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‘No other woman has ever made me feel the way you make me feel.’
The words sent a thrill of satisfaction through her.
Alekos buried his face in her neck. ‘You were never this wild four years ago.’
She was never this desperate. Kelly’s eyes closed.
‘Don’t talk.’
He welded his mouth to hers again, until she couldn’t breathe or stand upright. Her hands closed over his shoulders, but what began as a need for support ended in a caress as her fingers slid over hard male muscle.
‘Kelly—’
‘Shut up—’
She didn’t want to talk about what they were doing. She wasn’t sure she even wanted to think about it. Her teeth gritted as she ripped his shirt so that she could get to his chest, too absorbed by his body to bother undressing him.
To have sex with Alekos was to understand why her body had been invented.
His eyelids were lowered, eyes half shut as he watched her. It was a look of such raw sexual challenge that she shivered.
Later, she thought, I’m going to really regret this.
But right now she didn’t care…
One Night…Nine-Month Scandal
by
Sarah Morgan
About the Author
SARAH MORGAN trained as a nurse, and has since worked in a variety of health-related jobs. Married to a gorgeous businessman, who still makes her knees knock, she spends most of her time trying to keep up with their two little boys, but manages to sneak off occasionally to indulge her passion for writing romance. Sarah loves outdoor life and is an enthusiastic skier and walker. Whatever she is doing, her head is always full of new characters and she is addicted to happy endings.
Sarah also writes for Mills & Boon® Medical™ Romance
To Aleka Nakis, friend and fellow author, with thanks for correcting my Greek.
Chapter One
‘I DON’T care if he’s on a conference call, this is urgent!’
The voice outside his office belonged to his lawyer and Alekos paused in mid-sentence as the door burst open.
Dmitri stood there, papers in his hand, his face a strange shade of scarlet.
‘I’ll call you back,’ Alekos drawled and hit the button to disconnect himself from his team in New York and London. ‘Given that I’ve never seen you run anywhere in the ten years you’ve worked for me, I assume you’re the bearer of bad tidings. A tanker has sunk?’
‘Quickly.’ The normally calm, steady Dmitri sprinted across the spacious office, banged into the desk and spilled the papers over the floor. ‘Switch on your computer.’
‘I’m already online.’ Intrigued, Alekos shifted his gaze to his computer screen. ‘What am I supposed to be looking at?’
‘Go to eBay,’ Dmitri said in a strangled voice. ‘Right now. We have three minutes left to bid.’
Alekos didn’t waste time pointing out that placing bids with an online auction-house didn’t usually form part of his working day. Instead he accessed the site with a few taps of his fingers.
‘Diamond,’ Dmitri croaked. ‘Type in “large, white diamond”.’
A premonition forming in his mind, Alekos stabbed the keys. No; she couldn’t have. She wouldn’t have.
As the page sprang onto his screen, he swore softly in Greek while Dmitri sank uninvited onto the nearest chair. ‘Am I right? Is it the Zagorakis diamond? Being sold on eBay?’
Alekos stared at the stone and felt emotion punch deep in his gut. Just seeing that ring made him think of her, and thinking of her set off a chain reaction in his body that shocked him with its intensity. He struggled to shake off the instantaneous assault on his senses triggered by those rebel thoughts. Even after four years of absence she could still do this to him, he thought grimly. ‘It’s the diamond. You’re sure she is the seller?’
‘It would appear so. If the stone had come on the market before now we would have been notified. I have a team checking it out right now, but the bids have already reached a million dollars. Why eBay?’ Bending down, Dmitri gathered together the papers he’d dropped. ‘Why not Christie’s or Sotheby’s, or one of the big, reputable auction-houses? It’s a very strange decision.’
‘Not strange.’ His eyes fixed on the screen, Alekos laughed. ‘It’s entirely in character. She’d never go to Christie’s or Sotheby’s.’ Her down to earth approach had been one of the things he’d found so refreshing about her. She’d been unpretentious—an attribute that was a rare commodity in the false, glittering world he inhabited.
‘Well, whichever.’ Dmitri tugged at his tie as if he were being strangled. ‘If bids have reached a million dollars then there’s a high probability that someone else knows this is the Zagorakis diamond. We have to stop her! Why is she doing this now? Why not four years ago? She had plenty of reason to hate you then.’
Alekos leaned back in his chair, considering that question. When he spoke, his voice was soft. ‘She saw the pictures.’
‘Of you and Marianna at the charity ball? You think she heard the rumours that the relationship is serious?’
Alekos stared at the ring taunting him from the screen. ‘Yes.’
The ring said it all. Its presence on the screen said this is what I think of what we shared. It was the equivalent of flinging the diamond into the river, only far, far more effective. She was selling it to the highest bidder in the most public way possible and her message was clear: this ring means nothing to me.
Our relationship meant nothing.
She was in a wild fury.
His
