The Greek Tycoon’s Convenient Mistress

by Lynne Graham

  Injured pride and deep pain warred inside Hope and produced anger. 'Andreas… I don't see any point in you being here. I've nothing more to say to you.' 'You approached me first.'

  'Yes and I said what I had to say.' Her heart-shaped face pale with strain, Hope folded her arms in a jerky movement.

  'But I've barely got warmed up,' Andreas fenced, leaning into the apartment to call, 'Vanessa.’ Startled, Hope exclaimed, 'Why are you-' Her friend strolled out to the hall.

  'I was convinced you would not be far. Hope and I are going out.'

  'No, we're not. I have a train to catch,' Hope protested.

  'I should be in Athens right now and you screwed it up for me,' Andreas delivered, lean, strong face taut with fortitude.

  Hope was laced with equal determination. 'I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm not even speaking to you.'

  'That's not a problem,' Andreas drawled, smooth as silk. 'I'm perfectly happy to do all the talking. I enjoy it when people just listen to me.'

  'I'd know that without even hearing you,' Vanessa chipped in.

  If her friend had been hoping to put Andreas out of countenance, she had misjudged her man. Ablaze with confidence and purpose, Andreas vented an appreciative laugh. 'Good.'

  His amusement cut through Hope's sensitive skin like a knife. That was how much her current crisis meant to Andreas Nicolaidis. He had refused to credit that the baby was his and he didn't really need to care about her predicament. She studied him with helpless intensity. Getting by without him was agony and seeing him only increased her craving to be with him again. She had to get over that.

  'I don't want to see you… or have anything to do with you,' Hope breathed unevenly, and she reached forward and slowly, carefully closed the front door in his darkly handsome face.

  'I can't believe you just did that!' Vanessa gasped, wide-eyed. 'He's the love of your life and your idol!'

  'I need to cultivate better taste. That was the first step and overdue.' Hope retreated back to her bedroom to retrieve her bag. She felt as if she were bleeding to death. She wanted to run out the door and chase after him like a faithful pet. For the very first time she was learning to say no to Andreas and it did not feel good to go against her own nature. In fact it hurt like hell.

  Four hours later, she was climbing out of a taxi clutching the key for the picturesque country cottage that belonged to the Fitzsimmons and Campbell families. It lay down a leafy lane and was sheltered by tall, glossy hedges of laurel. Cottage was a bit of a misnomer for a property containing more than half a dozen bedrooms. It was a substantial house.

  In the charming bedroom she chose for herself below the overhanging eaves she looked out over the back garden towards the gentle winding river and the open countryside beyond. The silence and the sense of peace were wonderful. Her train had been packed and noisy and she had not initially been able to get a seat. Exhaustion was making her droop.

  'Carrying a baby is a tiring business,' the doctor had warned her. 'You have to be sensible and take extra rest if you need it.'

  It didn't help that it had been weeks since she had benefited from an unbroken night of sleep. Bad dreams and worries had haunted her. Shedding her clothes where she stood, she pulled on a thin white cotton nightdress and sank between the sheets on the comfortable bed as heavily as a rock settling in silt.

  Wakening refreshed the following morning, Hope felt her mood lift in tune with the sunshine filtering through the curtains. It was a beautiful day. She put on a light summer dress, attempted unsuccessfully to suck her tummy in and still breathe, and finally went downstairs to satisfy her ravenous appetite for food. She blessed Vanessa when she found that the fridge already contained a few basic foodstuffs. A local woman acted as caretaker and Vanessa had evidently contacted her.

  Hope ate her toast on the sun-drenched terrace beside the river and then allowed herself five olives. She had so many decisions to make. But her friend had been right on one score; whether or not to keep her child was not one of them. She had the lucky advantage of being cushioned by the cash her brother had given her. Only now she was no longer sure of what to do with that money. Perhaps putting it into property might be the wisest move.

  Her business plans would have to go on the back burner for a while. Too many new businesses failed. Having a child to care for would change her priorities. She was less keen to take on financial risk. Setting up a viable enterprise to craft handmade bags and employing even a couple of workers would always have been a risky venture. But to set herself such a task with a new baby on the way and single parenthood looming would be downright foolhardy.

  Ben arrived when she was working on new ideas for bags, an exercise that never failed to relax her. Lost in creative introspection, she did not hear his car arriving. When she glanced up, she just saw Ben standing at the corner of the house watching her. Thrusting aside her sketch pad, she scrambled up, taut with apprehension. With his fair hair fashionably tousled into spikes and his green eyes usually serious, he had a rakish, boyish attraction, she acknowledged. He wasn't a bad kisser either. Only her heart didn't go bang-bang-bang when she saw him and the almost sick-with-excitement sensation, which she associated with Andreas, did not happen for her around Ben.

  'You didn't need to come down to see me,' she said awkwardly.

  'I did.' Ben dug restive hands deep into his pockets. 'You should have been the one to tell me about the baby.'

  'Vanessa didn't give me the chance.' Hope sighed. 'This was one of the times when she should've minded her own business. She made me feel like I had no place in your life.' Ben subjected her anxious face to a rueful appraisal. 'I'm not going to pretend that this development hasn't knocked me for six…it has. But however this pans out, we'll still be friends.'

  Her soft mouth wobbled and she compressed it. But it was no good, her eyes overflowed and with a sound that veered between a laugh and a sob, she groaned. 'The slightest thing brings tears to my eyes at the minute. It's so embarrassing… please ignore me!'

  Ben draped a comforting arm round her shoulders but he did not draw her close as he would have done only days earlier. 'You've had a rough week. Don't be so hard on yourself. Vanessa says that you and Andreas are engaged in major hostilities. That's my fault.'

  'How can it possibly be your fault?'

  'I could've put him right about us a couple of months back but I didn't see why I should. I wanted a chance with you and if you stayed with your Greek tycoon, I wasn't going to get it. I took advantage. I'm admitting it,' Ben said bluntly. 'But even I draw the line at continuing to muddy the water when you're expecting his kid! That has to be sorted out.'

  Ben insisted on taking her down to the medieval pub in the village and treating her to lunch. His unexpected plain common sense had left her conscience uneasy. Her own behaviour seemed less sensible. Feeling horribly hurt and humiliated, she had shut the door in Andreas's face and refused to talk to him. It might have been what Andreas deserved and it might have made her feel less like a doormat, but important issues still had to be resolved. Andreas could not be allowed to retain the impression that Ben might have fathered her child. She was not to blame for the misunderstanding. But for Ben's sake and for the baby's, she needed to keep on trying to ensure that Andreas accepted the truth.

  Early evening that same day, Andreas brought the' powerful Lamborghini to a throaty halt in front of the thatched cottage. He had leant on Vanessa until she had buckled and told him where Hope was. Hope might well be in need of a break in which to recoup her energies, but he was not willing to accept that she had to be protected from him. Even though he had missed a family christening in Athens, he was feeling good about what he was doing. In fact he was aware of a general improvement in his mood. That was no surprise to him. When had he ever done anything quite so unselfish? Naturally he was proud of himself. Although Hope had no claim on him and even less right to his consideration, he had set aside his perfectly justifiable anger and understandable distaste to check that
she was all right.

  Hope clambered out of the bath because she was terrified of falling asleep in the water. Wrapping her streaming body in a velour towel imprinted with zoo animals, she padded back into the bedroom. From the low window there she saw Andreas springing out of an elegant long, low silver car. He hit the knocker on the front door.

  'Oh, heck…' Her first glance was into the mirror to note that, yes, her hair was damp and messy and piled on top of her head where it was anchored by a canary-yellow band. And her face was hot pink. And nobody was ever likely to suggest that her figure was enhanced by a bulky towel in primary colours. Was her tummy really that…? She flipped sideways and wished she hadn't bothered. Sometimes ignorance could be bliss.

  Yet even in profile, Andreas looked stunning, his bold, bronzed features vibrant with dark, intrinsically male beauty. Tall and well built, he emanated powerful energy. Her hand flew up to tug off the band restraining her hair. In a panic, she finger-combed the resulting tangle. The door knocker went a second time. Breathless and reckless as a teenager, terrified he would decide she was out and leave if she did not hurry, she raced down the stairs as though her feet had wings and dragged open the door.

  His dark, deep-set gaze narrowed below thick black lashes and roamed from the lush pink cupid's bow of her mouth to the voluptuous creamy swell of her breasts. Not even the sight of a pink elephant marching across the towel could dim Andreas's appreciation of her fabulous shape. His eyes flared to smouldering gold.

  Her mouth ran dry. 'How did you find out where I was?'

  'Vanessa told me.'

  Hope was amazed. 'She did?'

  'I said I was concerned about you. That unnerved her. Suddenly she didn't want the responsibility of withholding information from me,' Andreas explained lazily.

  'I'm glad… we do need to talk,' Hope conceded quietly, backing towards the stairs. 'If you wait in the sitting room, I'll get dressed.'

  'Why bother?' Andreas was tracking her every tiny move with keen male attention.

  'Because I'm not wearing enough clothes,' she mumbled uncertainly, finding it incredibly hard to concentrate beneath Andreas's steady appraisal. 'You're not wearing any,' Andreas contradicted huskily. 'Do you hear me complaining?'

  'Don't talk like that,' she begged, her tension rising because she knew she wanted him to talk like that to her. In fact her protest was a truly appalling lie when she knew that more than anything else in the world at that moment she wanted him to kiss her.

  Her retreat from the door had exposed the jacket slung down carelessly across the window seat. Andreas treated the garment to a fulminating scrutiny. His hard jaw line clenched taut. 'Whose jacket is that? Daddy Bear's?'

  Disconcerted, Hope followed the path of his eyes.

  Her fine brows pleated when she saw that Ben, who had departed a couple of hours earlier, had forgotten to take his jacket with him.

  'Hope?' Andreas prompted icily. 'That's a man's jacket.'

  Never in her life until then had Hope been so tempted to tell a lie for the sake of peace. While she was wondering whether an elderly gardener with expensive tastes could be the likely owner of a designer leather jacket, time ran out.

  'Is Campbell here?' Andreas slung at her wrathfully. 'Upstairs in the bedroom?'

  Hope exploded into emotive speech, 'No, of course not. He's not here but he would have every right to be if he wanted to be! Vanessa may have given me permission to be here but the cottage belongs to her family and Ben's.'

  Andreas paced forward a step. His lean, strong face was set like stone, his brilliant eyes hard as steel. 'When was Campbell here?'

  'That's none of your business,' Hope dared shakily. His intent gaze flared to a volatile gold. 'You made it my business again. Either you're with him or you're alone. If you're still with him, I want to know about it!'

  'I'm not discussing Ben with you. You have no right to ask me these questions.'

  'If you're still involved with Campbell, why did you approach me?' Andreas launched at her in raw condemnation.

  Hope lifted her head high, turquoise eyes dark with stress. 'This is your baby. It's got nothing to do with Ben, so just leave him out of things.'

  'That's a fantasy… I finished with you months ago. How the hell could it be my baby?' Andreas thundered at her in fierce frustration.

  Hope flinched from the violence flaring like a silent lightning strike in the atmosphere. 'In another week, I'll be six months pregnant. Six months ago I hadn't even met Ben Campbell.'

  Andreas had fallen very still. He fixed sceptical eyes on her and stared. 'You can't be six months pregnant.'

  'The doctor says that some women… of my build,' she selected with care, 'don't look like they're expecting until the last couple of months.'

  His normal healthy colour noticeably absent below his bronzed skin, Andreas coiled his restive hands into powerful fists and half lifted his arms in emphasis. 'There's no way you can be six months pregnant,' he repeated, less stridently it was true, but the repetition of that assurance broke the thin hold she had on her control.

  'Isn't there?' Hope gasped, angry pink blooming in her cheeks. 'You could not be more wrong. Furthermore, if it's anyone's fault I'm going to be a mother, it's yours!'

  'Mine?' Andreas echoed. 'You start telling me this crazy story-'

  'What crazy story would that be? You got me pregnant. Who was it who said that he would take care of the precautions?' Hope shouted at him in a tempestuous fury of frustration and pain. 'Who assured me that I could safely leave everything to you? And then who didn't bother when it didn't suit him? In the shower, in the middle of the night, on the bathroom floor… that time in the limo.'

  A slow, dulled rise of blood below his olive skin demarcated the superb slant of his high cheekbones 'How is it that you took that kind of risk with me? Over and over again? How is it that you then have the cheek to repeatedly insist that some other man must be the father of my child? You've got a very short memory, Andreas.'

  'No… I remember that time in the limo,' Andreas breathed thickly, fabulous golden eyes not quite focused, a frown line between his ebony brows as though he were literally looking back through time. 'I had flown in from Oslo… I called you to meet me… that…that was pretty much unforgettable.'

  Her small fingers curved like talons into her palms. 'I'm so glad it was memorable enough for you to recall.'

  Andreas studied her stomach as covertly as he could. But he could not look away. His baby. It could be; it might be. He was in shock. 'Now that you've said how far along this pregnancy is, I can see there's a stronger possibility that the baby is mine.'

  'You're so generous,' Hope said in a small, tightly restrained voice.

  'I'll still want DNA testing after the child's born,' Andreas assured her, not wishing to seem a pushover while he skimmed his gaze over Ben Campbell's jacket. His stubborn jaw line hardened. He still had to deal with Campbell. He wasn't prepared to accept Campbell's inclusion in any comer of the picture. A miniature Nicolaidis, a son or daughter, his first child, his baby would soon be born. It was amazing how different a slant that put on things.

  Pale and stiff, Hope inwardly cringed at the threat of DNA tests. He would take nothing on trust. All over again, she felt hurt and humiliated. 'That's up to you but it won't be necessary.'

  'What's the state of play between you and Campbell?'

  Hope coloured in embarrassment and compressed her lips. 'Take a guess.'

  The inference that her pregnancy had wrecked her affair with Campbell put Andreas on a high. Satisfaction zinged through him in an adrenalin rush. He had to resist the urge to smile in triumph. 'I imagine you don't qualify as ideal playmate material with my baby inside you.'

  'Ben doesn't see me in that light. He's a friend.' 'Whereas I never wanted to be your friend,' Andreas incised with a look of unashamed challenge in his clear gaze. 'I wanted you in my arms, by my side and in my bed. I didn't feed you any rubbish lines about friendship.'

  'N
or did you mention the fact that you thought of me as your mistress.'

  'Labels aren't important.' Andreas angled back his arrogant dark head, refusing to award her the point. 'Many women would be proud to be called my mistress.'

  'But you knew I wouldn't be proud because you never once mentioned that word to me until after we broke up,' Hope reminded him doggedly.

  Andreas strolled with fluid grace across the hall. 'Don't argue with me. There is no longer any need. For the moment I will accept your word that the child you carry is mine.'

  Hope shifted a casual shoulder as if the matter were immaterial to her. However, grudging though his concession was, it was a source of great relief to her. 'Why did it take you so long to realise you were pregnant?' he questioned.

  'I didn't pick up on the signs. I had too much else on my mind over the last few months.'

  'That's all in the past,' Andreas asserted, gazing down at her. She met dark golden eyes and her tummy turned a somersault in response. The beginnings of a smile chased the ruthless quality from his beautifully sculpted mouth. Her heart began to beat to a very fast tempo.

  'You've been very unhappy, pedhimou.'

  She nodded in uncertain agreement. She was struggling to drag her attention from him but she was mesmerised by the sexual spell he could cast without even trying. A helpless rush of yearning shimmered through her. It had been so long. Her breasts stirred below the towel, her rosy nipples becoming prominent. An embarrassing ache pulsed between her thighs and her face burned with shamed awareness.

  'I like what I do to you,' Andreas confessed huskily. 'But you have very much the same effect on me.'

  'Do I?' She gave way then to her weakness and let herself touch him again. Her fingers fluttered up to smooth across a hard, taut masculine cheekbone and then flirted with his luxuriant black hair. The wonderfully familiar scent of him that close intoxicated her. Her legs felt wobbly.