Free The Greek Tycoon's Secret Child by Cathy Williams

so damn good in a pair of baggy jogging bottoms and a T-shirt that went a long way to hiding every feminine curve of her body? ‘So where is the boyfriend?’
    His tone was light but his eyes weren’t. She could read the message there and it sent a shiver down her spine. He had come to confront her over her duplicity because he was a man who would not walk away from a liar without first making his feelings known. Never mind that rubbish about coming by to check out the competition.
    â€˜Out. And his name is Frankie. You can’t stay here. If Frankie came home now, he’d…’
    â€˜He’d…what?’
    â€˜Look, if you want me to apologise for…for not telling you sooner, then OK. I apologise. I should have told you from the very beginning.’
    â€˜So why didn’t you?’
    â€˜Why didn’t I what ?’ Mattie demanded. Even standing feet away from her, he still seemed to dominate the small room and drain her lungs of oxygen. And against him the room faded into ugly shabbiness that seemed to point accusingly in her direction. No wonder he had made that sniping little remark about being disappointed with the lack of flair.
    â€˜A cup of coffee would be nice. Black, no sugar.’
    â€˜You can’t stay for a cup of coffee! You shouldn’t even be here! Harry isn’t going to get away with this! Giving my private address to any and everyone!’
    â€˜I’m not any and everyone,’ Dominic contradicted coolly.
    â€˜OK! Well, anybody who flashes an impressive business card and makes vague promises about being able to help him financially at some point in the future! Youknow what I mean! You have to leave. Now. Frankie could get back at any minute…’
    â€˜I’m beginning to think that you’re scared of this boyfriend of yours.’ She certainly wasn’t in love with him. Not if she had responded to him the way she had. He had spent the past week at the mercy of a thousand thoughts about her, angry with himself for being taken in, furious because he still couldn’t seem to get her out of his head and finally harshly reasoning that he was completely justified in doing his utmost to seduce her, considering she had strung him along.
    â€˜Does he hit you?’ Dominic asked without taking his eyes off her face.
    â€˜Don’t be ridiculous! Of course he doesn’t hit me! Do you think I would ever stay put with a man who raised his hand to me?’
    â€˜Then what are you doing with him, because you sure as hell don’t love him?’
    â€˜And you just know that, do you? After a couple of conversations with me, you’re suddenly qualified to make conclusions about my personal life, are you?’
    The brooding intensity of his stare was shattering her composure as utterly as he had managed to shatter it a week ago when he had touched her.
    He began walking towards her very slowly and Mattie backed away, then remembered that he was in her territory now, and uninvited, and stood her ground until he was standing right in front of her with his hands thrust into his trouser pockets.
    â€˜Got it in one. So tell me what you’re doing here with a man you don’t love when you’d much rather be with me.’
    â€˜You’re an arrogant swine! You know that, don’t you?’
    â€˜Yes, but I still like to hear you say it.’ His expression didn’t change but there was a sudden ironic humour in his voice that had the ground beneath her feet shifting once again.
    She sighed dramatically and gave up.
    â€˜I’ll make you your coffee and then you go. Deal?’
    â€˜No. But I accept the offer of the coffee anyway…’
    He followed her back into the tiny hallway and out through it into the kitchen. Mattie could feel him just there behind her, a dark, overpowering presence that was sending her nervous system into fierce overdrive.
    She had grown quite accustomed to the house. Now,