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She'd been so sure she could keep deep emotions out of this thing between them.
Boy, had she been wrong about that.
Rowan's heart was fully engaged while she suspected Lysander's was still firmly locked behind the protective barriers he'd never let down.
The fear that he was growing bored with her that she'd managed to banish aboard ship came rushing back. She'd convinced herself that his distant behavior had been due to how busy he'd been de-toothing the bite of his enemies.
Now, she questioned that belief.
Because there were no more enemies to crush into corporate dust and he was just as distant, if not more so. At least he hadn't told her about any further threats. She only had one bodyguard assigned to her now though. Which supported her belief that it was back to life as usual for her tycoon.
Was he hers though? While he still called herglikia mou, his sweet, he hadn't used the more intimate and meaningful termyineka mou, his woman, since their return to Athens. Not even during sex.
Deciding she needed a break from her disquieting thoughts, Rowan accepted her coworker's invitation to get drinks after work.
"I believe Mr. Baros plans to be home this evening," Klaus told Rowan when she informed him of her plans.
So, he had time to text his security, but not her? "If he expected me to be there as well, I’m sure he would have let me know."
Ignoring Klaus's frown, Rowan joined her coworkers on the walk to the bar. Drinks turned into dinner, and she didn't get back to the villa until after nine.
She found Lysander in his inner sanctum, a laptop on his lap and the television playing international news in the background.
"You have a real problem relaxing, don't you?" she asked with a shake of her head as she dropped her oversized purse on the floor near one end of the sectional.
Lysander glared at her hold-all like it offended him. "Are you going to leave that there?"
"Until I need it again tomorrow morning, yes. Why? Is there somewhere else you'd rather I put it?"
"Your closet." His tone implied she should realize that was the appropriate place to store her bag.
Her pleasant buzz from her evening was disappearing like the mist. "Okay," she said drawing out both syllables. "If it bothered you, you could have said something before."
"I'm saying something now."
"Noted." She picked up the bag and headed out of the room to stow it upstairs in her closet.
"Where are you going?" he asked, sounding surly.
"To put my purse away, like you so pleasantly told me to."
"Petulance doesn't become you."
"I'm not being petulant. Iwasbeing sarcastic because you havenotbeen pleasant, but I am also adult enough to respect your wish for me not to clutter your home with my things. Now, if you will excuse me."
"It is your home too." Take surly and add it to supremely irritated and throw in a dash of righteous indignation and that was Lysander's tone now.
Her patience about used up, Rowan gritted her teeth and nodded. Because right now? This didn't feel like her home so much as somewhere she was staying on sufferance.
"Put it away later. I haven't seen you all day."
"It's hardly the first time this week." It was in fact, the first time he'd gotten back to the villa before she went to bed since the weekend. "I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed."
"Is that an invitation?" He stood, his masculine presence dominating and intense.
Her lady parts immediately pulsed with heat and wetness flooded her panties.
Refusing to show how easily he got to her, she forced a casual shrug. "You're welcome to join me. You can work on your laptop while I read."
