Sold to the Enemy. Sarah Morgan

Stefan ended the phone call, supremely relaxed. ‘It’s done. My only stipulation is that you work with one of my business development managers who will give you access to all the in-house resources of the Ziakas Corporation. That way you won’t be ripped off by suppliers or customers, and basically you can draw on whatever funds you need.’

      He was watching her from under those thick, dark lashes and her stomach flipped.

      He was gorgeous.

      People had him so wrong. It wasn’t right that everyone should talk about him in hushed voices as some sort of cold, conscienceless machine when he was obviously capable of all the normal human emotions. Maybe he was hard and ruthless in some aspects of his life, but to her he’d been nothing but kind.

      ‘I—’ She was dizzy with euphoria, hardly able to get her head around what had just happened. She was going to be able to start her own business, rent a small apartment and help her mother leave her father. She wanted to fling her arms round him and then remembered that this was a business meeting and she was pretty sure people didn’t do things like that in business meetings. ‘That’s an excellent outcome. Thank you. You won’t be sorry.’ She should shake his hand. Yes, that was what she should do. Shake his hand to seal the deal.

      Standing up, she walked towards him and held out her hand.

      His hand closed over hers, warm and strong, and suddenly what had begun as a simple handshake became something else entirely. He smelt good. She had no idea whether it was shampoo or something different but it made her want to bury her face in his neck and inhale deeply. All she had to do was lean forward and she’d be kissing him. Horrified by how tempted she was, she looked down at her hand instead and saw the expensive watch on his wrist and his lean, bronzed fingers linked intimately with hers.

      Her stomach clenched.

      Power and masculinity throbbed from him and suddenly all she could think about was sex—which was crazy because she knew nothing about sex.

      But he did.

      ‘So now that’s out of the way,’ he drawled softly, ‘the question is how far are you willing to take this quest for independence?’

      Busy imagining those strong, confident hands on her body, she felt her heart thud. ‘Why are you asking?’

      ‘Because I’m hosting a party tonight and I find myself minus a date. How do you feel about celebrating your new-found independence in style?’

      Her eyes lifted to his and she saw amusement there. Amusement and something a little bit dangerous.

      The excitement came in a whoosh that drove the air from her lungs.

      Her head spun. The hungry look in his eyes was interfering with the normally smooth rhythm of her breathing. ‘You’re inviting me to a party?’ She never went to parties unless her father decided it was time to play Happy Families in public. They were the most painful moments of her life. And the loneliest, all of them fake.

      She’d never been to a party for the sheer fun of it. Never been to a party where she was allowed to be herself.

      She wondered why he was asking her.

      ‘If I say no does that mean—?’

      ‘You have my agreement on the loan. Your answer has no effect on our deal.’

      In that case she should walk away. There would be time to party once she was safely away from the island. Selene licked her lips. ‘What sort of party is it?’

      ‘A strictly grown-up event. No jelly or ice cream in sight.’

      A party. With him.

      ‘You’re asking me to come as your date?’

      ‘That’s right.’

      The excitement was sharper than when he’d agreed to lend her the money. A date. A party. With this man. She’d never done anything like that in her life.

      She should say no. Now that he’d agreed to help her she should get back to Antaxos, persuade her mother to leave and be long gone before her father returned. She couldn’t possibly say yes even though she wanted to more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.

      On the other hand, why not?

      For the first time in her life she was free to make her own decision about something. For once her father wasn’t dictating her actions, no one was watching her and her mother was safe. She had no one to think about but herself. If she wanted to go to a party, she could. And wasn’t that the point of all this? To be able to live her life the way she wanted to live it?

      Feeling liberated, she opened her mouth. ‘I don’t have anything to wear.’

      ‘That’s easily solved.’

      ‘I have this fantasy about wearing a wicked red dress and drinking champagne from a tall, slim glass with a handsome man in a dinner jacket. Would we drink champagne?’

      His mouth curved into a smile so sexy it should have been illegal. ‘All night.’

      ‘And would we—?’

      The devil danced in his eyes and his mouth moved fractionally closer to hers. ‘If you’re asking what I think you’re asking then the answer is yes, we definitely would.’