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practically gushed over the honor of serving him and his guest. Helen looked at him curiously as they were led through the dining room. When he dismissed the waiter who held out Helen’s chair, preferring that he do it himself, Helen suspected that she might be in trouble. He seated her, but as he walked around the table, his hand brushed her neck and shoulder, sending shivers of awareness throughout her whole body. She inhaled sharply and looked up at him as he sat down. She gritted her teeth against the sexual onslaught caused by his casual touch when she caught the look in his eye. He knew exactly what he was doing and was simply toying with her. Did he have any idea how inexperienced she was? Was she just an easy target for him? Damn the man! That wasn’t fair!
     
    She leaned back in her chair and watched him select a wine with the wine steward. He was extremely knowledgeable and she was stunned when he chose a bottle of red wine, one of her favorites whenever she visited her father in Greece. She couldn’t afford it here in London but that was her choice. She could live with her father all year round, but that would hurt her mother’s feelings. The two had been separated for more than twenty years but never divorced. Her mother, Elaina Alexander had met her father more than thirty years ago. They’d met and married within one month, having fallen in love at first sight. Unfortunately, the two were complete opposites. Elaina was a free spirit, loving life and willing to flit from job to job just so she could experience more of whatever struck her fancy. She was a wonderful mother who had taught Helen that life was wonderful, showed her all the exciting things that nature could provide.
     
    Helen’s father, on the other hand, was a powerful Greek shipping tycoon who had a very strict way of living his life. Her father was in the office each morning at six thirty and didn’t leave until seven or eight o’clock at night. When he arrived home, he expected his wife to be there, smiling with a martini in her hand, ready to hear about his day and commiserate with all of his trials and tribulations he’d experienced during his day. He was strictly regimented and had grown his empire well since he’d taken over from his father. But he expected the kind of marriage his parents had, both of whom were still living and had never approved of Elaina nor their marriage, although they doted on Helen horribly. Being the only granddaughter had its advantages.
     
    Helen had grown up spending the school year in London with her English mother and her summers in Greece with her very Greek father. In London, she’d investigated so many neighborhoods, having lived in a different one every year of her life. Other children might become nervous of that kind of lifestyle, never feeling secure about where one would be living next. But Helen loved it. It might be because she always had her ultra steady father to ground her with solid morals and a large home she could always come back to during her summers.
     
    It could also be because she’d learned how to genuinely appreciate life through her mother, never taking anything very seriously, and then learned to dig in and find a career that she loved and could thrive in with her father. Being a freelance photographer gave her the best of both worlds. She definitely had a career path and the ambition to sell her photos to the more prestigious magazines, even one day to publish her own book. But it also gave her the freedom to come and go as she pleased, to float from one area of the world to the next and appreciate, really look and understand what was around her.
     
    As she stared across the table at Alec while he finished ordering the wine, she wondered what kind of upbringing he’d had. She guessed it was more along the lines of her father. With a name like Dionysius, he had to be Greek. But how “Greek” was he really? Did he believe in family the way her father did? Did he believe