‘The chemistry we share bothers you?’
Bother was too tame a description!
‘And chemistry is an automatic guarantee for satisfaction between the sheets?’
What is the matter with you? a silent voice screamed inside her head. Are you insane?
‘Did your ex gift you that?’
She silently damned herself for metaphorically opening a vein. ‘You expect me to answer such a question?’
He was silent for several seconds…seconds during which she found it difficult to hold his gaze. ‘You just did.’
It would be so easy to tell him to go to hell, and she almost did. Except sanity ruled her tongue and she maintained a dignified silence. He had depth of character, a silent strength that had been lacking in Seth…although she hadn’t seen it at the time.
Blinded by what she imagined to be love, Alesha decided with cynicism. Seth had played his part well…as she’d soon discovered.
This, her second wedding night, was so vastly different from that of her first wedding when she’d been surrounded by family and friends, and filled with love for her new husband and barely containing a breathless excitement for the night when she and Seth were alone.
A faint bubble of cynical amusement rose in her throat to remain unuttered.
She’d thought being in love resolved everything, except it hadn’t. The magical wedding night she’d imagined didn’t happen due to her new husband imbibing vintage champagne a little too freely. And the sex had been…less than she’d imagined it would be. Afterwards, when she had refused to give in to his demands that they upgrade their home and lifestyle, and allow him an unlimited expense account, the sex had become a punishment she had endeavoured to avoid…to her cost. And she’d walked away, vowing never to be taken in by another man in her lifetime.
Yet here she was, a few hours into a second marriage she didn’t want to the man of her father’s choice. Sharing the same room in separate beds…for how long? One night…two?
After all, in the dark of night, sex was just…sex. No big deal. Right?
So why did she feel like a cat treading hot bricks?
Because instinct warned she was way out of her depth with a man of Loukas’ calibre. There was somethinga bout him, an intrinsic, almost raw sexuality that bordered on the primitive.
Intoxicating, brazen, shameless.
A part of her ached for the experience, while sanity cautioned she might not survive with her emotions intact.
It was almost a relief when Eloise entered the dining room to clear the table, and Alesha elected tea in preference to the strong espresso Loukas favoured.
How soon could she conceivably offer an excuse and retire to bed? Another hour or two? Did Loukas have anything planned?
A tiny bubble of laughter rose in her throat. Sure…like they’d settle comfortably in the media room and watch a movie on DVD?
Resorting to cynical humour was a defence mechanism she chose to employ against an increasing onset of nervous tension.
‘I have a few international calls to make.’ Loukas studied her expressive features, and it was almost as if he knew the pattern of her thoughts. ‘Maybe an hour or two ahead of me on the computer as the business day begins in Europe.’
Her relief was palpable, and she only hoped it wasn’t evident. ‘Sure. Go for it.’ She stood and moved away from the table, aware he did the same, and she preceded him from the room, then headed for the upper level.
Tomorrow she’d familiarize herself with the house and its several levels…but for now she ascended the curved staircase and made her way along the gallery to their suite.
Her choices numbered many: a leisurely soak in the spa-bath; slipping into bed with a book—if she could locate one. Sliding between the covers of one of the two beds and attempting to sleep.
As if she’d be able to do that, when every nerve in her body would be alert and tuned into Loukas’ appearance.
Two beds…would he sleep alone, or choose to share her own?
Hell. She didn’t even know which bed was his.
What if she selected the wrong bed and he took it as an invitation to share?
Dammit, since when had she become so ambivalent?
Since her separation and divorce from Seth, she’d regained her independence, healed, and forged a reputation as a confident savvy young businesswoman who’d earned her rightful position as Dimitri Karsouli’s colleague.
Very little, if anything, fazed her. Certainly not a man of any calibre…except Loukas.
She’d stayed away from him, careful not to show so much as a glimmer more than mere friendship. Aware, even from the first moment she’d met him that he was more than she could handle.
Light and dark, mesmeric…possessed of a sensual power that electrified and frightened. Because she instinctively knew he’d want it all…the heart of a woman, her body, her soul.
And she couldn’t be that woman. Didn’t want to be absorbed so totally that there was nothing left except him.
Now, she didn’t know. So much had changed. She had changed.
No longer did she believe in love. At least, not the happy-ever-after enduring kind that lasted a lifetime.
Nor did she intend to place her trust in any man.
Once burned by flame, it was the height of foolishness to toy with it again.
For timeless minutes she stood taking in the superb furnishings in the spacious suite. Despite the luxurious accoutrements there was an underlying air of comfort that held appeal. The muted colours aided relaxation, and she wondered if they’d been a deliberate choice by the interior decorator responsible for creating the refurbishment.
Decisiveness had to be a plus, she perceived as she collected sleepwear and moved into the en suite where the spa-bath beckoned invitingly.
Mellow, she coveted the slow slide into the kind of relaxation that aided an easy sleep. Hopefully way before Loukas entered the room, so she wouldn’t be aware of his presence until morning…and maybe not even then, if he rose early to make use of the downstairs gym.
Heaven, Alesha breathed as she sank into the warm bubbling water and positioned her head against the cushioned rest.
Ten minutes, she allowed…then she’d switch off the jets, release the water, dry off, and slip into bed.
It was almost midnight when Loukas closed down the laptop and muted the desk lamp. He’d spoken to Constantine in the Athens office, liaised with two colleagues in Paris, another in Rome. There’d been data to peruse to which he added his input, and the stock markets.
He lifted his arms and stretched, easing out the kinks in his shoulders, then he sat in contemplative silence for several long minutes before rising to his feet.
In the kitchen he filled a glass with chilled water, drank it down, then he checked the security system and moved quietly upstairs.
The master bedroom suite bore the softened light from muted lamps, and it took only a brief glance to determine both beds were empty.
A slight frown creased his forehead as he crossed to the en suite, knocked quietly, and when there was no answer he opened the door.
For a moment he stood taking in the scene…the soft pulsing jets in the spa-bath, the slender feminine form whose facial features in repose looked peaceful, almost childlike and bare of artificial enhancements.
Her soft, slightly parted mouth almost begged the touch of his own. Fine, almost porcelain