A Cinderella For The Greek. Julia James

down over the back of a chair. Tension was in every line of her body, and her expression was both stony and determined.

      He frowned. Now what?

      ‘There’s something you have to know!’

      The words burst from her, and he realised with a deepening of his frown that she was in a state of extreme agitation and nervousness.

      He levelled his gaze at her. She seemed to be steeling herself after her dramatic outburst. ‘And that is...?’ he prompted.

      He watched her take a gulping breath. Her cheeks seemed pale now—as pale as chalk. Not a trace of the colour that had so unflatteringly rushed there whenever he’d looked at her before.

      ‘Mr Vasilikos, there’s no easy way to tell you this, and for that I’m sorry, but you’ve had a completely wasted journey. Whatever my stepmother has led you to believe, Haughton is not for sale. And it never will be!’