a drink, then there needn’t be anything more.”
The look she gave him was pure skepticism. Her voice husky as she asked, “Does a woman ever visit your home at night without going to bed with you?”
He wanted to deny it, but sensed she’d appreciate the truth more so. “It’s rare, but sleeping with me is certainly not a requirement. I’m hardly a teen who can’t control my hormones. There’s no need to feel unsafe with me.”
“I don’t.” Her admission was immediate. “Maybe that’s naïve of me, and I should be warier, but I’m not.”
“Then come over and join me. We can swim in the pool under the stars. Sip champagne. Simply enjoy one another on one of the last evenings of summer.”
Chapter 8
The normal Eva would’ve said no. She would’ve put up immediate road blocks on this glittery road to seduction. Only nothing about tonight, about herself, felt normal.
She hadn’t agreed to sleep with him. Not to herself and certainly not to him. But she didn’t want this evening to end. Not yet. Maybe it was the comment about swimming under the stars—or the idea of seeing him in those sexy board shorts again—but the temptation to say yes to his invitation hovered on her tongue.
He brushed the tops of her knuckles with his large thumb. A tremor of awareness swept through her, even as her blood once again began to heat.
The effect he had on her was beyond comprehension. Made her both nervous and thrilled at the same time.
“Say yes.”
He lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles this time. The gesture was classically romantic. Timeless. Seemed completely out of place at an elitist party in the Hamptons. But it was a promise to what the night could bring, and the pleasure he could deliver if she let him.
She drew in an unsteady breath. “All right.”
His nostrils flared and there was a flash of triumph in his eyes that she dared not think too hard about. It meant nothing. She’d committed to nothing more than agreeing to spend some time with him this evening.
The devilish little voice in her head burst into fits of laughter at that thought, but she ignored it and murmured, “Just give me a few minutes to grab a few things, okay?”
“Of course.”
They moved across the manicured lawns to the edge of her parents’ property, arriving at the small mother-in-law apartment she rented. The fact she gave her parents money for rent was to appease her own conscience, even when they always tried to refuse her checks.
She could’ve easily rented an apartment in the city, but she loved the water and preferred living out here.
“You were to be a guest here tonight?”
She stared at him and the truth sank in. While she might be fully aware of his identity, Kostas still had no idea who she was or what family she belonged to.
Though maybe that was a good thing.
She could simply be Eva tonight. A twenty-something girl from New York having a fun weekend with a prince. She didn’t have to be Evelynn Fairchild, daughter of Annabeth and Richard Fairchild, a member of one of the most esteemed families in the Hamptons. Well, perhaps that esteemed bit was getting a little tarnished lately with her sisters growing notoriety.
Eva had always been the stable one. The well-behaved and dependable one. Her parents looked at her to set the example and hopefully sway her sisters into towing the line. Tonight she was going to blow all those labels out of the water.
“Yes.” A small white lie. “I was invited to stay the weekend, but I’m sure I won’t be missed. I’ll be back in just a moment. You don’t mind waiting?”
He slid his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels, glancing toward the beach the lay just beyond the edge of the property.
“The view is charming.” He glanced back at her, his gaze lingering on her face. “And I’m certain the wait will be worth it.”
Really hoping he didn’t expect her to make herself all glamourous, she gave a