His Virgin Mistress by Anne Mather

Author:Anne Mather
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2002-01-05T16:00:00+00:00

It wasn’t until dinner that evening that Demetri encountered Joanna again.

He wasn’t absolutely sure what time she and his father had returned from their outing—Spiro, who had been answering a call from one of their clients when Demetri and his sister had got back, had been annoyingly vague about their whereabouts. He thought they might have driven into Agios Antonis to do some shopping, but he couldn’t be sure. As he’d said, Constantine hadn’t consulted him before leaving the villa.

In consequence Demetri had had to cool his heels until the evening. He hadn’t tried to see his father again before dinner. He was too aware of what he might find if he did. Besides, Spiro had business matters to discuss with him, and until his father was fully recovered—or he allowed Olivia to assist her brother, as she wanted to do—it was Demetri’s responsibility to see that there were no foul-ups in the operating process.

His first thought, when he walked into the salon that evening and found Joanna and his father seated on a sofa, laughing together over a book Constantine had open on his lap, was that she looked even more beautiful than he remembered. In his absence the sun had given a golden glow to her fair skin and added lighter streaks to the pale glory of her hair. She was wearing a thin wraparound gown in shades of dark blue and turquoise that left one shoulder bare and clung to the lissom contours of her shapely body. A soft chignon allowed shining strands of hair to curl about her jawline, drawing his unwilling attention to the high cheekbones and the pure line of her throat. In short, she looked delectable, and Demetri knew an unforgivable urge to stride across the room and drag her away from the possessive arm his father had placed about her waist.

‘Ah, Demetri.’ Constantine greeted him pleasantly, and, despite his misgivings, Demetri was obliged to cross the room and bend to accept the customary salutation. But he drew the line at giving Joanna any kind of welcome, and permitted himself merely a tight smile in her direction.

He saw, to his satisfaction, that she was looking less confident now. Her lids dropped, and she made a play of being absorbed in the book. He realised now that it was a photograph album. Theos, he thought furiously, his father was showing her pictures of himself, Olivia and Alex when they were children. Did he have no shame?

‘You will forgive me if I do not get up,’ Constantine continued, shifting into a more comfortable position on the sofa. ‘We have had rather a busy day, eh, Joanna? And I confess I am a little tired.’

‘Busy, yes,’ murmured Joanna, her eyes flickering briefly to Demetri’s taut face. Then, because Constantine obviously expected more of her, ‘We—er—we’ve been visiting a friend of your father’s.’

‘Marcos Thexia,’ put in Constantine smugly, mentioning the name of his lawyer. ‘And we did a little shopping, too.’ He lifted Joanna’s wrist to display the diamond-studded bracelet that encircled it.

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