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realtor with a wheedling voice. “I mean, it’s a beautiful place but I will want to make a few adjustments of my own.”
     
    “Nine five?” The man from the bedroom moved closer to her and the realtor. “I thought the listed value of this place was ten million.”
     
    “It is,” the realtor agreed. “Although of course, there have been more than one or two offers so far…” she gave the man a significant look.
     
    “I’m thinking that ten sounds reasonable indeed,” the man said, glancing at Eva. Eva frowned, remembering that he thought—rightly—that she was a fake. Prove him wrong, even if he is right, she thought.
     
    “Well, now that you mention it, that view is priceless,” Eva said, smiling tightly. “Thinking about it a little more, considering the demand I’d say that eleven seems more appropriate to such a great place.”
     
    “Eleven?” the Greek man looked at the fireplace, at the windows. “I could picture myself here, relaxing for once in my life.” He turned his attention back onto the agent, his face set in angry lines. “Twelve-five.”
     
    “Twelve million five hundred thousand?” Before the realtor could say anything more, Eva spoke up again.
     
    “Really, I think I must have underestimated the value of this unit,” she said sharply. She scowled at the Greek for an instant. “Fifteen million wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility.”
     
    The Greek’s expression shifted from angry to amused. “Fifteen million,” he said, looking her up and down once again. “I’m surprised you’re not drinking champagne, a woman of your caliber.” He turned back to the realtor. “Seventeen million, I think.”
     
    “Seventeen million?” the realtor looked stunned and confused. She glanced from Eva to the Greek man and back. “Is there—do the two of you know each other?”
     
    “Twenty million,” Eva said. She looked at the Greek and then gave the realtor a little grin. “We don’t know each other, though I think under better circumstances we might get along well.”
     
    “I’d be inclined to agree,” the Greek said. “Twenty-five million—provided I could get a few alterations from the seller before I move in.”
     
    “Thirty million,” Eva countered. “I can fund my own alterations; one of my cousins can provide the best contractors for it.” She looked at the Greek man and raised an eyebrow challengingly. He sighed, shaking his head.
     
    “Forty million,” the man said. “Some things are worth the extra money.” He smirked at her, and Eva took a deep breath.
     
    “Sixty million,” she countered. “Since some things are worth it.” She finished her glass of water and set it aside.
     
    “Seventy-five million,” the Greek told the realtor, who continued to stare in shock.
     
    “This—this is beyond what I could have expected,” she said, smiling in a dazed way.
     
    “One hundred million,” Eva suggested. “I’m sure this place will only meet and exceed that value—and it’s important to know the value of things.” She looked at the Greek man significantly.
     
    “If you want it so badly, I will have to do the gentlemanly thing and back off,” he said, nodding towards her. He set his champagne flute down on the mantel and inclined his head at the realtor. “You’ve had a lucky night this evening.” Eva’s heart raced and then stuttered in her chest as she watched the man leave. Oh god. Oh god. The enormity of what had just happened filtered through her brain; she had made an offer of a hundred million dollars that she didn’t have. The temptation to call out to the man as he made his way out of the living room rose up in her and Eva swallowed against the tight, dry feeling in her throat. You can fix this. You can get out of this. You’ve gotten out of worse.
     

Chapter Three

The rest of the guests had begun to filter out of the apartment during her bidding war with the Greek, and Eva’s panic deepened as the