you knew him well.’

      ‘If I’d done that you might not have talked so freely, and that would have been a pity. It was a most illuminating conversation.’ The older man was still smiling, and at that moment Chantal saw her dance partner approach, the expression on his handsome face dark and forbidding.

      He stopped in front of them, broad shouldered and powerful, an ominous frown touching his dark brows as he saw their clasped hands.

      Chantal instantly withdrew her hands, her heart starting СКАЧАТЬ