The Greek Billionaire's Love-Child. Sarah Morgan

to show an interest, Nikos strode through the cheerful reception area and paused in the doorway of one of the cubicles. As well as state-of-the art equipment, there were neat boxes of toys, piles of children’s books and DVDs. ‘Resuscitation room?’

      ‘Next door on your left.’ Rose hurried along next to him, struggling to match her stride to his. ‘Can I ask you something, Professor?’ They were in the resuscitation room now and Nikos was mentally itemising each piece of equipment in an attempt to distract himself from the issue that had dominated his brain for the past week.

      ‘Call me Nikos, and, yes. Ask.’

      ‘We’re thrilled you’re here, obviously but—why did you take this job?’ Rose gave an apologetic shrug. ‘You’re in demand all over the world. I heard you lecture two years ago. The auditorium was completely packed out—there wasn’t even breathing room.’

      ‘Perhaps it was raining outside,’ Nikos drawled lightly, and Rose gave a lopsided smile.

      ‘I think we both know that wasn’t the case. You could be working anywhere. Why us?’

      ‘Sick children are sick children. It doesn’t matter what the setting is.’ Nikos cast his eye over the intubation tray, refusing to reveal his real reason for being there, even though he knew it would become apparent soon enough. ‘Tell me about the staff.’ He kept his tone neutral. ‘They are paediatric trained?’

      ‘We have a core of staff who are paediatric trained and we also rotate staff from the main emergency department according to need. This afternoon the paediatric nurse in charge will be Ella. She’s wonderful.’

      Ella.

      A hard knot of tension settled in his stomach and his brain was filled with a distracting image of perfectly smooth blonde hair, a sweet, seductive smile and curves designed to fuse a man’s brain.

      ‘I know Ella.’ Not by a flicker of an eyelid to Nikos reveal just how well he knew her. ‘We worked together in London.’

      And now she was pregnant with his child.

      A fact she’d concealed from him.

      Sharp claws of anger dug into him like talons and he breathed deeply, searching for control, shocked by the raw intensity of his rage. Well aware that people called him the ice doctor, he wondered what they’d say if they knew that at the moment he was close to meltdown.

      What was that phrase that people threw out so carelessly? Everyone has their limit.

      Was this his?

      Had he reached his limit?

      With a supreme effort of will Nikos reminded himself that anger achieved nothing. Losing his temper was not going to help.

      Emotion didn’t solve problems. What was needed was rational discussion.

      She was going to have her say. He was going to have his say.

      It was all going to be calm and reasonable.

      They were going to be civilised.

      ‘You know Ella?’ Rose was looking at him, surprised. ‘That’s wonderful.’

      Nikos gave a cool smile, well aware that Ella was going to find the situation a great deal short of wonderful. She’d kept the news of her pregnancy from him. ‘I’m looking forward to renewing our acquaintance.’

      ‘Well, you won’t have to wait long. She’s on a late shift this afternoon. She’ll be here any minute.’

      As if on cue Nikos heard her laughter from somewhere behind him and the sound released his temper. How could she laugh?

      What was funny about intentionally depriving a man of his child?

      Emotion thickened until he could taste it, until he was ready to put his fist through something.

      Rational discussion was no longer on his wish list.

      He forgot calm and reasonable.

      He forgot civilised.

      As she walked through the door, his anger erupted with volcanic force.

      Her arms were raised, her hands occupied scooping her shiny blonde hair into a ponytail, a pose that seemed to emphasise the air of vulnerability that surrounded her. And suddenly Nikos found himself thinking about all the times he’d kissed his way down her slender, creamy throat while she’d writhed and moaned his name in a desperate plea for satisfaction. He remembered how shy she’d been the first time, how hard he’d found it to believe that a woman of twenty-four had so little experience.

      Looking at her now, it was like taking a punch full in the gut.

      She was wearing a scrub suit covered in pictures of jungle animals and for a moment Nikos was distracted. With her cheerful smile and sense of fun, she’d always had a gift for turning the emergency department into somewhere a child was almost pleased to visit.

      ‘Hello, Ella.’

      She stopped instantly, the smile dying on her lips as she saw him standing there.

      Her arms dropped to her sides and she turned so pale that Nikos took an involuntary step forwards, preparing to catch her if she crumpled to the floor. Her breathing was audible and she stepped back, as if his approach represented a physical threat. For a moment she just stood there, her chest rising and falling as she sucked in air and stared at him.

      Guilt, he thought grimly, as he watched her face. What she’d done was unforgivable and she knew it. But even as the anger took him by the throat once again, his hands were ready to catch her if she fell. There was no way he was going to let her land on the floor in a heap, pregnant with his child.

      His lips burned with the need to speak his mind, but it wasn’t the time or the place so instead Nikos communicated the full force of his anger in a single, hotly charged glance.

      Apparently unaware of the dangerous shift in the atmosphere, Rose was cheerful. ‘Ella—good timing. I had no idea that you and Professor Mariakos know each other. I’m delighted. It will make things so much easier. Now I have an experienced team running the paediatric emergency unit. It’s going to be a happy summer.’

      Anticipating anything but a happy summer, Nikos kept his simmering, accusing gaze fixed on Ella’s pale, shocked face. ‘It will be like old times.’

      Something flickered in her slanting green eyes and he knew that she was thinking what he was thinking—that it was going to be nothing like old times.

      This time when they worked there would be no intimate glances, no delicious thrill of excitement as they anticipated the time when they could be alone. No soft whispers, no swift smiles and absolutely no explosive sexual chemistry.

      Only anger, blame and recrimination.

      She’d hidden the fact that she was pregnant, and no woman was doing that to him again.

      This time he wanted the right to be a father to his child.

      Pain thumped through his gut and suddenly he wanted to tower over her and demand an explanation right here, right now. He wanted to know why the hell she hadn’t contacted him herself.

      The depth of his disillusionment surprised him because he’d always considered himself to be realistic about women.

      Rose glanced between them. ‘I’ve scheduled the two of you to work together on every shift right through the summer. I don’t need to tell you that the hospital management are scrutinising this department very closely. I know it’s going to be a fantastic success.’

      Nikos dragged his gaze from Ella’s but somehow his eyes simply shifted to a different part of her, this time her abdomen. To the untrained eye her pregnancy wasn’t visible under the loose fabric of her scrub suit and yet he knew her so intimately that he could see the changes in her. Her glorious breasts were even fuller than usual, her hips more generously curved.