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is there?”
    “N-no.”
    In a voice that both wooed and commanded, Mykolas murmured, “Then say the words.”
    Closing her eyes, Velvet whispered, “I want to see you, Mykolas Sallis.”

Chapter Four

    Heads turned as Mykolas walked past them like a Greek god come to life. Taller than most men and with looks that could rival even the beauty of the many perfectly sculpted specimens gracing the museum, Mykolas also exuded the kind of power and authority that easily caused many of the people around him to drool in jaw-dropping awe.
    Women of every age and walk of life fell over themselves in an attempt to catch his attention, but the Greek billionaire was not even aware they existed. He only had one goal in mind, and he was not in the mood to waste his time or effort for anything else.
    His heartbeat made itself felt when Mykolas reached the third floor landing. He was, plain and simple, exhilarated. Today was the day he would finally meet his woman. After almost three months of unintended celibacy, he would finally have Velvet Lambert under him. If he had his way, he would have her in every position imaginable. But even then, he doubted his obsession with her would be so easily slaked.
    He took his time checking each hall. He had no idea whether she was blonde or dark-haired. For all he knew, she might even have colored her hair completely blue just to mess with him. That kind of prank was not far-fetched at all as far as his woman was concerned.
    Only when Mykolas’ pulse started to go crazy did he stop. A striking-looking redhead was standing in front of a Byzantine piece of art, her tall, voluptuous form made more mouth-watering by the form-hugging dress she wore. For all intents and purposes, it was a very modest dress, high necked, with sleeves, and the skirt falling an inch past her knees. But all of those things ceased to matter because of her curves.
    If he closed his eyes, he could easily imagine himself running his hands over her body, tearing her dress off and plumping her delicious breasts for him to devour.
    Inside his pants, his cock rose into attention, and Mykolas felt a teardrop of premature ejaculation slip out.  
    It was her.  
    His Velvet.
    His woman.
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    Every day, thousands of tourists and locals came to visit the Acropolis Museum, which could be accessed using the ancient road that led to Acropolis Hill or what was once known in classical times as the city’s “Sacred Rock”.  
    Velvet had arrived at the museum early, taking her time to explore and appreciate the innumerable artifacts of the museum, with some of them dating as far back as the Bronze Age in Greece. It was only when she had been at the museum for about forty-five minutes that she slowly realized the entire room where she was in was empty.
    And then she heard the huge doors shutting closed behind her, and she knew he was here.  
    He was a Greek billionaire, all right. He hadn’t really confirmed or denied her assumption, but this, Velvet thought almost hysterically, was proof of it. If she needed some kind of evidence that he had unlimited money at his disposal, then getting even part of the Acropolis closed down for his benefit was it.
    “Turn around, agape mou. ”
    His voice, heard this close, sounded even sexier to her ears. It was seduction itself, pure and simple, and Velvet had a feeling everything Mykolas Sallis could say or do would be the same. Every sensible part of Velvet urged her to run away. She still had time to put all this madness behind her. She didn’t know Mykolas Sallis at all, and yet she had practically been having an affair with him since the first day he contacted her. Only a fool would go through with this.
    “ Velvet .” This time, he unleashed his command in his voice. This time, he discarded the unusual role of being gentle, something he had tried to adapt earlier because he didn’t want his beautiful filly afraid. But now, he realized that was not the way to handle Velvet this time. She was