by Leah Ashton
But he had also hoped that his siblings would become more responsible and resourceful in his absence.
The steel rod in his spine tightened. ‘It’s not appropriate that a member of staff lives in my villa. Nikos should never have told you that you could move in.’
‘I know it’s not ideal, but all the staff accommodation is full. I promise that I won’t get in your way, and it will only be until the rush of the reopening is over.’
Why was she so keen to stay? ‘The reopening isn’t for another week—why have you moved in now?’
Her bright expression faded. ‘My builder removed my old windows last week, believing that the new ones were to arrive that day, but they didn’t. Now I’ve no windows. I didn’t really mind, but the guesthouse is single-storey and one morning I woke to find a herd of goats staring at me in bed. It was pretty terrifying. I couldn’t sleep after that.’
Thrown by the laughter that danced at the back of his throat at a vision of Georgie Jones awaking to a herd of the local inquisitive goats, Loukas picked up the bronze paperweight he had inherited from his father. His fingers traced the raised profile of a turtle while he tried to clear his head of that image and consider what he should do.
He would need a PA—especially in the coming week. But the last thing he needed was an employee who might be a distraction for Nikos. He should get rid of Georgie. But to do so would only give his siblings more ammunition for them to rally against him and complain about his lack of heart. Anyway, he couldn’t bring himself to pack her off home to a house with no windows. His lips twitched as he pictured her waking to see the staring goats.
‘Like I said, I couldn’t help but overhear about your need for a wife... I might be able to help you.’
His head snapped up. ‘Are you offering?’
Her mouth dropped open. It was hard not to be offended by the horror in her eyes.
‘Heavens, no—I’m not the marrying kind, and anyway I heard your requirements. I’m not sure I fulfil any of them.’
She tilted her head and he saw a glimpse of astute calculation in her eyes before she gave him a bright smile.
‘But I do have an extensive network of friends throughout Europe as well as here on Talos... Suitable women who might be interested in meeting with you. Employ me and you not only get a PA but also your own in-house matchmaker.’
This mermaid was full of surprises. Intrigued, he asked, ‘Have you any actual experience in matching people?’
‘I’ve set up a lot of successful blind dates in the past... And last summer I attended the wedding of a colleague from Malaga and my car mechanic, who I got together.’
Was he so desperate that he was seriously considering employing a woman dressed as a mermaid to be his PA and matchmaker? In a word: yes. The current owners were giving him a month to complete his purchase of the convent. After that they would sell to the next bidder.
Never slow to make a decision, he said, ‘Okay, here’s the deal: I’ll employ you until I can recruit a replacement PA. If by some miracle you manage to find me a woman who will happily live here on Talos, who understands that our marriage will be one of convenience, is successful in her career and prepared to play a senior role in the Christou Group, and who is tough, especially when dealing with people, then I’ll pay you two months’ wages as a bonus.’
He gestured to the paperwork on his desk.
‘I have work to do. I’ll see you here tomorrow morning at seven.’
She made a face. ‘What about love?’
‘It’s not part of the equation.’
By the puzzlement in her expression he could see that he needed to explain further.
‘I’m marrying for two reasons, Ms Jones. To fulfil a clause that is present in the lease of an Italian hotel I wish to purchase, and to have someone who will assist me in the day-to-day operation of the business, with a specific focus on people management and supporting me in managing my family.’
Georgie eyed him dubiously for a moment. ‘Am I right in assuming that a marriage contract would be drawn up?’
‘My legal director is working on it at the moment. It will be a two-year contract with a generous salary and bonus package.’
She shrugged. ‘It’s not conventional...but who knows? It might work for the right woman. Someone who would like the opportunity to be part of the Christou Group.’
She moved forward and shook his hand firmly.
‘I’m looking forward to working here,’ she said. Then she turned to leave and slowly, oh, so slowly, took tiny steps towards the door.
He tried to go back to his paperwork. But his eyes refused to obey.
She flicked her head and for a moment he caught a glimpse of the knot holding her bikini top beneath the heavy weight of her long hair. His fingers itched with the impulse to pull at that string. To undress this mermaid.
At the door she wobbled as she turned to him. And then, with that oh, so sweet and cheery smile, warm hazel eyes twinkling, she said, ‘See you bright and early.’
When she had disappeared from view he stood and stared out towards the Saronic Gulf.
He needed to focus on what mattered. Successfully relaunching The Korinna. Getting his family functioning again. Finding himself a wife.
Why, then, did he get the feeling he was going to struggle to ignore his new PA?
Copyright © 2018 by Katrina Cudmore
ISBN-13: 9781488089404
The Prince’s Fake Fiancée
First North American publication 2018
Copyright © 2018 by Leah Ashton
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