smiled. “What if he finds out you kissed me? You devoured me in fact. What if he learns that you and I were here—in a private back room?”
Eyes narrowing, he stared at her. “You wouldn’t.”
“I won’t…if you agree to take me back to Athens with you on your yacht. I know you’re having the Kairos brought to Taranto. So I’ll sail back with you.”
“That is blackmail.”
“No…I think it’s extortion. Come on, Dareios. It’s a good plan. A couple of weeks sailing in beautiful weather. We’ll have some fun.”
“It’s impossible!”
She let her smile widen. “We’ll find out if we’re right for each other.”
He shook his head. “We’re not—I’m not right for any woman. It’s why they all leave me—or why we have a fun time and then part friends.”
“That’s all I’m asking. A fun time and then we can be friends again. And Antonio never has to know anything else. Dareios, this thing between us—if we let it go on and on and keep building, it’s going to explode. You know that—you know that because of how you kissed me. You’ll keep thinking about that kiss. I will, too. We’ll dream about what it would be like with you and me in bed together. We’ll make the fantasy so amazing that we have to act on it. And then it will blow up in our faces. We’ll resist until we give in—and Antonio will catch us. Or Eva will. And then we’ll have to marry, and—”
“We’ll make each other miserable.”
Alexandra smiled. She heard defeat in his voice, she saw his shoulders slump. He was seeing what she saw now. “We should give into this attraction. That kiss proved there is more here—a lot more. If we get this out of our systems, we can go back to being good friends. And we’ll have great memories.” Under the table, she crossed her fingers. She wasn’t sure if he was going to buy into her logic, but if she kept at him, maybe she could wear him down.
Dareios shook his head. “I think this is all a mistake, but I’ll…maybe you’re right.” He held up a finger. “I’m not saying you are, but…well, I’ll take you back to your hotel tonight, and back to Athens as well. And I’ll think about it.”
With a nod, Alexandra grabbed her wig and mask. And she started to plan how to drive Dareios wild over the next two weeks.
Chapter Ten
After making sure Alexandra found her hotel room without incident, Dareios headed to his own hotel. Alexandra had left him in knots. He was too wound up to sleep, and he didn’t want to go out looking for female company to take off the edge. He was also still trying to think about what to do with her.
Two weeks sailing the Mediterranean with Alexandra sounded like heaven—and hell. She’d be in one of those skimpy bikinis she loved to wear. She’d be tempting him. And he’d give in. He knew his limits, and his ability to resist a beautiful woman such as her was not one of his great strengths.
It was the weakness of his family. His father had had it. His grandfather, too. Both of them kept a string of mistresses, made their wives miserable, and never managed a faithful day. When he’d turned eight, his father had taken him aside and explained how life worked—how a man needed a lot of sex and a woman needed children.
Unfortunately, Dareios had been an only child—and his mother had been miserable at his father’s straying. Dareios had known he could never make any woman so unhappy. But he’d also seen how his father made all his mistresses very happy—that was the way to live.
Keep every woman like a mistress, and move on before the tears and heart ache could happen. He’d lived that way so far, but Alexandra was not a woman to take to bed and drop. No…she deserved better. Now he had to convince her of that. And he had to stop thinking about her.
She’d been so sweet and responsive in his arms. Her lips had been just as soft and sweet as he’d always imagined, and her scent…
No…he was not thinking about that. She
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