Natasha had reached Leo. ‘Anything else before we get out of here?’ he asked.
‘S-some clothes and—things,’ she whispered.
‘Don’t you dare ignore me!’ Cindy screeched. ‘The parents will be here in a minute. I want you to tell them that this was all your own fault! I’ve got a gig tonight and I just can’t perform with all of this angst going on. And you need to get busy with some damage control because you won’t like it if I have to do it myself!’
Leo stepped to one side to let Natasha pass by him. The moment she closed her bedroom door, he reacted, stepping right up to Cindy. ‘Now listen to me, you spoiled little tart,’ he said. ‘One false word from you about what took place today and you’re finished. I will see to it.’
Cindy’s head shot up, scorn pouring out of her bright baby blue eyes. ‘You don’t have the power—’
‘Oh, yes, I do,’ Leo said. ‘Money talks. Jumped-up little starlets like you come off a conveyer belt. Give me half an hour with a telephone and I can ruin you so quickly you won’t see oblivion until you find yourself sunk in it up to your scrawny neck. Pending records deals can be withdrawn. Gigs cancelled. Careers murdered by a few words fed into the right ears.’
Cindy went white.
‘I see that you get my drift.’ Leo nodded. ‘You are not looking into the eyes of a devoted fan now, sweet face, you’re looking into the eyes of a very powerful man who can see right through the shiny packaging to the ugly person that lurks beneath.’
‘Natasha won’t let you do anything to h-hurt me,’ Cindy whispered.
‘Yes, she will,’ Natasha said. She was standing just inside the door with a hastily packed bag at her feet.
As Cindy looked at her Natasha twisted something out of her fingers, sending it spiralling through the air. It landed with a clink on the pale wood floor at Cindy’s feet. Looking down, even Leo went still when he saw what it was.
Her ring—her shiny diamond engagement ring. ‘That’s just something else of mine you haven’t tried,’ she explained. ‘Why don’t you put it on and see if it fits you as well as my fiancé did?’
Cindy’s appalled face was a picture. ‘I didn’t want him, and I don’t want—that!’
‘Well, what’s new there?’ Natasha laughed, though where the laugh came from she did not have a single clue. ‘When have you ever wanted anything once you’ve possessed it?’
Pandemonium broke out then as their parents arrived, rushing in through the flat door Leo must have left on the latch.
They looked straight at Cindy. They had barely registered that Natasha was even there.
Cindy burst into a flood of tears.
‘Oh, my poor baby,’ Natasha heard her mother cry out. ‘What did that Rico do to you?’
Natasha began to feel very sick again. She stared at the way her two parents had gathered comfortingly around Cindy and felt as if she were standing alone somewhere in outer space.
Then her gaze shifted to Leo standing on the periphery of it all with his steady dark eyes fixed on her painfully expressive face. ‘Can we leave now?’ she whispered.
‘Of course.’
And he was stooping to pick her bag up. As he straightened again his hand made a proprietary curl of her arm and Natasha heard Cindy quaver, ‘He’s been stalking m-me for weeks, Mummy. I went to see him to tell him to stop it or I would tell Natasha. The next thing I knew he…’
Leo closed the door on the rest. Neither said a single word to each other as they walked out of the apartment and headed for the lift. All the way down to the foyer they kept their silence, all the way out to his car. He drove them away in that same tense silence until Leo clearly could not stand it any longer and flicked a button on his steering wheel to activate his phone.
Natasha recognised the name ‘Juno’, then nothing as he proceeded to share a terse conversation in Greek.
She kept her eyes fixed on the side window and just let his deep, firm, yet strangely melodious voice wash over her as they drove out of the city and into lush green, rural England. The ugliness of her situation was crawling round her insides, the spin of once-loved faces turning into strangers as they flipped like a rolling film through her head. She didn’t know them and, she realised painfully, they did not really know her—or care.
‘Do you think they’ve noticed that you are no longer there yet?’
Realising Leo had finished his telephone conversation and had now turned his attention on her, Natasha lifted a shoulder in an empty shrug. Had they even noticed she was there in the first place? Pressing her pale lips together she said nothing.
A minute later they were turning in through a pair of gates leading to a private airport where, she presumed, Leo must keep his company jet. It took no time at all to get through the official stuff. All the way through it she stood quietly at his side.
So this is it, Natasha told herself as they walked towards a sleek white jet with its famous Christakis logo shining Ionian blue on its side. I’m going to fly off into the sunset to become this man’s sole possession.
She almost—almost managed a dry little smile.
‘What?’ Leo just never missed anything—not even the smallest flicker of a smile.
‘Nothing,’ she murmured.
‘Forget about Rico and your family,’ he said harshly. ‘You are better off without them. I am the only one you need to think about now.’
‘Of course,’ Natasha mocked. ‘I’m about to become a very rich man’s sexual doormat, which has to be quite a hike up from being my family’s wimpish doormat and Rico Giannetti’s thieving one.’
Leo said nothing, but she could sense his exasperation as he placed his hand on the small of her back to urge her up the flight steps.
The plane’s interior gave Natasha an insight into a whole new way of travelling. Breaking free from his touch, she took a couple of steps away from him, then stopped, tension springing along her nerve-ends when she heard the cabin door hiss as someone sealed it into its housing and the low murmur of Leo’s voice speaking to someone, though she did not turn around to find out who it was.
This wasn’t right. None of it was right, a sensible voice in her head tried to tell her. She should not be on this plane or tripping off to Athens with Leo Christakis—she should be staying in England and fighting to clear her name!
‘Here, let me take your jacket.’ He arrived right behind her again, making her whole body jerk to attention when his hands landed lightly on her shoulders.
‘I would rather keep it on,’ she insisted tautly.
‘No, you would not.’ Sliding his fingers beneath the jacket collar, he followed it around her slender white throat until he located the top button holding her jacket fastened. ‘You will be more comfortable without it.’ He twisted the button free.
‘Then I can do it.’ Snapping up her hands, Natasha grabbed his wrists with the intention of pulling his hands away. He didn’t let her.
‘My pleasure,’ he murmured smoothly as the next button gave.
Her two breasts thrust forward, driving a shaken gasp from her throat. ‘I wish you would go and f-find someone else to torment,’ she breathed out sharply when his knuckles grazed her nipples on their way to locate the next button, and felt her stomach muscles contract as he brushed across them, too.
He just laughed, low and huskily. ‘When did you find the time to stick your hair up again?’
‘At the flat,’ she mumbled, then went as taut as piano wire when the last button gave way to his working fingers.