Eligible Greeks: Sizzling Affairs. Robyn Donald

drawl stunned her with its hint of dark amusement. Even more so with its uncanny echoing of the word in her own thoughts. ‘And you never used to play games in bed—at least not those sort of games.’

      ‘I wasn’t playing any sort of game.’

      ‘No?’

      With the blue robe wrapped round her, Penny felt a little more secure and able to face his cold-eyed derision.

      ‘I wasn’t playing at anything. I know I responded—there was always that spark—OK, more than a spark—of passion between us.’

      ‘As I recall, you couldn’t keep your hands off me. And vice versa. But then I’m not the one denying the blatantly obvious.’

      ‘I’m not denying it,’ Penny persisted. ‘I’d be a fool to even try. It’s there, obviously it is—but that doesn’t mean I’m going to act on it.’

      Whatever else Zarek had been expecting, it was not that. His dark head went back sharply, his eyes narrowing till they were just gleaming slits in his tanned face.

      ‘I’m not someone who just jumps into bed with any man in the first moment I see him, no matter how strong the provocation.’

      He knew that. She saw the acknowledgement of it in his eyes even though he said nothing in response. She’d come to him a virgin and, in spite of an almost overwhelming longing to change that situation before then, she had been a virgin on their wedding night.

      ‘I’m not just any man.’

      ‘But I don’t know you.’

      ‘I’m your husband!’

      It was a sound of fierce exasperation blended with total disbelief of what she was saying. Penny took several steps backwards, away from him, stopping short when she found that her back had come up against the wall. She could see from his face that he thought she had gone completely mad, right before his eyes, and even in her own mind her argument sounded weak and unsubstantial. But then he had got exactly what he wanted from their marriage. She wasn’t yet prepared to open up her heart to him and confess the truth—that he wasn’t the husband she needed.

      She had more pride than to admit that until she knew more clearly exactly where she stood.

      ‘So you keep telling me.’

      ‘Are you saying you don’t believe I am who I claim to be? What do you want—a DNA test?’

      Penny flinched at the malign humour in his dark tones but, pushing her hands into the pockets of the silk gown and curling them into tight, defiant fists, she managed to find the strength to continue in spite of feeling that she was suddenly desperately fighting for her life.

      ‘N-no—I don’t need that.’

      ‘Then start acting like you know me. I’m your husband—the man you married—and you damn well know it. And if you need any further confirmation—something we both know—then let me remind you that I am also the man who made sure that you—or at least an image of you—was added to the carving on our bed.’

      One long tanned hand pointed back at the dishevelled bed they had just left.

      ‘Yes—as a mouse!’ Penny flung back at him.

      She knew he was referring to the ornately carved wooden headboard that had been one of the wedding gifts at their marriage. Apparently these carvings were a tradition in the Michaelis family and were usually made up of symbols and images to represent the bride and groom, their families and elements from their lives. When the headboard had been given to Zarek and Penny it had all seemed to be about boats and the sea, with very little that related to her personally. When she had protested, Zarek had said that he would make sure she was added. She had come back from her wedding reception expecting at the very least to see a rose or two for her English nationality, or even a soaring oak tree as a play on her maiden name of Wood.

      It had taken her a long time to find the tiny field mouse almost hidden in one corner of the ornate bed head.

      ‘Was that what you thought of me? As a mouse? A creeping, sneaking, terrified little mouse?’

      ‘Well, certainly not now,’ Zarek replied dryly, strolling over to a chair by the window and dropping down into it. ‘Right now you are—what is it that old film was called?—The Mouse that Roared.’

      Was that actually a gleam of humour in the darkness of his eyes? Penny couldn’t be sure and because of that she didn’t dare risk rising to his teasing.

      ‘You have changed, Penny.’

      If only he knew how much.

      ‘I’ve had to change—had to learn how to stand on my own two feet. One moment I was a new wife, embarking on a very different sort of life in an alien country—with in-laws who weren’t exactly pleased to see me arrive in their home, but with my husband by my side to help me through. The next I was…’

      Breaking off, she could only shake her head, twisting the tie belt of her robe round and round her fingers, tying it in knots and then tugging them free again.

      ‘The next you were what?’ Zarek prompted when she couldn’t find the words to go on. ‘You didn’t seem to be struggling quite as much as you would have me believe. Certainly not with the in-laws.’

      ‘You think so?’

      Outrage had Penny letting drop the narrow belt as she put her hands on her hips and faced him defiantly.

      ‘You want to try living with your stepmother complaining about every thing every minute of the day. With everything you do being wrong—and everything that dear Jason and Petros do is absolutely perfect.’

      It was only when Zarek’s mouth quirked up into an unexpected and totally unguarded smile that she realised just how rigidly he had controlled his features from the time he had arrived until now. Even when he had been intent on seducing her, no trace of true emotion had shown through the tight muscles, only the burn in his eyes giving away any sort of feeling. It had been almost as if he had been determined not to show anything. So now she felt her insides twist, her heart lurch as she recognised the unexpected softening in his face.

      ‘I did,’ he acknowledged dryly. ‘I lived with that constant carping from the moment my father first brought Hermione home. And then when he married her and moved her and her sons into the house…’

      He shook his head slowly, mouth twisting again at the memories.

      ‘I was glad to escape to boarding school in England.’

      ‘How old were you?’

      Penny knew that her voice sounded slightly breathless because she was struggling with a tightness in her chest that came from the fact that Zarek had actually opened up about something in his past. When they had married he had always insisted that the past was irrelevant. That it was the here and now that mattered.

      ‘Seven.’

      ‘So young!’

      At seven she had gone to the small village school just down the road. She couldn’t imagine how it would have felt not to be able to go back home at the end of each long, tiring day.

      ‘But I suppose you had Jason and Petros for company? No?’ she questioned when Zarek shook his head again.

      ‘They never went away to school. They had private tutors here on the island.’

      Catching the sound of her swiftly indrawn breath, he switched on another smile, one that was totally different from before.

      ‘I much preferred it that way. And if I could have stayed at school through the holidays I would have preferred that too.’

      The words were flat, emotionless, but all the same Penny felt that she saw something of the reasons why Zarek had always been so totally set against his stepfamily, his unyielding resolve that they would never get their hands on Odysseus Shipping.

      And