that was an emotion she had never encountered before, faintly queasy.
Then everything changed.
‘I will make enquiries for you.’
In receipt of the shatteringly charismatic smile that came her way, accompanied by that welcome and unexpected offer of help, Bonnie breathed, ‘Thank you! I’d be so grateful!’ and wondered why she sounded like a giddy schoolgirl instead of the sensible woman she knew herself to be.
Just how grateful? Dimitri wondered, marvelling at the tightening of his groin at the prospect of finding out—an instant physical reaction he hadn’t experienced since he was a teenager.
He leaned forward and took her hands. And as his fingers tightened around hers and he met her huge smoky eyes he knew that finding out would be no problem for either of them.
She oozed warm, womanly willingness from the hazy eyes, the parted pink lips and the hardening swell of her bounteous breasts, confined by the thin top she was wearing. She was hot for him. He would swear to it.
He discreetly screened his dark eyes beneath thickly fringing black lashes. Play it cool—see how far she would go. If she’d taken her orders from his father to seduce him into revealing his future plans, then she would have to work for the privilege of sharing his bed. Providing he could keep his amazingly rampant libido in check, it would amuse him to watch her at work.
And when he submitted, as he knew he eventually would—because why would he deny himself the undoubted pleasure?—she would learn nothing from him, have only failure to report.
He knew himself to be a past master at getting what he wanted with the least effort to himself. ‘Where are you staying?’ he asked.
He was still holding her hands. It felt more than good. He was a total stranger, and she knew nothing about him. But he made her feel safe. Because he’d come to her rescue when she’d been floundering around on those rocks? Had promised to help her locate the whereabouts of Andreas’s son? Or was there more to it than that?
‘By the harbour, with Athena—the widow Stephanides,’ she answered, her voice strangely thick, her mouth trembling just a little as he slid his hands until they rested beneath her elbows.
‘I know her.’ He helped her to stand on her uninjured foot, a supportive arm sliding around her small waist. ‘It is well known that she caters for the occasional backpacker who turns up on the island. But you are no backpacker.’
A thread of humour laced his voice as the pressure of his arm brought her lush body into closer contact with his. With his free hand he brushed the silvery fall of her hair away from her face with gentle fingers. ‘You are on a man-hunt, ne?’
Wild colour flooded Bonnie’s cheeks. Her lips parted but no sound emerged. Put like that, it sounded awful—full of wicked sexual connotations. And she felt wicked, she thought chaotically. Her body was straining against this half-naked man, his bare torso hot and hard against her tingling breasts, his naked thighs tangling with hers.
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