by Maya Banks
Fifteen
I sabella shoved aside the heavy curtains draped over the large window facing the street. Her apartment was on the top floor, larger by half than the apartments on the lower levels, and it had a wonderful view of a small park across the street.
There was no shortage of joggers, people out walking dogs, and children supervised by their nannies or mothers. It was a small mecca in the middle of a crowded city where someone could go and enjoy a short escape.
Could she live here knowing the man she loved was close by, married to someone else? On the surface it sounded absurd. In a city this size, she could go an entire lifetime without running into Theron. Except…except he controlled her inheritance and contact would be inevitable.
She sighed. She really did like the apartment, but she wasn’t sure she could remain here.
The sound of her door opening didn’t alarm her. Reynolds had been left waiting when she’d only said she’d be a minute. He probably lost patience and was coming to collect her.
Footsteps sounded behind her, and yet she still couldn’t tear her gaze away from the scene below. Maybe it was the normalcy of it all—the promise of an ordered existence where agonizing emotions such as love and jealousy or despair didn’t dictate her every breath.
Firm hands took hold of her shoulders, skimming upward, eliciting a small gasp from her.
“Bella, pethi mou, are you all right? What are you doing here?”
She spun around in surprise and stared up at Theron’s worried eyes.
“I went back to your suite and you were gone. I’m beginning to wonder if my life is going to be a study in never finding you where you’re supposed to be.”
There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but she was puzzled by his words. They made no sense.
“When I called Reynolds and he said you were here, I came right over. But Bella, there is no need of your apartment any longer,” he said calmly.
She held up a hand to his chest, almost afraid to touch him. Her head was spinning a mile a minute, but she needed to understand what he was saying, or what he wasn’t saying.
“I came to see if it was ready for me to move in,” she said simply.
He captured her hand in his and held it in place over his heart. “You won’t be needing this apartment, pethi mou.”
With his other hand, he dipped into his pocket and drew out a small square box. She stared suspiciously at it as he flipped the lid off and let it fall to the floor. Maneuvering still with the one hand, he turned it over and shook out the velvet jeweler’s box. With a few more flips of his fingers, it came open, and a brilliant, sparkling diamond caught the light from the window and flashed in her eyes.
She watched in complete astonishment as he picked up her hand and slid the ring onto her third finger.
“We’ll be married as soon as possible,” he said matter-of-factly.
She shook her head, sure that she must still be in bed back in her suite—dreaming. “I don’t understand,” she stammered.
“We must marry,” he said again, only this time the emphasis was on the must. “You were a virgin…and you could be pregnant,” he finished softly. “I didn’t think…that is I didn’t use protection. For this I am sorry.”
No, she wasn’t dreaming. In her dreams, her marriage proposal had always been somewhat more romantic. But then she was getting precisely what she wanted. It was hard to argue with that, no matter the motivation behind the proposal.
“Okay,” she said quietly.
Relief flashed in his eyes. Had he expected her to argue? Maybe play the martyr and give him a weeping, tragic refusal because he didn’t love her?
He pulled her into his arms, but instead of kissing her, he hugged her tightly. “We should go back to your suite. We have arrangements to make. Unless you’d prefer my penthouse? I’m afraid I’m no more settled in this city than you are, but we’ll remedy that. We can buy a house. Wherever you like.”
She wedged an arm between them and levered herself away. “What about Alannis?”
There was quiet between them finally, and his expression sobered. “She and Sophia are flying back to Greece tomorrow.”
Isabella tried to disguise the flinch. She didn’t want to think of Alannis’s heartbreak or her mother’s disappointment. Neither woman had been anything but kind to her. And now she was the femme fatale. It wasn’t a very good feeling.
She nodded, not wanting to delve too deeply into Alannis. She was a subject better left alone.
The sparkle of the diamond in the sun drew her gaze back to the gorgeous ring adorning her finger. And then she allowed some of the joy to shine on her like the sun beaming through the window.
With a tentative smile, she looked back up at Theron. “You really want to marry me? Okay, scratch that. Bad question. I’m sure you don’t really want to marry me. But you don’t have to. Just so you know. I mean the whole idea of putting a ring on my finger just because I was a virgin and we didn’t use protection—well, it’s archaic. Nobody does that anymore. I mean even if I turned out pregnant, there’s nothing to say we’d have to be married—”
He silenced her with his mouth, pressing his lips to hers in a deep, lustful kiss. For several long seconds, all that she heard was the soft smooching sounds of their lips. She went positively boneless.
Finally he pulled away, his eyes glittering. He may not want to marry her, but she knew his eyes didn’t lie. He wanted her, and he definitely desired her. It was a start.
“Now if we’re through talking nonsense, let’s return to the hotel,” he said huskily.
He didn’t look any different. Isabella watched Theron from across the sitting room of her suite as he went through a myriad of phone calls. First he’d talked to the person she’d rented the apartment from. Then a few business calls had interceded. Now he was back to talking to God-knew-who about flights and planes, and she wasn’t sure what else. Her head was spinning.
Maybe she’d expected him to look…well, she didn’t know. Engaged? But then he’d been engaged for several days. Just not to her.
A knock at the door interrupted her moody dissertation on Theron’s phone calls. Reynolds, who had been going over plans with Theron, strode to the door and opened it.
Isabella couldn’t see who it was with the way Reynolds held the door, but a moment after opening it, he stepped back and glanced over at her.
“Sadie Tilton to see you.”
Isabella made a quick motion with her hand for him to let her in. Sadie popped her head around the door, her eyes filled with caution. They lightened as soon as she saw Isabella and she hurried over to where Isabella sat on the couch.
“What’s going on?” Sadie hissed. “You sounded so weird when you called.”
Isabella didn’t say anything but she raised her hand so that Sadie could see. A quick glance around her told her that Theron wasn’t paying either of them any attention, so involved was he on the phone.
“Oh my God!” Sadie exclaimed as she pounced on Isabella’s hand. “He proposed?”
“Shh, he’s on the phone,” Isabella murmured. “And yes, well, sorta. He didn’t exactly ask. He informed me we were getting married.”
Sadie frowned. “Are you happy about it?”
Isabella smiled. “I will be. He’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“What did he say then? And what about Alannis?”
“Not much. Just that he’d taken my virginity, I could be pregnant and we needed to marry.”
Sadie winced. “Are you sure you want to marry a guy for those reasons? I mean what about love? Or at least a legitimate reason that doesn’t predate this century.”
Isabella looked at her friend and sighed. “I can’t very well make him fall in love with me if we aren’t together, Sadie. Yes, ideally he would love me now, and we’d marry for all the usual reasons, but I have to take what opportunities I’m given. He feels something for me. That much I know. Something that goes beyond simple lust. He just needs time. But
“You’re right, you’re right,” Sadie said in a low voice. “I was just hoping for something more. You’ve dreamed about this for so long. I wanted it to be perfect for you.”
Isabella squeezed Sadie’s hand. “It will be perfect. Maybe not yet, but it will be. The day he says I love you will make everything leading up to it worth it.”
Sadie smiled. “Now that that’s all settled, I have to say thank you. You didn’t have to do it, but at the same time, I’m so grateful.”
Isabella looked at her in puzzlement. “What on earth are you talking about?”
“The apartment, the rent, the account. You know, so I don’t have to go back to work at the club.”
Isabella shook her head.
Sadie frowned. “You didn’t arrange for my apartment to be paid up for the next year?”
“No-o-o….”
The both turned and looked at Theron at the same time.
“Then I don’t suppose you also arranged my meeting with Howard,” Sadie murmured.
“No, I had no idea,” Isabella said softly.
“You’ve got yourself a good man, Bella. Not that I’m fooling myself by thinking he did it for any other reason than he didn’t want you ever going into that place,” she said with a grin.
“He is a good man,” Isabella agreed as she stared across the room at Theron.
As if sensing her perusal, he lifted his gaze, the phone still held to his ear and looked back at her. His eyes smoldered with quiet intensity. Suddenly all Isabella wanted was for everyone to be gone from her room and for it to be only the two of them. In his arms, she could forget a lot. Including that she wasn’t the one he would have chosen as his wife.
“How about I have Reynolds see you home?” Isabella murmured to Sadie.
For a moment Sadie looked startled but then she followed Isabella’s gaze toward Theron and grinned. Sadie leaned forward and hugged Isabella tightly.
“Just don’t leave town without letting me know what’s going on, okay?”
Isabella hugged her back. “I won’t.”
Isabella got up and walked over to where Reynolds stood. “You’ll see her home?” she asked, though it wasn’t a request.
Reynolds looked quickly over at Theron, who evidently heard Isabella because he nodded at Reynolds and made a go gesture with his hand.
Moments later, Isabella closed the door, and for the first time since he’d put his ring on her finger, they were alone. Well, almost. There was still the phone.
Slowly, she walked over to where Theron sat at the desk in front of the window. He looked up, his eyes darkening when she placed her hands on his knees and then straddled him, sliding up against his chest.
He tensed and tried to ward her off as he continued talking, something about figures, finances, hotel plans, blah blah. None of that interested her as much as the possibility of getting Theron naked.
She took the hand he held between them and guided it to her chest, sliding it just inside the neckline of her shirt. He curled his fingers into a fist, as if denying her.
Isabella only smiled and began unbuttoning his shirt from the top down. His voice became noticeably more strained, and he even broke off twice as he seemed to lose his train of thought.
If she were a good fiancée, she’d leave him alone, become invisible while he conducted business and reappear later, but she’d already proven she wasn’t the best at suppressing her own wants. Not when it came to Theron.
As she parted the lapels, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his bare chest. She felt his quick intake of breath, heard his strangled response to whoever it was he was talking to.
She’d give him two more minutes tops. If he resisted beyond then, she’d have to give him credit for being very strong indeed.
Ignoring his disapproving look, she slipped from his lap and went seeking lower, unfastening the button of his pants. Every muscle in his thighs locked and went rigid when her hand caressed his equally rigid erection.
One minute left. Hmm.
She lowered her head as she gently freed him from constraint. When her mouth touched him, she heard his garbled response to whatever the other person on the phone had asked, and then she heard the unmistakable sound of a phone meeting the wall.
She smiled even as he lurched upward, grabbing her under the arms and hauling her into his arms.
A torrent of Greek flew from his mouth as he strode for the bedroom.
“English, Theron,” she said with a laugh.
“Theos, but what are you trying to do to me?” he demanded as he tossed her onto the bed. “I’ll have to ban you from my offices if this is the sort of thing you’ll do when I’m trying to conduct business.”
She tried to suppress the grin as he tore off his shirt and pants and sent them flying.
“Undress,” he said seductively.
She raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that your job?”
He fell forward, landing his hands on either side of her shoulders as he stared down at her. Then he reached for her hands and pulled them over her head, transferring her wrists into one hand so the other was free.
Then he began to unbutton her shirt. His movements were jerky and impatient as he ridded her of every stitch of clothing.
When he was finished, he let go of her hands. “Turn over,” he said.
She looked up in confusion.
His fingers roamed down her nakedness even as he urged her over.
“Do as I say, pethi mou.”
She shivered at the authority in his voice. Maybe she had started this whole thing, but it seemed he intended to finish it.
Carefully she rolled until her belly pressed against the mattress. She tucked her hands high, just over her head as she felt Theron lean down once more.
His fingers danced across the small of her back, and then she realized he was tracing her tattoo. She smiled.
“Do you like it?” she murmured.
“It’s driven me crazy since the first day you walked into my office,” he muttered. “I’ve had the most insane urge to throw you down and trace it with my tongue.”
“There’s nothing stopping you,” she said lazily.
“Indeed not.”
She jumped and closed her eyes when his warm tongue made contact with her skin. He emblazoned a damp trail over the small of her back and then he pressed a kiss right over her spine.
“The fairy is misleading. You should have had a devil tattooed on you.”
She smiled again and rolled over, meeting his smoldering gaze. “And where do you propose this devil go?”
His lips curled into a half smile before he dipped his head and kissed the area right above the soft curls at the juncture of her legs. “Here,” he murmured. “Where only I can enjoy it.”
“Don’t tease me, Theron,” she whispered. “I want you so much.”
“Then take me, Bella.” He spread her legs and covered her with his body. And suddenly he was inside her, deep and full. “Take all of me,” he said hoarsely.
She wrapped arms and legs around him, holding him tight as he filled her again and again. His lips found hers, sweet and warm. She drank from him, took from him, and still she wanted more. She wanted everything he had to give.
This time they came together, an explosion she felt to her very depths. As his body settled comfortably over hers, she sighed in utter contentment.
After a moment he rolled to the side and gathered her in his arms.
“Where did you learn such wickedness, Bella mou?” he asked as she snuggled into the crook of his arm and he stroked his fingers over her shoulder.
She rose up, positioning her elbow underneath so she could look at him. “What do you mean?”
“You were a virgin and yet you seduced me as thoroughly as someone with much more experience.”
She laughed. “Theron, tell me you aren’t one of these men who thinks the presence of a hymen equals complete ignorance on the woman’s part.”
But then given his antiquated views on honor, and the fact that he was marrying her over that thing called a hymen, perhaps it wasn’t such a stretch to believe he thought she should be ignorant of sex.
He looked uncomfortable as he grappled with his answer. “I suppose I thought it unlikely that someone with no experience would be so…”
“Good?” she asked cheekily.
He gave her a look that suggested he wasn’t amused by her teasing.
“I never said I wasn’t experienced,” she said lightly.
He tensed and raised his head to stare at her. “What do you mean by this? Who do you have experience with?”
She laid a hand on his chest. “Now, Theron, stop with the testosterone surge. You’re the only man I’ve ever made love with. Experience can be gained without participation you know.”
“As long as you don’t ever decide to participate with another man,” he said gruffly. “I will teach you everything you need to know.”
She grinned. “And maybe as we’ve previously discussed, there are things I’ll teach you, as well.”
He yanked her to him, and she landed with a soft thud, her lips a breath away from his.
“Is this so? Well then, Bella mou, by all means teach me. I think you’ll find me a willing pupil.”
Sixteen
T heron reached across the seat and buckled Isabella’s belt. She roused sleepily and looked questioningly at him.
“We’ll be landing soon,” he said. “Then we’ll take a helicopter to the island.”
She yawned and nodded, trying to knock some of the sleep fog from her mind. “I’m looking forward to meeting Piers, well officially. I’ve seen him but just once and we didn’t speak,” she said as she shifted in her seat. “Though it’s been so long since I’ve seen Chrysander, it will be like meeting him for the first time all over again. What’s he like?” she asked.
He raised one eyebrow. “What’s who like, pethi mou?”
“Piers,” she said a little grumpily. “You know, the one I just said I hadn’t met.”
He smiled. “You’re not at your best when you first awaken.”
She yawned again and just frowned.
“To answer your question, Piers is…well, he’s Piers,” Theron said with a shrug. “He travels the most of any of us now that Chrysander has settled on the island. He’s flying in from Rio de Janeiro right now where he’s overseeing the building of our new hotel.”
“Married or otherwise attached?”
Theron laughed. “Not Piers. He has an aversion to becoming entangled with any female for more than the length of a casual affair.”
“Did your mother mistreat him?” Isabella asked dryly.
Theron shook his head. “You, Bella mou, have quite a smart wit about you. I’m going to have to think of ways to keep that mouth of yours occupied.”
“And Marley?” she asked as the plane began its descent. Already she could see tiny twinkling lights from the ground. “What’s she like? I admit, I find it hard to imagine a woman who could so easily subdue a man like Chrysander. He always seemed so…hard.”
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