In the Greek's Bed. Sara Wood

pressure or…excited?

      Her eyes shot wide open; where did that come from?

      ‘But not around me?’

      Katie laughed; she couldn’t help herself. It was such a ludicrous idea: relax with Nikos! She could more readily imagine falling asleep on top of an active volcano! But then, she mused as her eyes moved over his tall, elegant figure, he did have something of a volcano’s explosive qualities…and he was liable to erupt for no apparent reason.

      ‘Do I look that stupid?’ If ever there was an invitation, this was it.

      Katie heaved a sigh and squared her shoulders, steeling herself for the inevitable scathing riposte…it didn’t come. In fact the strange, tense silence between them stretched on and on…

      He had stilled to the point of seeming not to breathe at all as his restless dark eyes got as far as her face and didn’t move. An expression she couldn’t decipher flickered across his taut face; it was only there for a moment, but this was long enough to unsettle her completely.

      ‘No.’

      After the build-up she’d been expecting something a bit more—memorable than that.

      ‘You didn’t answer my question.’ Except with a question—he seemed to be good at that. ‘Do you have a problem with strong women?’

      Nikos shrugged. ‘Strength is not an issue. My relationships with women are rarely competitive either physically or intellectually.’

      Katie’s contempt increased. In other words he picked them weak, thick and great in bed. Just as well I’m not after the job because I don’t qualify in any of the above.

      ‘Some women feel there is a need to sacrifice their femininity in order to compete on an equal footing with men; that is their choice. I just happen not to find them particularly attractive. I admire women that manage to succeed but do not try to be one of the boys.’

      ‘Are you calling me unfeminine?’ she demanded hotly.

      ‘I would hardly categorise you as a high-flyer who is anxious to compete with men on their own terms.’

      Why, the patronising—!

      ‘Are you leaving your job before or after the wedding?’ he wondered with a guileless smile.

      Katie caught her breath. You had to hand it to the man—he could deliver insults with a smile better than anyone she had ever met.

      ‘I’m not leaving at all. My job may not be high-powered but I happen to enjoy it,’ she told him with frigid dignity.

      ‘Really?’ One dark eyebrow lifted. ‘Tom led me to believe you could not wait to leave…’

      ‘I haven’t told Tom yet,’ she interrupted tightly.

      ‘Do you tell Tom anything?’

      ‘My relationship with Tom is none of your business.’

      ‘Actually it is very much my business.’

      ‘Only because you’re an insufferably, interfering…’ Lips compressed, eyes glittering with suppressed frustration, Katie bit back the rest of her tirade; this was neither the time nor place for a slanging match, especially one she was likely to lose.

      ‘Don’t you think Tom is capable of making his own decisions without you to shove him in the right direction? Not that you could,’ she added quickly. She lifted her chin. ‘Tom is his own man!’ she declared proudly.

      ‘I’m sure Tom is more than capable of making his own decisions when he is in possession of all the facts…once he has them I will be more than happy to abide by his decision.’

      ‘It’s not the facts, it’s the way you present them.’

      ‘Then you present them in the manner you feel shows you in the kindest light; I have no objections. Even if Tom accepts his wealth has nothing to do with your desire to be his wife.’ His expression made it clear he was a lot less gullible. ‘That does not alter the fact you are not free to marry him.’

      ‘I could be if you weren’t such a stubborn, malicious…’ She heaved several steadying breaths; she would not resort to name-calling. ‘Why should I marry Tom when apparently I’m already married to a billionaire?’

      Nikos, who seemed prepared for her comment, totally misinterpreted her throw-away sarcasm.

      ‘Before the pound signs start flashing before your eyes I will draw to your attention the fact that the pre-nuptial agreement Harvey had me sign works both ways. I’ve checked, Harvey knows his business, it’s watertight. Sorry, but I’m not your golden goose. What’s wrong?’ he asked as the colour seeped from her skin.

      Katie, her eyes bright pools of shimmering anger stared up at him. Incredibly his bafflement seemed genuine…how could anyone possibly insult a person like that and not realise it might offend?

      She began to slide his jacket off her shoulders. ‘Don’t let me keep you,’ she said pointedly.

      ‘Don’t be foolish,’ he retorted impatiently. ‘You are cold, I’m not. This is a foolish gesture.’

      Katie shrugged and let the jacket slip to the ground. ‘Maybe I want to make a foolish gesture.’

      ‘Now you’re just being ridiculous,’ he gritted, bending to retrieve the garment from the carpeted floor. His colour was heightened when he took his seat; the twist of his sensual lips was overtly contemptuous.

      ‘That’s your fault,’ she blurted resentfully.

      One supremely eloquent dark brow twitched as his expressive eyes swept over her face. ‘This I have to hear,’ he remarked, throwing the jacket casually across one shoulder. ‘You were saying?’

      Katie flushed. ‘There’s no point saying anything because no matter what I say you’ll just twist it,’ she announced mutinously.

      ‘In other words your accusations have no foundation.’ Before she could protest he replaced his jacket over her shoulders and, keeping a grip on each lapel, jerked her gently towards him. Katie was overpoweringly conscious of his strength; she breathed in his warm male scent and felt uncomfortably giddy.

      He bent his head towards her. ‘No matter how outrageously unpleasant you become,’ he imparted softly, ‘I am not leaving you alone.’

      ‘So you’ll just call me an avaricious grasping bitch!’ To her intense dismay Katie felt her eyes fill with weak tears.

      Nikos looked into the swimming blue pools, an expression of genuine surprise stamped across his handsome features. ‘I said nothing of the sort!’ he ejaculated.

      ‘You accused me of wanting to screw you for some nice fat divorce settlement!’ She breathed wrathfully. ‘For your information I wouldn’t take my bus fare off you,’ she added tremulously.

      How, she wondered, could you detest someone so much yet find you wanted to lay your head against his chest and cry? Why in the circumstances would anybody in their right mind seek comfort and safety in the arms of their enemy? It was inexplicable and extremely scary, she concluded, staring with a dazed expression at the broad expanse that filled her with the strangest yearning.

      As he surveyed her downcast features the harsh lines of Nikos’s face softened. ‘I did not intend to offend you, Katerina. Let us stop arguing, you’re not well.’

      ‘What’s this—Greek chivalry?’

      He picked up on her scorn but reacted with curiosity, not injured pride. ‘You doubt such a thing exists?’

      ‘After meeting you—yes!’

      Surprisingly her acid retort made him laugh, then as his appraisal of her weary, strained features continued his expression sobered once more. ‘Let’s be practical.’

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