Defying Drakon. Carole Mortimer

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СКАЧАТЬ having already managed to force herself into my presence today, is more than capable of taking herself down in the lift,’ he drawled dismissively, feeling an inner satisfaction as he saw the guilty flush that instantly warmed Gemini’s cheeks.

      Markos gave an amused smile. ‘I’m sure she is too. But wouldn’t it be better if one of us were to ensure she has actually left the building?’

      The blush deepened in Gemini’s cheeks. ‘I resent the implication that I’m some sort of criminal who needs escorting from the premises!’ she defended irritably.

      ‘Forgive me if I inadvertently gave that impression,’ Markos apologised.

      She nodded. ‘I only behaved in the way that I did earlier because I needed to speak to your cousin on a—a personal matter, and it seemed to be the only way to achieve that.’

      Drakon now sensed Markos’s speculative green gaze on him, aware that after their earlier conversation his cousin no doubt now believed that ‘personal matter’ was something totally other than what it actually was. ‘Escort the lady downstairs by all means, Markos,’ he said as he strolled across the room to join them. ‘Until later this evening, Gemini,’ he added huskily, before turning to descend the spiral staircase without so much as a backward glance.

      ‘Do I have a smudge of dirt on my nose or something?’ Gemini shot a puzzled frown at the man standing beside her in the lift as she sensed his silent appraisal.

      ‘Not at all.’ Markos shook his head. ‘It’s just—Drakon has never mentioned knowing you before today.’

      Her brows rose. ‘That’s probably because he didn’t know me before today!’

      ‘No?’

      ‘Mr Lyonedes—’

      ‘Markos,’ he reminded her smoothly.

      Oh, he was a charmer, this one, Gemini acknowledged ruefully—but she had no doubt that there was a will of steel every bit as forceful as his cousin’s beneath that outer charm. ‘Why don’t you just say what you have to say, Markos?’ she invited.

      He shrugged broad shoulders. ‘I am merely curious as to your reason for coming here today.’

      Gemini smiled. ‘There’s really nothing for you to be curious about.’

      ‘No?’

      ‘No,’ she stated firmly.

      ‘But I am correct in assuming you are Miles Bartholomew’s daughter?’

      Gemini tensed warily. ‘Yes…’

      Markos pursed his lips. ‘As I thought.’

      And he was no doubt thinking a lot of other things if he was aware of his cousin’s very personal relationship with Gemini’s stepmother!

      If Angela were to learn that she was having dinner with Drakon this evening, it would no doubt result in her stepmother throwing one of her temper tantrums. But that was Drakon’s problem, not Gemini’s; there really was nothing more Angela could do to her that she hadn’t already done!

      ‘Well, it’s been nice meeting you, Markos.’ Gemini’s smile was now brightly non-committal, and she stepped out of the lift as soon as the doors opened onto the ground floor. ‘I’ll be sure and leave my address with the receptionist on my way out.’

      Thankfully Markos took that for the dismissal it was meant to be and remained standing inside the private lift. ‘I hope you enjoy your dinner with Drakon this evening.’ He nodded his farewell, amusement still dancing in those deep green eyes as the lift doors slowly closed.

      Whether that amusement was directed at Gemini or his cousin, she wasn’t sure…

      CHAPTER THREE

      ‘I HAD assumed when you suggested we have dinner together this evening that I would be meeting you at a restaurant.’

      Drakon’s expression remained unreadable as he stood outside the darkened Lyonedes Tower building and watched Gemini climb out of the back of the silver limousine. The black knee-length dress she wore left her arms and shoulders bare, with a tantalising glimpse of the fullness of her breasts above the scooped neckline, and was a perfect foil for that white-gold hair which fell straight and gleaming about her slender shoulders as she straightened. Blusher added colour to her cheeks this evening, and a pale peach glossed the fullness of her lips. She looked breathtakingly beautiful!

      He nodded a curt dismissal of the driver, waiting until the other man had climbed back behind the wheel and driven away before turning back to Gemini. ‘You have some objection to us dining here at the apartment?’

      Gemini didn’t have an objection per se. It just didn’t seem exactly…businesslike for her to dine with Drakon Lyonedes in the intimacy of that amazing apartment with its magnificent—romantic?—views over London. Even if he was once again dressed formally in one of those expensively tailored dark suits—charcoal-grey this time—with another white silk shirt, and a pale blue silk tie meticulously knotted at his throat. That square chin was freshly shaven, and the darkness of his hair appeared slightly damp. As if he had just stood naked beneath the shower—

      Imagining Drakon naked in the shower was so not a good idea when she was already completely aware of him!

      He raised dark brows at her lack of reply. ‘This is a business discussion, after all, is it not?’

      Well, when he put it like that…‘Of course,’ Gemini affirmed gratefully, falling into step beside him as they entered the eerily silent and only semi-illuminated building.

      They walked over to the lift, the slender three-inch heels on her strappy sandals sounding over-loud in that unnatural silence. She felt their complete aloneness even more once they had stepped inside the private lift to be whisked silently up to the top floor of the building.

      ‘It really is very good of you to agree to talk to me again so soon.’ Gemini rushed into awkward speech in an effort to quell her increasing nervousness as she gripped her slender black evening bag tightly in front of her.

      Not that she was normally the nervous type. Far from it. She was usually pretty outgoing. But there was just something so broodingly intense about the man standing beside her…

      Drakon gave a tight and humourless smile. ‘After your less than orthodox behaviour earlier today, you mean?’

      A delicate blush warmed her cheeks. ‘Yes.’

      He nodded. ‘There are certain aspects of our conversation earlier that are…incomplete.’

      She blinked up at him. ‘There are?’

      ‘Oh, yes,’ he said grimly.

      Gemini brightened. ‘Of course—I hadn’t finished telling you about my proposal!’

      ‘That too,’ he acknowledged.

      Too? What other part of their conversation earlier today had been left ‘incomplete’?

      Gemini had no more time to dwell on that question СКАЧАТЬ