Greek Affairs: In the Boss's Arms: Ruthless Greek Boss, Secretary Mistress / Kept by Her Greek Boss / Greek Boss, Dream Proposal. Kathryn Ross

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      She closed her eyes in a childish gesture to block him out, but quickly realised what a mistake that was when he continued, ‘I’d lay you down and remove those glasses and let your hair out of its tight confinement …’

      At that moment Lucy’s head throbbed unmercifully, as if in league with him.

      ‘Then I’d start to undo your buttons, one by one, but I probably wouldn’t be able to resist kissing you again, coaxing you to bite down on me too, so you could feel how I might taste.’

      The sensation of what it might be like to bite into the sensual curve of his lower lip was shockingly vivid. Lucy was starting to quiver badly now. Her eyes still closed tight, she felt hot and flushed all over, and between her legs … Her mind seized.

      ‘Stop …’ she said threadily. ‘Please …’

      ‘But you see you wouldn’t want me to stop, as your shirt fell apart, baring those gorgeous breasts to my gaze … Is the lace of your bra chafing you now, Lucy? Are your nipples tight and tingling? Aching for my touch? Aching for my mouth? I would take those peaks and suck them into my mouth, hard, until they’re aroused to the point of pain. And then I’d cover your body with mine, so that you could feel how turned-on I am. Even right now I’d lift up your leg and let my hand slide over the silk of your stocking, all the way to the soft pale flesh of your thigh. You’d be moaning softly, willing my hand even higher, to that secret place between your legs where you’re aching for me to find the silk of your pants drenched with desire. You’d beg for me to slide them aside so that I could feel for myself—’

      ‘Stop!’ Lucy’s eyes flew open and in an instant she was jerking away—only realising at the last second that he wasn’t even holding her. He held up his hands to prove the point. Her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps, her breasts felt heavy, their tips tight and tingling, exactly as he’d described, and between her legs seemed to burn a molten pool of something dangerous and unwelcome … It was that that had finally woken her out of this awful, delicious dream.

      But it wasn’t delicious—it wasn’t, she told herself desperately as she looked anywhere but at Aristotle. She felt disorientated, dizzy, as if she could almost believe she had been on that couch. Her upper lip felt moist. Her hands clenched and she realised that she no longer held the envelope. In that instant she saw that it was in one of his hands and he was ripping it in two.

      She put out a hand. ‘Wait! What are you doing?’

      Lucy also realised, along with everything else in that moment, that contrary to her own state of near collapse Aristotle looked cool, calm and collected—a million miles away from the man who had been just whispering in her ear how aroused he was. She was a quivering wreck and he hadn’t even touched her.

      His cool voice cut through her like a knife as she watched him turn on his heel and walk back around his desk. ‘I’m putting this letter of resignation where it belongs—in the bin.’ And he promptly did just that.

      Lucy was a mess, still reeling from the way his voice and words had affected her, and how utterly unaffected he clearly was. He was sitting behind his desk now, for all the world as if nothing had just happened, and as if he was waiting for her to sit and take notes.

      ‘Mr Levakis—’

      His voice was curt. ‘We’ve been through this before. I told you to call me Aristotle. I don’t want to tell you again.’

      Lucy all but exploded. ‘I am resigning. There is nothing you can do or say to stop me. I will not stay and be subjected to the kind of treatment you just … just subjected me to.’

      Aristotle was looking down, flicking through papers, and he said easily, ‘Lucy, I didn’t even have to touch you to turn you on, so when the time comes and I do touch you for real can you imagine how good it’s going to be? Why would you deny yourself that?’

      For a million and one good reasons! Lucy saw red spots dance before her eyes. His words had impacted upon her so deep, and in a place so visceral, she nearly screamed with frustration. But she swallowed it down and said, as coolly and calmly as she could, ‘It’s clear that your arrogance is clouding your ability to assimilate this information. Perhaps it’ll become more clear once I’ve gone. I can send you another copy of my resignation. Good day, Mr Levakis.’

      She turned on her heel and was almost at the door when she heard him, deadly soft. ‘If you walk through that door, Lucy Proctor, you’ll be hearing from my lawyers within the hour.’

      Lucy stopped in her tracks, her hand still in the act of reaching for the doorknob. She turned around slowly and saw that hard green gaze spearing her on the spot. Her stomach felt as if she was in freefall off a huge cliff.

      ‘What are you talking about?’ But dread was already trickling through her as her professional brain went into overdrive and she had a sickening memory of signing that other contract along with the one for her job. She really hadn’t thought this through with her usual clear rationality at all.

      ‘Well, for a start, you’re obliged to give me at least four weeks’ notice, as per your standard work contract, and if you leave before the merger is completed you’ll be sued. It’s quite simple.’

      And utterly devastating … Lucy realised with mounting horror.

      He sat back in his chair. ‘We leave for Athens in a week. You know far too much, and have been privy to all the top secret discussions. Quite apart from that, if you left now you’d be leaving me without an assistant for the most important joining between two Greek companies in years. That is something I will not allow to happen. If it means I have to threaten you with legal action to get you to stay then so be it. I won’t hesitate to use the full force of my power.’

      He sat forward then, and he had never looked so intimidating. ‘Lucy, I don’t think I need to tell you that your career would be comprehensively ruined if you insist on leaving. You could be crippled financially for years.’

      Lucy wasn’t sure how she remained standing. She’d known all this—she’d known. She’d been smart enough to read the fine print of both contracts, and at the time it had given her a sense of security to know that Levakis wouldn’t be able to turn around and get rid of her at a moment’s notice. It was what had given her the confidence to put her mum in that home—the confidence to go to the bank and take out a loan which would assure her mother’s place in that home for at least a year. Lucy had known that as long as she could keep up the payments everything would be secure for the short term, and hopefully for the long-term future.

      But now … if she walked out of here and incurred Aristotle Levakis’ wrath she’d be kissing all that goodbye. She could well imagine the loan from the bank being called in. Losing her job would quickly mean that she’d have no source of income with which to pay for her mum’s accommodation. She’d be back to square one, becoming the primary carer, and without a job that would be impossible.

      She said now, in a small voice, ‘You would do that …’ It wasn’t a question.

      ‘Without a doubt,’ he answered grimly. ‘This merger and this company are too important to me. They are everything.’

      So what am, I then? Lucy wondered a little wildly. Just a convenient plaything because you happen to be bored with all the usual sycophants?

      He stood again then, but СКАЧАТЬ