Blackmailed Into the Greek Tycoon's Bed by Carol Marinelli

Author:Carol Marinelli [Marinelli, Carol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781426837784
Google: fJrJ2NjgaAgC
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2008-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

IF SHE’D had sunglasses handy, she’d have put them on. Waking to the brilliant, dazzling light, it took a moment for Karin to orientate herself.

The clock was nudging nine, and even if she had only slept for a few hours it was still the first proper rest that she’d had in ages—and for once she felt wonderful.

Wrapping her dressing gown tightly around her, she headed out to the terrace to join a very surly Xante, who was reading the paper.

‘Thanks for letting me sleep.’

‘No problem. Your luggage has arrived.’ Xante looked up and gave a tight smile at her frown of confusion. ‘I rang ahead on the plane,’ he explained. ‘If the clothes are not suitable, I can send someone out this morning.’

Her smart new luggage had been unpacked and put away and Karin went and flicked through her new wardrobe. Oh, it was more than suitable; his shopper had thought of everything. The wardrobe was filled with gorgeous dresses, two linen suits, underwear that made her eyes water, skirts, pretty tops, shoes and a couple of pretty camisoles. Suddenly feeling rather guilty, Karin wondered if she got to keep them! There was even a pretty white bikini, which Karin hoped she wouldn’t be expected to put on.

Xante had no shame, though.

Dropping his towel, he headed for the pool, and she sat wearily on the bed. Her flimsy gown was wrapped to the neck, and she watched his lithe, toned body doing laps, wondering if he expected her to join him. A knock at the door made her jump, but it was just the waiter arriving with breakfast. Xante carried on swimming. He was so utterly uninhibited, so Mediterranean, that it only accentuated her English awkwardness. Karin busied herself flicking through her new wardrobe, trying not to think about him so close and so naked, trying to decide what would be best to wear for the christening.

‘Don’t bother getting dressed yet,’ Xante drawled with clear intent, climbing out of the water once the waiter had gone. Dripping wet, he walked towards her and, even though she quickly averted her eyes, it was too late—because one look was enough to tell her he was gorgeous. There was just a small smattering of dark hair on his chest that led a dangerous trail down his body. She’d tried to tear her eyes away, but she’d seen him.

Had seen the thick length of him that awaited her later. Her throat felt impossibly tight, her voice too high for normal. She chatted nonsense about whether one tipped the waiters here, and how nice the breakfast looked; anything other than look down! Without a word of response to her nervous twitter, he picked up a towel and wrapped it around his hips, then headed out to the terrace, where Karin followed.

He motioned to the table, to the spread of yoghurts and fruit, and Karin realised then that she was hungry. Stirring berries into yoghurt, she took a sip of the strongest, sweetest coffee she had ever tasted, and promptly settled for juice.

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