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Sometimes she couldn’t fathom how lucky she was: Serena was safe and secure, and receiving the best treatment, and Siena was fulfilling a lifelong ambition to be independent. Well, she qualified, as independent as she could be with a dominant alpha male lover who resented everything that took her away from him. Even though, as she’d pointed out heatedly, he didn’t count his work in that equation…
She got up and went to the rack to get her coat. She looked out of the window. A spurt of desire heated her insides when she saw a familiar silver sports car and Andreas standing beside it, phone to his ear.
She hadn’t seen him in two days as he’d been in New York on business.
She’d been working here for almost a month now, but he insisted on picking her up every day, or having his driver do it.
He’d grumbled in bed the other morning at dawn, ‘I want you to come with me. Why do you insist on working when you don’t have to?’
Siena had rolled her eyes. It was a familiar argument, but she stuck to her guns, not wanting to lay out in bald language that one day, when Andreas stopped desiring her, she’d be on her own again.
He was the one who had patiently helped her put together a CV which flagrantly glossed over the fact that she had no bona fide qualifications. He’d pulled her close on his lap and they’d sat in his study in front of his computer. ‘Anyway, it doesn’t matter,” he’d said. “You’ll walk into the office and they’ll all be drooling too hard to even notice what’s on your CV…’
Siena had punched him playfully, hating the see-saw emotions that still gripped her in his presence. It was different this time. He was different. Not more open, exactly—he always kept a piece of himself back—but she was seeing a side to him now that made her fall for him a little more each day. He was lighter, made her laugh.
It reminded her painfully of what it had been like the evening they’d met in Paris, before the world had crashed down around them. She resolutely pushed aside the painful knowledge that for him it had just been an opportunity…
When she’d got the job, after two rounds of interviews, Andreas had surprised her by cooking a traditional Greek dinner and producing a bottle of champagne with a flourish.
Siena could see him now, looking at the door of her building with barely disguised impatience, and hurriedly put on her coat and got her bag. As she went downstairs she reflected that Andreas still hadn’t ever really opened up to her about his personal life. After mentioning his family the last time, and the way he’d shut down, she didn’t like to bring it up.
After all, she thought a little bleakly, what was the point? It wasn’t as if she was ever likely to become a more permanent fixture in Andreas’s life.
When she got outside the breath stuck in her throat at the narrow-eyed, heavy-lidded look he gave her. She wasn’t unaware of the interest of women passing by, and a fierce surge of possessiveness gripped her. A primal reaction of a woman to her mate.
He put his phone in his pocket and caught her to him, slanting his mouth across hers in a kiss that was not designed for public consumption. Siena didn’t care, though. Two days felt like two months, and she arched her body into his and fisted her hands in his hair.
When he pulled away he chuckled and said, ‘Miss me, then?’
Siena blushed. She was so raw around him. She affected an airy look and said, ‘Not at all. How long were you gone anyway?’
The ease that had built up between them in the past few weeks made Siena feel dizzy sometimes. It was so different from how it had been before.
Andreas scowled. ‘You’ll pay for that. Later.’
He stepped back and opened the car door, letting Siena get in. She took a deep breath, watching him walk around the car with that powerful, leonine grace, and her belly somersaulted.
When he got in she felt unaccountably shy. ‘My boss came and told me today that I might be getting a promotion—moving up to work with someone as a personal secretary within another month.’
Andreas looked at her and put a large hand on her leg, under her skirt,
inched it up. ‘I can offer you a promotion if you want—to my bed.’
Siena rolled her eyes and stopped Andreas’s hand with her own—mostly because she was embarrassed by how turned on she already was.
‘I’m already in your bed. You know I’m not going to give up my job…’
Andreas rolled his eyes and put his hand back on the wheel. ‘At least they won’t be demanding your attention over the weekend. You’re mine for the next forty-eight hours, DePiero.’
Siena noticed then that they weren’t taking the turn for where he lived in Mayfair and asked idly, ‘Where are we going?’
Andreas glanced at her and looked a little sheepish.
Instantly Siena’s eyes narrowed. ‘Andreas Xenakis, what are you up to?’
He sighed. ‘We’re going to Athens for the weekend.’ As if he could see her start to protest he held up a hand and said, ‘I promise you’ll be back at your desk by nine on Monday morning.’
‘But I don’t have anything with me—do you have to go to a function?’
