Powerful Greek, Unworldly Wife by Sarah Morgan

Author:Sarah Morgan
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2010-05-10T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

MILLIE felt sicker and sicker. Wishing the baby would wake up and rescue her, she pushed the food from one side of her plate to the other, unable to face the thought of challenging her churning stomach by eating.

Candles flickered on the centre of the table and the silence of the warm evening was disturbed only by the insistent chirping of the cicadas and the occasional splash as birds skimmed the beautiful infinity pool, stealing water.

Across from her, Leandro said nothing. He lounged with masculine grace, his relaxed stance in direct contrast to her own mounting agitation. He wore a casual polo shirt, the simplicity of his clothing somehow accentuating his raw masculinity. Whatever he wore, he looked spectacular,

she thought helplessly, putting her fork down and giving up the pretence of eating. The beauty was in the man himself, not in the way he presented himself. It didn’t matter whether his powerful shoulders were showcased by an elegantly cut dinner jacket or a piece of simple cotton fabric, Leandro was all man. And that fact simply increased the churning in her stomach.

Or perhaps it was just because she was now more conscious than ever of the differences between her and the women he usually mixed with.

Had he had an affair?

The question played on her mind over and over again, a relentless torment fed by her own massive insecurities.

It was typical that he didn’t try and put her at her ease,

she thought desperately. He was so confident himself, he never thought that someone else might not be so comfortable in a situation.

“Alyssa must have been slaving all day,’ she said, making polite conversation. “The food is fantastic.’

“Then why aren’t you eating any of it?’

“I’m not that hungry.’

Leandro leaned across and spooned some creamy tzatsiki

onto her plate. “When I first met you, you were always hungry. When I took you out to dinner, you ate three courses.’

“I had a very physical job,’ Millie said defensively. “I worked on a farm. If I didn’t eat properly, I would have passed out.’

Leandro sat back in his chair, watching her across the table. “Now I’ve upset you and I have no idea why.’

“You were criticising me.’

He tilted his head and she could see him rerunning the conversation through his brain. “Exactly how and when did I criticise you?’

“You complained that I ate three courses, and”’

“It wasn’t a complaint. It was a comment.’

“Same thing.’

“No, Millie,’ he said gently, an ironic gleam in his eyes. “It is not

the same thing.’

“You mix with women who don’t eat.’ She ignored the food he’d put on her plate. “In the circles you move in, eating is a bigger sin than adultery or wearing the wrong shade of pink. All

the women are thin. A visible rib cage is as much a status symbol as a pair of Jimmy Choos. So when you point out I ate three courses, what am I supposed to think?’

His gaze was thoughtful. “You could think that the fact that you enjoy food and eating is one of the things I like about you.

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