Rakanti's Indecent Proposition by Clare Connelly

Author:Clare Connelly [Connelly, Clare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-28T23:00:00+00:00

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Elle tiptoed into the kitchen but she felt like she was dancing. The music of that night throbbed through her whole body. What room was there in her life for sadness and loneliness when there was such melody to be had? She turned on the spot and wiggled her hips, remembering the chord progressions.

Andre Meyers was a genius. An actual genius.

She sighed wistfully, staring at Christos’s piano. Her fingers tingled but she didn’t move closer, lest the temptation to play overtook her and she woke the whole house. Instead, she walked into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on.

Three plates were drying on the side of the sink. So Xanthe had been and gone. And Elle had dodged that bullet.

She was happy to pretend that she had broken the news to the papers. It was best for Filip that she kept that secret. But she didn’t relish coming face to face with the woman who must hate her.

To the woman who, if a million little details had been different, would have possibly, one day, been a part of her family. Who might have been her mother-in-law. She shook her head to clear the errant thought. It was foolish in the extreme to go down that path.

A million little details weren’t different though; they were the important reasons she had for staying away from him for good.

Apart from anything else, Filip would be miserable if they became romantically involved and then broke up. His relationship with Christos was more important than anything else she might feel. Besides, Christos might still desire her sexually, but he hated her. And by his own admittance, it had always been about sex with them.

She tossed a teabag into a mug and sloshed the boiling water in, then added a few drops of milk. As she placed the milk in the fridge, her eyes dropped to a photo album on the edge of the bench.

Absentmindedly, simply because it was there, she flicked it open. She shut it again almost instantly.

The last person she felt like seeing, Filip Rakanti, had been staring back at her. And she saw it. Christos, when he’d told her to leave, had reminded her so much of Filip Senior that she’d hated him. She’d loved him, but she’d hated him too. And she wasn’t sure she could ever undo that hatred.

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