The Greek Tycoon's Virgin Wife. Helen Bianchin

      Ilana spared Xandro a fixed glance and shook her head. ‘I’ll take a cab.’

      ‘No, you won’t.’

      Was it her imagination, or did everyone suddenly disperse with discreet speed? Even Liliana.

      ‘Don’t be ridiculous.’

      Xandro took her hand in his. ‘My car is parked close by.’

      ‘Are you always so bossy?’

      ‘Let’s just go with I gave Liliana my word to see you safely home.’

      Ilana found herself seated in a luxury vehicle before she had time to think about it. The result of a little too much champagne, or clever manipulation?

      Music filtered softly through the car’s speaker system, and she leaned back against the head-rest and closed her eyes as she reflected on the evening…the clothes, the models, the judging. Winning.

      And Xandro’s kiss.

      Wow…was the word that came readily to mind.

      What would he be like as a lover?

      Not that she intended to find out.

      Hell, she dared not go there. Instinct warned she’d never survive with her emotions intact.

      Besides, how could she ever forget Grant Baxter’s dire threat after she’d opted out of their wedding?

      I’ll kill you if you date another man.

      For two years she hadn’t wanted to get close to any male of the species.

      She assured herself nothing had changed.

      Except it had. And she didn’t know what to do about it.