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him wild, and he could not understand it.  No woman ever caused him to lose control, but he could feel the way the blood in his very veins boiled so as to want her back in his arms. 
    Clenching his hands by his side he wondered what the hell was going on.  This was Alexis’ girlfriend, the woman he planned to marry.  The woman who had refused to become his mistress and finally he understood how she had bewitched his younger brother, how even now she was affecting him, a strange jolt of jealousy passing through him.  With a set to his mouth, he moved back towards the house.  No woman was going to get the better of Nikias Dranias he thought, and certainly not her.
    However, as he came closer to the house, he remembered how she saved little Maria, how she took control of the situation, working so professionally and calmly to save the little girl’s life.  As all around stood totally transfixed and shocked - unsure of what to do, she took control, calmly directing those around her to work together to help save the child, and he knew that Maria would have died had it not been for her, and he frowned, totally confused by Diona Brown.
    As he entered the house, Nikias moved into his study.  Something was just not right.  As good looking and charming as his brother was, he failed to understand how he could ever attract such a woman, although he had to admit that perhaps Alexis was just the perfect mark for a clever schemer like her.
    Lifting the phone he spoke with his detective giving him orders to find out about Diona Brown and if there truly was such a person as Daryle Brown and which of them was involved with Alexis.  With that done he sat back to rethink that afternoon, a small frown on his face.
    In her room Diona sat shaking, remembering the way he kissed her, moaning gently at the way she kissed him back.  She could no longer deny the incredible attraction she felt for the enigmatic man downstairs.  How he only had to touch her to set her whole being alight with a desire which was so strange and foreign to her.  She sat groaning knowing that she needed to avoid him for as much time as possible.  To him she was some little gold digger and perhaps another notch on his bedpost, but to her…
    Looking at her watch , she saw that it was after six already and with a small groan she moved into the shower to wash away the salt she could taste and also the smell of his aftershave which still clung so tantalizingly to her body.  As she pulled on a coral summer dress which showed off the lovely tan she had developed over the last couple of days, she twisted her hair into a tight knot, suddenly feeling the need to hide behind her more controlled professional persona.
    Moving down to the dining room she found Nikias already waiting for her, frowning slightly seeing her hair tied up so tightly.  “Why do you wear your hair like that?”, he asked, moving towards her.  Diona stepped away from him quickly. “I like it this way”, she replied, her eyes warning him away, as he smiled at her with understanding.  Just at that point the housekeeper once more entered the dining room, again pushing the trolley.  On seeing Diona, she rushed forward grabbing the young woman’s hand, as she spoke so quickly, her voice warm as her eyes filled with tears.
    Diona looked over at Nikias, her large blue eyes pleading with him as he translated for her.  “She wants to thank you for saving her granddaughter, she wants you to know that her whole family will be forever in your debt and if you ever need anything then you have only to ask”
    Diona smiled back, nodding kindly as the other woman moved back out of the room, still smiling.  “Seems you have a fan for life”, Nikias drawled sensually behind her as she jumped slightly, not realising that he was so close.  “Erm…yes”, she replied, quickly moving over to the table to sit down.
    “Diona”, he said softly, as she refused to meet his eyes.  “I’m sorry about