When Christakos Meets His Match. Эбби Грин

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      He quirked a brow. ‘What am I?’

      Her cheeks went an even brighter red and Alexio had to curb the desire to reach out and touch them to see if they felt as hot as they looked.

      She huffed now, impatiently. ‘Well, you’re obviously you, and you have things to do, people to talk to. You need space.’

      Something cold settled into Alexio’s belly and his eyes narrowed. Of course. She’d heard that exchange with the pilot and would have deduced who he was. Still...in his experience once people knew who he was they didn’t try to get away—the opposite, in fact.

      ‘I have all the space I need. You don’t need to go anywhere. I’ll feel insulted if you move.’

      * * *

      Sidonie had to force herself to calm down. What on earth was wrong with her? So what if he was Alexio Christakos, one of the most powerful entrepreneurs of his time? So what if he was more gorgeous than any man she’d ever seen? Since when had she become a walking hormone, anyway? The flight was only an hour. She could handle anything for an hour. Even sitting beside Alexio Christakos.

      She forced herself to relax her grip on her bag and said, in as calm a voice as she could muster, ‘Fine. I just thought that in light of...who you are...you might appreciate some more space. I mean physically. You’re not exactly...’ Sidonie stopped and bit her lip, slid her gaze from his uncomfortably.

      In an effort to distract him she started to take stuff out of her bag again: a book, papers...

      ‘I’m not exactly what?’

      Sidonie could hear the barely suppressed smile in his voice and it made her prickle at being such an object of humour for him.

      ‘You know very well what I mean...’ She waved a hand in his general direction. ‘You’re not exactly designed to fit into economy class, are you?’

      She could have sworn she heard a muffled snort but refused to look, thrusting her bag back down under the seat in front. She hated to acknowledge the zinging sensation in her blood, as if she’d been plugged into a mild electric current.

      She sat back and crossed her arms, and looked at him to find him regarding her with a small smile playing around his mouth. Lord. Almost accusingly she asked, ‘Why are you here anyway? Apparently you could be on a private jet rather than waiting here like the rest of us.’

      That green gaze was steady, unsettling.

      ‘It’s a spot-check. I like to do them from time to time, to make sure things are running smoothly.’

      Sidonie breathed out as something clicked in her brain. ‘Of course. I read about that.’

      He frowned and she clarified reluctantly, feeling hot and self-conscious. ‘You were a case study in my business module at college.’

      That information didn’t appear to be news to him. ‘What else did you study at college?’

      Embarrassed now, Sidonie admitted, ‘Technically I’m still in college... I had to leave before the start of my final year just over a year ago, due to personal events. I’m saving money to try and complete my course... My degree is in Business and French.’

      ‘What happened?’

      Sidonie looked at him. On some level she was shocked at his directness, but it was also curiously refreshing. She couldn’t seem to remove her gaze from his. The small space they occupied felt strangely intimate, cocoon-like.

      ‘I... Well, my father lost his construction business when the property boom crashed in Ireland. He struggled for a while but it was useless. He only managed to get himself into debt.’ Sidonie went cold inside. ‘He passed away not long afterwards. Everything was gone—the business, the house... College was paid for up to a point, but then the money ran out. I had to leave and work.’

      Sidonie felt uncomfortable under his gaze. It was intense, unsettling.

      ‘And why were you in Paris?’

      Sidonie arched a brow. ‘What is this? Twenty questions? What were you doing in Paris?’

      Alexio crossed his arms and Sidonie’s belly clenched when she saw how the muscles in his arm bunched under the thin silk of his shirt. She gulped and looked back into that hypnotising gaze.

      ‘I was in Milan yesterday at my brother’s wedding, he said. ‘Then I flew to Paris this morning to catch this flight, so that I could do my check while en route to London.’

      ‘Are you not concerned about missing your meeting?’

      Alexio smiled and the bottom dropped out of Sidonie’s belly.

      ‘It’s not ideal, but they’ll wait for me.’

      Of course they would, she thought faintly. Who wouldn’t wait for this man?

      ‘So,’ he said patiently, ‘now will you tell me why you were in Paris?’

      Sidonie looked at him and unbidden a lump came to her throat for her wayward. selfish mother and her poor Tante Josephine who was so worried. She swallowed it down.

      ‘I was here to meet with a solicitor to deal with my mother’s affairs. She passed away in Paris a couple of months ago. She’d been living with my aunt; she’s from here originally.’ She corrected herself. ‘Was from here, I mean. She moved back after my father died.’

      Alexio uncrossed his arms and his expression sobered. ‘That’s rough—to lose both parents in such a short space of time. I lost my mother too—five months ago.’

      Sidonie’s chest tightened. A moment of empathy. Union. ‘I’m sorry... It’s hard, isn’t it?’

      His mouth twisted. ‘I have to admit that we weren’t that close—but, yes, it was still a shock.’

      That feeling intensified in Sidonie’s chest. She revealed huskily, ‘I did love my mum, and I know she loved me, but we weren’t that close either. She was very...self-absorbed.’

      Suddenly the plane lurched into movement and Sidonie’s hands went to grab the armrests automatically as she looked out of the window. ‘Oh, God, we’re moving.’

      A dry voice came from her left. ‘That’s generally what a plane does before it takes off.’

      ‘Very funny,’ muttered Sidonie, and their recent conversation was wiped from her mind as she battled with the habitual fear of flying she faced.

      ‘Hey, are you okay? You look terrible.’

      ‘No,’ Sidonie got out painfully, knowing she’d probably gone ashen. Her eyes were closed. ‘I’m not okay, but I will be if you just leave me alone. Ignore me.’

      ‘You’re scared of flying? And you’re taking two flights to Dublin? Why didn’t you just take a direct flight?’ Now he sounded censorious.

      ‘Because,’ Sidonie gritted out, ‘it worked out cheaper СКАЧАТЬ