Stranded with Her Greek Tycoon by Kandy Shepherd

Author:Kandy Shepherd [Shepherd, Kandy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-11-15T15:59:45+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

HAYLEY WOKE TO a cold morning light flooding through the open doors of the balcony. And a cold morning breeze wafting towards the bed that made her shiver and tug the duvet over her shoulders.

The glass doors to the balcony had been flung open. Cristos stood framed by the doorway, looking out to sea with his back to her and his arms outstretched, as if making a homage to the morning. He wore just his T-shirt and boxers. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and the best butt she had ever seen on a man. Not that she had ever actually seen another man’s butt clad in just underwear—knit cotton boxers that emphasised hard male buttocks and muscular thighs—to compare but she could not believe any other man could compete. It was a fine view to wake up to.

She reached out a hand to the rumpled sheets beside her. The high-thread-count linen was still warm. He must not be long out of bed—her side of the bed.

She had slept the night with her soon-to-be-ex-husband.

How warm and comforting it had been with him spooned against her. Yet she was glad it had not led to more. Today she would be flying more than fifteen thousand kilometres back to her life in Sydney.

Cristos would like Sydney.

Perhaps he could come visit. Perhaps—

‘You’re awake.’ Cristos turned to face her. ‘Come see.’

The doors to the balcony had been shuttered the night before. Yes, she would like to see the view. She checked to see if her pyjama top had slid open in the night then slipped into her robe and the too-big slippers before heading to join him.

It was the first time she had seen Cristos in the morning for a long, long time. Her heart flipped over inside her at the sight of his handsome, once so beloved face.

His black hair was all ruffled and standing up in peaks. She had to shove her hands in her dressing-gown pockets to stop herself from reaching up to smooth it into place. His beard had grown overnight to shadow his jaw, a look she had always found incredibly sexy. She ached to stroke the roughness that contrasted with his smooth olive skin elsewhere, but kept her hands fisted firmly in her pockets. His extraordinary green eyes, framed with thick black lashes, still looked sleepy, half lidded and sensual.

This was her Cristos. Not the Cristos she’d had to share with his fans. The man no one else saw, though they’d strived to give a taste of intimate, early-morning bedroom Cristos in countless photographic shoots and commercials. The captured images had come nowhere near the heart-rendingly beautiful reality of the man.

For a moment, she thought he was going to lean down and kiss her and she was unsure how she would react.

Kiss him back and drag him over to the bed?

But the moment passed. Cristos stood aside to give her access to the balcony. Icy air needled her face. She soon saw the reason why. ‘Snow,’ she breathed.

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