The Greek's Pregnant Cinderella. Michelle Smart

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      ‘I thought Beddingdales taught its girls how to make small talk in social situations.’

      There was the faintest spark of amusement in the cornflower eyes. ‘I failed that class.’

      He laughed. ‘But obviously not the ballroom-dancing lessons.’

      ‘I liked those.’

      ‘Do you go to many balls?’

      Another shake of the head.

      ‘I’m going to have to stop asking you closed questions, aren’t I?’

      Now there was the slightest of curves in the full heart-shaped lips to accompany her shaking head.

      He laughed. ‘Tell me about yourself.’

      The faint amusement he’d detected vanished. She looked away from him, her lips pulling in together. ‘What do you want to know?’

       Everything.

      ‘Let us start with how old you are.’

      ‘Twenty-two.’

      That surprised him. The features he could see beneath the mask covering her face indicated youth but the way she carried herself suggested someone older.

      ‘Have you graduated from university yet or did you take a gap year?’

      ‘I didn’t go to university.’

      That surprised him too. University was a rite of passage in his circle whether the person was academic or not. ‘What do you do?’

      He waited for the stock answer of ‘charity work’.

      There was a momentary hesitation and her face flushed with colour. ‘I’m in hospitality.’

      He could have laughed. After charity work, hospitality was a great favourite for the idle rich wanting to make a point of their usefulness.

      No wonder she blushed at the admission.

      It surprised him, though. Tabitha struck him as being from a different mould to the usual socialites who filled his world.

      What a waste of a good brain and a life, being content to spend days shopping and holidaying. It was a mindset he’d never understood. Giannis had been fortunate to be raised within one of Europe’s wealthiest families and, like his sisters, had inherited thirty million euros on his twenty-first birthday, but it was not in the Basinas nature to be idle. Undoubtedly wealth was something to be enjoyed but it was also a tool to create more wealth, not just for him but for others.

      Giannis’s inheritance had been used to build a diverse portfolio of businesses which collectively employed over five thousand people. He had exacting standards, and demanded the best from every person he employed, no matter their position, but he rewarded them well for it both in pay and perks. The staff here in his palace hotel, for example, were considered the best paid hotel staff in the whole of Europe.

      He did not understand how people could sleep if their wealth was generated by the unrewarded sweat of others.

      He did not understand how people could actively seek to be freeloaders.

      His wife had been a freeloader. She’d been many things. A liar. A gold-digger. A cheat. Even now, five years after the fact, five years since she and her unborn child had died, the anger and bitterness still lived, muted but still there.

      He’d buried his wife and her child, and while the other mourners had mourned he’d had to bite his tongue to stop himself from ripping into their grief.

      He would never allow himself to lose his anger entirely. If he forgot what it felt like he would lay himself open to making the same mistake again and Giannis never made the same mistake twice.

      He’d been blinded by his wife’s beautiful façade to the lies beneath it.

      What lay beneath this woman’s façade?

      His fingers itched to pull the mask off Tabitha’s face and see if it was as beautiful as he suspected.

      Her own fingers lifted her champagne flute to her lips.

      A tiny drop of gold liquid spilled out of the corner of her mouth. A pink tongue darted out to capture it.

      Veins heating at the less than chaste images that tiny action produced, Giannis drank some more of his champagne and swallowed it slowly.

      Theos, he could not remember when he’d last been so physically aware of a woman.

      He could not remember ever being so captivated by one.

      Whatever lay beneath her façade, he could enjoy their time together and enjoy the heady feelings that erupted through him to hold her in his arms.

      He rose to his feet and held out a hand to her. ‘Ready for another dance?’

      Cornflower-blue eyes met his. A shy smile formed on her lips.

      When her fingers wrapped around his he felt a shock of electricity dart through his skin.

      * * *

      Time slipped away from her.

      Tabitha knew she was a fool for saying yes to another dance. She was a fool for not having made her excuses and left.

      She could make all the excuses she wanted but the simple truth was she wanted to stay. She wanted this feeling to last as long as it could because she would never feel it again.

      She would never have this night again.

      Once the ball was over she would never dance with Giannis again.

      Come the morning she would revert back to being a chambermaid and this night would be nothing but a memory.

      She was in the midst of the most wonderful of dreams and she didn’t want to wake up.

      They danced. They drank more champagne. They danced again.

      The hands that held as they danced clasped tightly, their forearms pressing together.

      The hand that had rested just above the small of her back moved up so it palmed her bare skin. She had never imagined the thrills that could race through her veins at a mere touch of flesh upon flesh.

      Their eyes stayed locked. The guests surrounding them were nothing but blocks of colour in the periphery of her vision.

      When the next group dance started there were no words to communicate their unspoken agreement to leave the dance floor.

      More champagne was consumed.

      Time slipped even faster. She tried her hardest to hold on to it but the great clock on the wall ticked on.

      As midnight approached the dances slowed in tempo but Tabitha felt giddy. The champagne she’d drunk, the СКАЧАТЬ