Australia: Gorgeous Grooms. Trish Morey

he was there before her, and she attempted to ignore his close proximity, the musky tang of his cologne, the sheer sensuality he managed to exude without any seeming effort at all.

      Assuring herself she was immune didn’t quite cut it. Nor did likening him to all men.

      Loukas Andreou stood alone, a male entity that defied categorization.

      So where did that leave her?

      Right now … out of here!

      ‘Ten in the conference room,’ Loukas reminded her silkily as she exited the room.

      A meeting he chaired with the type of ruthless strategy that left no room for doubt his proposed restructuring of Karsouli would be immediate and far-reaching.

      Details were provided in individual folders placed in front of the attending executives, who were each given forty-eight hours in which to submit approval, reservations … or otherwise.

      It took considerable effort on Alesha’s part to contain her resentment and present a neutral front when she wanted to silently rage at his high-handedness.

      She managed it, just, until Loukas called the meeting to a close, and she bore the carefully polite glances as the executive staff filed past her as they exited the room.

      Questions would follow by the long-serving personnel, concern expressed by those whose tenure was more recent … and she’d do her best with damage control.

      But now she had a bone to pick with the self-appointed man in control.

      With care she closed the door and crossed to where Loukas stood assembling paperwork into his briefcase.

      ‘How dare you initiate changes without consulting me?’

      She resembled a pocket virago, Loukas noted. Dark eyes flashed with anger as she sent him a venomous glare. ‘My father—’

      ‘Allowed his emotions to rule, and didn’t keep you apprised of the reality.’

      ‘You can’t just terminate—’

      ‘Dimitri kept performance details on file of every employee.’ He handed her a memory stick. ‘Study them in my absence, together with my recommendations, and we’ll confer on my return.’

      ‘And if I don’t agree?’

      ‘We’ll discuss it.’

      ‘We will?’ The fine edge of sarcasm was evident. ‘Should I express gratitude at being slotted into your busy schedule?’

      His cellphone beeped and he checked the screen. ‘I need to take this call. Three-thirty, Alesha. My office.’

      The temptation to throw something at him was uppermost, and she deliberately held his dark gaze, glimpsed his recognition of her intent, together with his silent threat of retribution.

      For a timeless few seconds the air between them pulsed with electricity, a perilous force so overwhelming she almost forgot to breathe.

      Then he activated the call, effectively dismissing her.

      Panache, control, she possessed both, and she turned away from him and exited the room, closing the door with an imperceptible click behind her, when she would have delighted in slamming it. Except the door was carefully weighted to avoid anything other than a smooth, almost silent action.

      She wanted badly to vent, and she would the moment she had him alone, she promised as she crossed to her office.

      Three-thirty couldn’t appear soon enough!

      CHAPTER THREE

      ALESHA spent what remained of the morning attending to the immediate business at hand, and chose to have her PA send out for a chicken and salad sandwich with mayo on rye and a double-strength latte.

      Something that became a working lunch eaten at her desk as she accessed computer data, inserted reference notations, took phone calls and instructed Anne to clear an hour between three-thirty and four-thirty.

      The adherence to punctuality was something Alesha considered important … personally, and professionally. And this was business, she qualified as she allowed time to freshen up before presenting herself at Dimitri’s … dammit, Loukas’ office on time.

      He stood close to the plate-glass window with its cityscape view of the inner harbour, cellphone at his ear in quiet conversation as he gestured she take a seat.

      Contrarily she opted to remain standing, and she caught his faint gleam of amusement as he continued conversing in French … with a woman, from the light tone of his voice.

      A lover? Past or present? Certainly a close friend.

      She told herself she didn’t care … and, in truth, she didn’t. So how did she explain the sudden warmth flooding her veins, the slow invidious curling sensation deep within?

      Because she envied the woman his affectionate attention?

      Oh, please. Get real. She no more wanted another man in her life than she wanted to fly over the moon.

      Especially not this man. Impressive, too powerful, too much.

      A slight shiver feathered the length of her spine. Way too much on a personal level.

      Why not call it as it was? The forceful Greek exuded a magnetic sexuality that verged close to the primitive.

      The sensual promise was there, almost a tangible entity, and for one wild moment she wondered what it would be like to be ravished beneath his hands, his mouth … dear God, his possession.

      Soul-destroying. Utterly. Completely.

      Enough already, she upbraided silently. Focus on the here and now.

      Dimitri’s office had undergone a few changes. State-of-the-art electronic technology replaced the standard desktop her father had preferred, several files were stacked at the end of the desk, an MP3 player. Tidy, but very much the workspace of a busy man.

      ‘Shall we leave?’

      Alesha cast Loukas a deceptively cool glance as he pocketed his cellphone, collected a briefcase, laptop, and indicated she precede him from the room.

      ‘I’ll meet you at the lawyer’s office,’ she indicated as the lift transported them down to the underground parking area.

      ‘We’ll go together in my car.’

      ‘It might be easier if I follow you.’

      The lift doors slid open and Loukas shot her an analytical look as they entered the concrete cavern. ‘Are you determined to debate me on every issue?’

      The air sizzled with a tension she refused to define. She should cease and desist, but there was a dangerous imp sitting on her shoulder bent on mischief and mayhem.

      ‘My apologies.’ She offered him a sweet smile. ‘I tend to forget most women merely exist to do your bidding.’

      ‘But not you.’ His drawled response held a tinge of humour.

      ‘No,’ she managed with a degree of dry mockery. ‘However, in this instance I’ll concede and get a taxi back to the office when we’re done.’

      They reached the Aston Martin and he unsecured the locking mechanism to the doors, the trunk, deposited his briefcase and laptop, then closed the trunk. ‘I’ll drop you off before I continue on to the airport.’

      ‘It’s out of your way.’

      ‘Get in the car, Alesha.’ His voice held a silky quality that boded ill for further argument.

      She slid into the passenger seat and waited until he moved in behind the wheel before posing with deliberate sweetness, ‘Are you always so appallingly arrogant?’

      He ignited the engine. ‘Whenever