Free The Greek Billionaire's Love-Child by Sarah Morgan Page A

distraction to make her escape.
    ‘I’ll leave you to it. My super-charged, no-cylinder pushbike is chained to the railings back there. I’ll give you a head start so that I don’t dent that massive ego of yours by overtaking you.’ She turned to walk away but he closed his fingers around her wrist, anchoring her to his side.
    ‘You are not cycling home in the dark.’
    ‘Why not?’
    ‘Don’t goad me, Ella,’ he growled. ‘I will give you a lift. And then I’ll arrange to have your bike collected and delivered to the hospital.’
    ‘How?’ Ella kicked against his tendency to take control in every situation. ‘Don’t tell me—you have a team of staff just waiting to do your bidding.’
    ‘Just get in the car.’
    She wanted to argue, but the truth was she was so exhausted that she wasn’t sure she would be able to pedal as far as the boat.
    With the luck she’d had so far today, she’d end up in the canal.
    This time , she thought, he can take charge . Just this time.
    ‘This isn’t a car, it’s a spaceship.’ And it was gorgeous, she thought weakly. Sleek, elegant lines. Expensive. Sophisticated. Out of her league.
    ‘Ella,’ he said tightly, ‘just get in.’
    Too tired to argue, Ella sank into the luxurious leather seat and he settled his lean, athletic frame in the seat next to her, pressed a button and the engine started with a throaty growl.
    ‘I don’t know why you’re so angry with me,’ she muttered. ‘You were the one who walked out on me.’
    ‘We’ve talked about this enough for one night.’
    ‘Is this a billionaire car? It’s only got two seats—you were ripped off.’ Her tone flippant, Ella suppressed a yawn and let her head rest back against the seat. ‘So where are you staying? Do you realise that when we were together you never let me see your home? I expect you were living in some fancy house, weren’t you? Why didn’t you want me to know?’
    ‘Because money changes everything.’
    ‘I wouldn’t know.’ Ella closed her eyes. ‘I’ve never had any. Where are you living now? Don’t tell me. You own a luxury penthouse with a sea view?’
    ‘No, agape mou .’ Controlling the car with smooth precision, Nikos executed a perfect U-turn and headed away from the harbour. ‘I’m staying with the mother of my child. So where are we living at the moment?’

CHAPTER THREE
    A CANAL boat?
    She was living alone on a canal boat?
    A torch in his teeth and a sleeping woman in his arms, Nikos cursed mentally, wondering how people who were not blessed with long legs managed to stretch the distance between the bank and the deck.
    The hazards were too numerous to be counted.
    The towpath that led from the boat to the road was unlit and overgrown, and the thought of who might be lurking in the shadows watching a woman on her own on a boat brought him out in goose-bumps.
    Why had she chosen to live in a place like this?
    What was she trying to prove?
    Following the directions she’d drowsily given him before she’d fallen asleep, he’d parked in a deserted picnic spot next to the towpath and then walked the remaining distance to the boat, his tension mounting with every stride.
    It was a security nightmare, and she was living alone.
    Tomorrow he’d move her out of here, he vowed swiftly.
    The scent of her blonde hair teased his senses and Nikos gritted his teeth as he unlocked the door and ducked down into the boat with her still in his arms.
    Despite his efforts he still smacked his head hard on the top of the door and grunted in pain as he flashed the torch around the interior of the boat.
    He needed lights. Did a boat like this one have lights?
    Aware that he was less than three centimetres away from being knocked unconscious on the roof, Nikos placed her gently on the sofa.
    The thought of her living somewhere so isolated brought him out in a cold sweat and he made a mental note never to let her spend five minutes on her own here again. And if that meant moving into this