Free The Greek Millionaire's Marriage by Sara Wood Page B

I won’t go back on my word.’
    â€˜So…we will be together.’
    The vibrations of his deep tones raised goosebumps on her skin. ‘Of course. We agreed to put up with the temporary discomfort as a means to an end, didn’t we?’ she said with a lift of her slender shoulders.
    There was a long pause and he held her gaze while his eyes liquefied. He took a step towards her and she felt her heart slamming into her ribcage.
    At that moment, the boat unexpectedly lurched forward and then back again. Losing her balance, she fell into Dimitri’s arms. Although she tried to pull away, he held her tightly and after a moment she felt her flesh weaken and begin to flow into his. Quiescent, she looked up at him guardedly, allowing her body to respond—yet not her emotions.
    â€˜Yooo-hooh!’ shrilled someone on deck. ‘Ti yinete?’
    Dimitri froze. Olivia was wide-eyed at the sound of clattering feet. ‘We’ve docked,’ he explained hurriedly.
    â€˜But who—?’ The words dried in her throat.
    â€˜Pedhi mou—’
    Olivia recognised the voice at once. Purring the Greek equivalent of ‘my boy’, Dimitri’s mother, flush-faced and excited, had come to the open doorway of the bathroom. Olivia swung around and Marina’s elation turned to horror when she saw Dimitri apparently embracing his estranged, towel-clad wife.
    â€˜You!’ Marina croaked.
    Olivia blushed, her bare toes curling with embarrassment in the thick carpet. ‘Yes. Me.’ Her eyes narrowed, seeing the disappointment on Marina’s face. ‘You thought I was someone else. Who were you expecting to find?’ she challenged.
    It dawned on her that Marina’s tone had initially been indulgent, almost frisky. She hadn’t been surprised or horrified to see her son snuggling up to a semi-nude blonde. Perhaps, she thought darkly, Dimitri and Eleni’s relationship had gone further than he’d said.
    â€˜Eleni! I—I thought it must be her!’ Marina stammered, confirming Olivia’s suspicions.
    She tightened her mouth. Maybe Dimitri had already made Eleni his mistress, but drew the line at marriage with the girl. Rat!
    â€˜She has gone to meet her father,’ Dimitri explained. ‘Good afternoon, Mother. I’m sorry if we have embarrassed you. We weren’t expecting anyone to drop in unannounced,’ he added drily.
    It was a mild rebuke, though affectionately spoken, and his mother’s bean-thin body stiffened. Olivia felt sorry for her, though she remembered how her mother-in-law had frequently interrupted them, deliberately destroying their romantic picnics and quiet walks, intruding on their much-needed privacy.
    â€˜What’s happening?’ Marina quavered. ‘Why is she here—?’
    â€˜I will tell you in private,’ Dimitri said gently. ‘It concerns the divorce. I’ll meet you back at the house and we’ll go into the details later. Olivia, I suggest you get dressed. You know where the bedrooms are.’
    With that, he turned her around and gave her a light and playful husbandly slap on her rear.
    Olivia whirled, intending to give him a piece of her mind in return, but he put a finger on her lips and sent her warning messages with his eyes.
    â€˜Remember your promise,’ he whispered into her burning ear. ‘And let me judge when it’s best to tell Mother. She’ll get the message soon enough.’
    She glared at him suspiciously, wondering if he’dstage-managed this moment. It was mighty convenient that his mother had walked in on them before they’d had the chance to get their clothes back on.
    Their gazes clashed. His was amused and simmering with mischief; hers ignited immediately at the thought of turning the tables on him. A tingle spread through her body, setting it alight with excitement. She’d never felt so fired up.
    Right, she thought, enjoying the