Anetakis.Tycoons.02.The.Tycoon's.Rebel.Bride.2009 by Banks Maya

Author:Banks, Maya [Banks, Maya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silhouette Desire
Published: 0100-12-31T22:00:00+00:00

“Isabella, are you all right?” Sophia asked in concern when they walked up.

Isabella offered a smile. “Yes, Mrs. Gianopolous. I’m fine. Thank you for

asking.”

“Please, do call me Sophia.” Sophia reached out and took Isabella’s hand from

Theron’s. “Can I get you something to drink? Have you had anything to eat since you

arrived?” She turned to Alannis. “Will you excuse us for a minute, dear? You stay here

with Theron while I take Isabella over to grab a bite to eat.”

Theron held up his hand to stop the endless stream of chatter. His head was

pounding, and what he really wanted was to go pound on Marcus for touching Isabella,

for putting his lips on her.

“Just stay here. I’ll have a waiter bring around a tray. I’d prefer that Isabella

remain with me for the remainder of the evening,” he said brusquely.

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THE TYCOON’S REBEL BRIDE

47

MAYA BANKS

SILHOUETTE DESIRE 1944

THE ANETAKIS TYCOONS

The older woman’s eyes widened in surprise. Alannis moved closer to Isabella

and touched her arm. “Are you sure you’re all right, Isabella?” she asked softly.

Isabella’s smile seemed strained when she looked back at Alannis. “I’m

absolutely fine. Theron overreacted.” She shot him a challenging look. “I’m not sure how

he expects me to find a husband when he flips his lid the moment a man pays attention to

me.”

Theron took a deep breath. “I don’t think what he was doing could be classified as

paying attention to you. Theos! He was making love to you for all to see.”

She raised her eyebrows and a slow smile formed on her lips. “Is that what they

call kissing these days?” she taunted.

His nostrils flared at the reminder of the kisses they’d shared. He was well and

truly caught in a trap of his own making.

“His actions were inappropriate,” he gritted out. “You are under my protection.

You’ll heed my instructions.”

She turned cheekily to Sophia and Alannis. “I suppose he’ll mark that one off the

list of potential husbands now.” Then she sighed dramatically and dropped her hands

helplessly to her side. “I didn’t even get to dance again.”

“Theron will dance with you,” Alannis urged. “He’s a marvelous dancer as I’m

sure you determined earlier.”

“Yes, do go on,” Sophia said. “I’ll make sure there is food when you return.”

Theron’s mouth went dry. He wouldn’t survive another dance with her lush body

molded to his. One torture session was enough for the night.

But then the alternative was letting her dance with the circling pack of men. Men

he’d hand-selected.

Over his dead body.

Without another word, he snared Isabella’s hand and dragged her toward the

dance floor.

“You’re hell on these shoes,” she murmured as he pulled her into his arms.

For the first time since Marcus had arrived, Theron relaxed as Isabella’s soft body

molded so sweetly to his. There was an innate sense of rightness. He loved touching her.

It was difficult to keep his hands from roaming up and down her soft curves.

“You feel it, too,” she said softly as she gazed up at him. “You don’t want to. You

fight it, but you feel it every bit as much as I do.

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