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that connections and community were as sacred and inviolate as she considered? She doubted it. Many people could trace their ancestry to Greece, could even claim they believed in family above all things, but when it came down to it, they were much more Western than they wanted to think. And would he agree with her need for chastity until she married? She hadn’t met a man yet who understood, hence the reason she had so many male friends, and no boyfriend. Not wanting casual intimacy was a difficult conversation to undergo in a relationship. Men usually couldn’t handle it.
     
    And to date, no man had even tempted her to challenge that.
     
    Not that Alec was tempting her, she told herself firmly.
     
    She sighed and adjusted the napkin nervously. She had to get out of this dinner unscathed but she wasn’t sure how she was going to do that. Looking up, her breath froze in her chest. The look he was giving her was lethal and she wanted to look away but couldn’t.
     
    “Tell me about yourself, Helen.”
     
    She played with the edges of the linen napkin, curling them about her fingers, re-aligning the perfectly straight flat ware, taking a sip of her water, anything that would let her avoid looking into his eyes. “What do you want to know?”
     
    “How did you get into photography, first of all.”
     
    She sighed. This was a safe subject at least. Leaning her elbows onto the table, she looked at him now. “That’s easy. I love looking around and seeing things. When I realized I could capture whatever I was looking at permanently on film or digitally, I couldn’t put a camera down.”
     
    “Where did you study photography?”
     
    She laughed softly. “Actually, I went to Harvard for university in the States and studied business. I only studied photography by sneaking into the community college during the weekends of the school year. My father wouldn’t let me study something so “flighty” as photography or anything arty is how he phrased it. So I studied business, genuinely enjoyed my classes, earned my degree and now I take the most fascinating pictures I can.” She smiled at the end of her tale as if that explained everything.
     
    “You didn’t like business?” he asked, not accepting that as the end of the story.
     
    “Oh, no. I love business. I find economics and math very interesting. The theory behind many of the economic models is fascinating and I use that philosophy to take better pictures. Applying economics to peoples’ motives gives the individual depth and dimension. You can’t take money out of the world. It just won’t work. Why fight it?”
     
    “So why didn’t you get a job with some company where you could utilize your business skills?”
     
    Helen laughed, having had this conversation with her father over and over again throughout the years. He simply couldn’t understand her need to be creative instead of numbers oriented. “It isn’t me,” she said with a slight lift of one shoulder. “What about you?”
     
    “I went to Oxford, got out and now I use my business degree,” he said easily.
     
    She laughed merrily at his synopsis. “And what do you do for fun? What relaxes you?”
     
    “Sex,” he said simply, leaning forward and looking into her eyes, daring her to reply to his challenge.
     
    Helen couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up at his response. She looked him up and down and shook her head. “I don’t believe you’re that much of a roué. You’re too intelligent to have sex as your only outlet.”
     
    He leaned his elbows on the table, mirroring her posture. “Oh? And what else do you think relaxes me?”
     
    She studied him for a moment. “I think you work out physically like a maniac.”
     
    He shifted in a way that told Helen that she was right on target, and that he didn’t like that she saw through him. “And what makes you think that?”
     
    She raised an eyebrow, a perfect imitation of his look of interest. “I felt your muscles