Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Finally, in a voice so scratchy it was as if she had not spoken in years, the girl said, “No.” And then she was hurrying away, snatching the check from the counter and leaving him without looking back.
Well, fuck, Kellion thought again. Did his heart just skip a beat at being ignored?
THE END
About the Book
SAMANTHA SUDDENLY LOOKED frail, but her voice was strong when she told Bobby, “If you leave me, everyone’s going to think you cruelly abandoned an old woman like me to party.”
Bobby groaned. “You are so sneaky.”
“Just do this for me please, Bobby. Just be nice to him and don’t let your prejudices show. I promise you’ll have fun with him.”
“I don’t have time to have fun.”
“You do. You just don’t want to.” Samantha nodded and smiled at those who greeted her but didn’t bother to stop for any of them. She had been lucky to get Bobby to cooperate with her this far, and she knew it. If she let her guard down even for a second, Samantha was sure the girl would make a mad dash for the exit.
The afterparty of the award ceremony was doing very well, with twice the number of expected guests turning up. It was no doubt because everyone wanted to have a look at her nephew, Samantha thought fondly. The fact that there was another Christopoulos in their midst – and this one single – had everyone excited, from mothers looking for the perfect match for their daughters to younger girls and sophisticated women hoping for a chance to snag him before the whole country became aware of his presence.
“Unlike Derek, my nephew is 100% Greek.”
“Which makes him a chauvinist.”
“Very protective of the women in general, yes,” she agreed smoothly. “He’s pretty famous in Greece because he has won a lot of races.”
“Horse racing?”
“Err—-no. Motorcycles.”
Bobby sighed. “It’s just getting worse, Aunt Sam. You should really just quit before this gets embarrassing for all of us. I’m a nerd and he races bikes. How in the world do you think we’re going to deal together?”
“Like fire meets fire,” a dark voice answered.
Bobby’s jaw dropped at the unexpected response, but before she could figure out who it was, she almost bumped into a wall of rock-hard muscles.
“Leandro!”
It was Samantha’s nephew then?
She looked up, and her jaw slackened even more. “You?”
Almost as if on cue, the orchestra playing at the stage started a new song, and Leandro answered by taking her hand and sweeping her into the dance floor.
From behind them, Samantha called out cheerfully, “Enjoy!”
Leandro expected Roberta Granger to try to escape him, and she did. But of course he was ready for her, and his arm simply tightened around her waist. For good measure, he also pulled her close to him, taking her again by surprise. She ended up completely plastered against his body, and as he whirled them around, he looked down at her.
She was spitting mad.
That was...expected, too.
“Try to smile,” he suggested. “Everyone’s looking at us.”
“Let go of me.”
“No.” He whirled them around again.
“I’m serious.”
“I’m just as serious. Before you can make a scene, I’ll be kissing you. Again.”
Her eyes flew back to him in angry disbelief. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.” And his cock rose, as if to affirm how serious he was. His body’s instant reaction towards her proximity and the mention of their kiss required Leandro to reluctantly put a little distance between them. This was not the right place and time for Roberta Granger to realize how much she turned him on – for what reason, even Leandro didn’t know.
Looking down on her, the mutinous look on her oval face made Leandro mentally sigh. “I’m sorry for what happened yesterday,” he forced himself to say.
“Really?”
He said impatiently, “Has no one taught you to be gracious when accepting an apology?”
She flushed. He was right in that score, but she didn’t want to admit it. She shot back, “I’d be gracious if I thought you were being sincere.”
It was his turn to flush. “You never know when to shut up.”
Her eyes flashed. “Is that your way of telling me to shut up? Because let me tell you—-”
He kissed her.
Again, he had shut her up by kissing her.
This time, she managed to remain conscious enough to try to struggle. Try being the operative word because her efforts were completely wasted. He was so strong that he made it look like she was not refusing his touch at all. He had stopped in the middle of the dance floor, his arms around her like chains made of burning-hot steel.
She opened her mouth to scream, but stupid her, she forgot that was the one thing she should never do.
His tongue went in for the kill.
And that was...the end. Of her sanity.
Now, her reeling senses took over.
The impact of his kiss, his touch, the heat of his presence – it all hit her at once, and she was left silently gasping against his mouth as he deepened his kiss. They were no longer dancing, and she honestly had no idea where they were. All she knew right now was that this second kiss of his was even more mind-blowing, more earth-shattering, and she couldn’t think of anything else except him.