Free The Greek's Forgotten Wife (Boarding School #1) by Elizabeth Lennox Page B

allow the dress to wash out her complexion, showing Damon exactly how inappropriate and thoughtless the gift had been.  She could have added a brighter color of lipstick, but she’d gone with a more muted mauve, something that would go with the dress, not with her skin color.
    The waiter was very solicitous as he brought her a glass of ice water.  “Can I have some white wine?” she asked.  The look in the man’s eye grabbed her attention and, when he hesitated, she suspected something was wrong.  A few moments later, the man brought her a glass of chilled chardonnay, but he also placed a plate of antipasto in front of her as well. 
    Looking up at the nervous man, she shook her head.  “I didn’t order this,” she told him.
    The man shuffled on his feet.  “I have instructions from your husband, Ms. Galanos,” he told her anxiously. 
    Sasha sighed.  “I understand,” she reassured him.  “Thank you very much for the appetizers.  This looks lovely.”
    The man scurried away, eager to be out of the line of fire. 
    Sasha sipped the wine and nibbled on the food, glancing at her watch every few minutes while fuming at Damon’s meddling, not to mention his tardiness.  She’d been told that he would be here at twelve-thirty.  It was now one o’clock.  Enough was enough, she told herself furiously.  She had spent six years waiting for this man.  Now she’d given him another thirty minutes of her life that she’d never get back. 
    Sasha stood up, furious with him for doing this to her again.  And she was furious with herself for even waiting on him!  How many times did she have to be alone, waiting for the man before she took control and stood up for herself? 
    She grabbed her purse and tossed a few bills onto the table to cover her wine and the appetizer.  With a flick of her wrist, she ignored the rest of the meal and walked out of the restaurant.  Just as she was stepping back out into the sunshine, Damon stepped out of a limousine which had obviously just pulled up in front of the building. 
    “Sasha,” he called to her as she started to walk down the sidewalk to where the shops were.  “Did you just arrive?” he asked, easily catching up with her and taking hold of her arm.
    Sasha looked down at his dark fingers against her pale skin, then up into the man’s strange, amber eyes.  “No.  You asked,” she said sarcastically, “me to be here at twelve-thirty.”  She looked at her watch.  “It is now after one o’clock.  I’m finished with my meal.”
    Inwardly he cringed.  Obviously his wife didn’t appreciate his tight schedule.  “Stay and have a lemonade with me while I eat.”
    She shook her head.  “No thank you.  I had a glass of wine already.  And if you’d bothered to show up on time, I would have had lunch with you but since you kept me waiting, again, I am leaving.”
    He rubbed the back of his neck with frustration.  “I had a meeting that ran over.  It couldn’t be helped,” Damon said, still not releasing her arm. 
    He most likely thought his excuse would be enough.  And probably for his mistresses, it would be.  Or if he’d said that six years ago, she would have been pathetically pleased to wait for him.  But not anymore.  “First of all, you commanded me to show up here, regardless of anything I might have had on my schedule today.  You were arrogant in assuming that I would be here with nothing on my schedule but do your bidding.  Secondly, since your meeting was more important than I am, then I hope it was successful.  But that meeting was not more important to me.  You wasted my time.  I won’t let you do that again.”  With that, she jerked her arm out of his hand and hurried down the sidewalk, fighting back the tears of frustration and humiliation.  He hadn’t even taken the time to call her, tell her that he was delayed.  She meant nothing to him!  She was lower than his secretary because that woman probably knew what was