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Dammit!
Dragging his thoughts out of the gutter, he saw they were back at the office and Jane was already opening drawers in the desk. ‘It has to be here somewhere,’ she was muttering to herself, and, pausing in the doorway, Demetri treated himself to the pleasure of just watching her. She was so lovely, so feminine, and it was many weeks since he’d had a woman in his bed.
Once again, he forced his eyes away from her. For heaven’s sake, he chided himself, what was wrong with him? His father wasn’t here now, so he couldn’t excuse his behaviour on the grounds of provoking the old man. And it wasn’t as if there was any shortage of women in his life. Being a wealthy man in his own right, and Leonides Souvakis’heir, opened many bedroom doors.
Of course, Jane was totally unaware of what he was thinking. She had no idea that images of her, spread-eagled beneath him, were occupying his thoughts. Thankfully, she couldn’t read his mind or she wouldn’t be bending over her desk like that, giving him a tantalising glimpse of her small, but very provocative, breasts.
‘Where on earth can it be?’ she was asking, but she was talking to herself, not to him. She pulled open the drawers again, one after the other, riffling through their contents with unflattering haste. It was obvious she wanted rid of him and that was a novelty in itself. ‘It’s got to be here somewhere. Olga gave it to me before she left. Just after—just after that person from your office phoned. I was sure I’d put it—ouch!’
Her cry of pain interrupted her and Demetri, who was still standing in the doorway, now came swiftly round the desk to her side. ‘What have you done?’
There was blood on her finger and, without even thinking about it, he brought her hand to his mouth. He’d licked the wound clean before he realised she was gazing up at him with startled eyes, and he knew it was far too late to pretend ignorance of how his action might be interpreted.
‘Signomi,’ he said at once. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.’
‘No, you shouldn’t.’ She was indignant and it was painfully apparent that she didn’t welcome the intimacy. ‘It was stupid of me to make a fuss. It’s only a paper cut.’ She drew her fingers away and examined the injury for herself. ‘I’ll put a plaster on it and it’ll be fine.’
Demetri inclined his head, stepping back to allow her to take what was apparently her handbag from a drawer of the filing cabinet and search it for plasters. A film of moisture appeared on her upper lip as she did so and he wondered if she was quite as indifferent to him as she’d have him believe.
Whatever, he chided himself, he hadn’t come here to start an affair with the woman. He’d only been trying to protect his father’s interests, that was all.
But that was such a lie! He had wanted to see her again. He might as well admit it. And that was when he’d thought she was a buttoned-up art student. Now, in feminine clothes and with an attitude he could cut with a knife, she was absolutely fascinating.
She’d found a plaster and, after discovering he was still watching her, she offered him a tight smile. ‘I’m always getting paper cuts,’ she said, peeling off the protective covering and attempting to apply the plaster to her finger. ‘I sometimes think I should wear rubber gloves.’
‘And hide those pretty hands?’ Demetri shook his head and then, risking another rebuke, he took the plaster from her. ‘Etho, let me,’ he said softly, using both hands to accomplish his task. He smoothed the plaster around her finger and smiled in satisfaction. ‘Poli kalitera. Much better, no?’
Jane looked down at their joined hands and then gave a helpless little shrug. ‘Yes. Thank you.’ She blew out a nervous breath. ‘Now, if you’ll let me go, I’ll get your package.’
Demetri’s eyes held hers for a long, loaded moment before his hand fell to his side. ‘If that’s what you want, of course.’
Her lips parted. ‘It’s what you want, isn’t it?’
Demetri’s lips twisted. ‘Oh, you have no idea what I want, Ms Lang.’
She sucked in a breath. Then, as if waking from a dream, she whirled away, shoving her bag into the filing cabinet and turning quickly back to the desk.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
BUT almost against her will it seemed, her eyes were drawn back to his. ‘What do you want, Mr Souvakis?’ she asked a faint tremor evident in her voice. ‘If you’re looking for a one-night stand, I should tell you: I don’t sleep around.’
Demetri couldn’t help but admire her candour even if an involuntary exclamation spilled from his lips at her words. ‘Nor do I, thespinis,’ he said with mild indignation. ‘And have I asked you to sleep with me? Forgive me, I do not recall making any such request.’
