sunlight her hair was the colour of platinum. It seemed unlikely that the shade was natural, but she was so tiny compared to his six-foot-four frame that her head only came halfway up his chest, and he could see no telltale sign of darker roots on her scalp.
The breeze blew a few fair strands across her face and, unable to stop himself, Loukas reached out and brushed the hair back from her cheek. Time was suspended. Belle’s heart stopped beating as she stared into dark grey eyes that were no longer cold and hard as tensile steel, but glinting with a blatant sexual heat that evoked a shameful longing inside her for him to pull her into his arms and plunder her mouth with the savage passion she sensed he was capable of.
How could she be attracted to him when he was everything she hated? It was just a physical thing, she assured herself frantically—a chemical reaction that she had no control over. But somehow she would have to ignore her sexual attraction to Loukas if she was not going to spend the next week embarrassing herself by ogling him like a teenager with a severe crush.
The throb of the boat’s engine seemed to reverberate through her, and she gripped the edge of her seat as he opened the throttle and sped out of the harbour, heading towards the small island of Aura—a green haven set amid the sparkling blue sea. Her hair whipping across her face, Belle glanced back at Kea, already far behind them. Sudden panic flooded through her and she felt an impending sense of unease that her life would never be the same again once she had set foot on Loukas Christakis’s private domain.
CHAPTER THREE
‘MOST of this side of Aura is covered in forest,’ Loukas explained as they approached the island and Belle remarked on the distinctive dark green cypress trees that flanked the shoreline, standing like silent sentinels guarding the land.
There was no beach; the grey rocky cliffs sloped down to the sea, forming a natural harbour where a wooded jetty had been built. The sea appeared a brilliant turquoise colour from a distance, but as Loukas steered the boat into the shallows the water was so crystal-clear that Belle could see shoals of tiny fish darting like silver arrows. Fascinated by them, she leaned over and trailed her hand in the water, watching their scales glint and gleam in the sunlight.
‘Aren’t they beautiful?’ she murmured, pushing her long hair over her shoulder.
Loukas fought the urge to run his fingers through the silky blonde strands, and concentrated on tying the boat securely to a post on the jetty. ‘Speaking as the son of a fisherman, I don’t think much of them; they’d only make a couple of mouthfuls,’ he muttered.
‘Oh, I wouldn’t want to eat them. They’re far too pretty.’ Belle laughed, her resentment of Loukas’s high- handed manner forgotten as she lifted her head and glanced about her, drinking in the view of the dense blue sky and sea and the rugged grey cliffs, which at close hand she could see were covered in a profusion of tiny pink flowers. ‘What a heavenly place,’ she said softly, the tension that had gripped her when they had left Kea seeping away.
Loukas could not look away from her. A man could drown in the depths of those incredible blue eyes, he brooded. And as for her smile! It lit up her gamine face and turned her classical features from beautiful to breathtaking.
He gave an impatient snort. Trouble! He’d known that was what Belle Andersen spelt. He should have followed his first instinct when he had seen her dainty figure teetering along the quay in her stiletto heels and turned the boat around. Instead he had brought her to his home—an honour he rarely conferred upon any woman, including his mistresses. Aura was his private haven, a place of peace and tranquillity where he could relax away from the pressures of work.
Right now he felt anything but relaxed, he thought derisively as he took Belle’s hand to help her step onto the jetty, and inhaled the delicate floral fragrance of her perfume. His body had been aroused since he had lifted her into the boat at Kea and her breasts had brushed against his chest, and now, with his eyes drawn to the delightful sway of her bottom as she preceded him along the jetty, he could feel his erection straining uncomfortably beneath his jeans.
‘Theos,’ he growled beneath his breath. All he needed on top of running his business empire and arranging Larissa’s wedding was an inconvenient attraction to a beautiful blonde who had the face of an angel but possessed a surprisingly sharp tongue.
A path ran from the jetty and climbed fairly steeply, disappearing around an outcrop of rock. ‘It’s only about a five-minute walk up to the house,’ Loukas explained as he picked up both the suitcases, ‘but the path is uneven in places.’ He glanced down at Belle’s new, shiny black patent stilettos that were probably her pride and joy, and grimaced. ‘Do you think you’ll manage? You might be better to change into more sensible footwear.’
Sensible! How she hated that word, Belle thought fiercely. It took her back in time to the countless arguments she’d had with John when she had been a teenager about her shoes, clothes, make-up. ‘I won’t allow any daughter of mine to go around looking like a slut,’ had been his favourite refrain, his face turning purple with temper, and his sergeant-major bark echoing through the house. He had known, of course—although back then Belle had not—that she was not his daughter. She had been a constant reminder of her mother’s infidelity and John had taken his bitterness out on her. Heels higher than an inch had been banned, along with short skirts and tight jeans—all the modern things that her friends wore. ‘You’ll do as I say because I’m the adult and you’re a child.’
Rebelliousness had burned in Belle’s heart every time John had bossed her around, and now the supercilious expression on Loukas’s face evoked the same mutinous feeling.
‘I always wear heels, and I can walk perfectly well in them,’ she told him coolly. ‘I’m sure I’ll manage the path fine.’ Head held high, she swung round, caught her heel on a tuft of grass at the edge of the path and stumbled, only saved from falling by Loukas’s lightning reactions as he dropped the cases and grabbed her arm.
‘Yes, I can see you’re as sure-footed as a mountain goat,’ he said dryly. ‘Let’s try again—carefully. And you’d better wear this.’ He plonked her hat unceremoniously onto her head. ‘The sun is at its hottest in the late afternoon, and with your fair skin you’ll burn to the colour of a boiled lobster in no time.’
Without waiting to hear her reply he picked up the cases once more and strode ahead of her up the path, not turning his head to see if she was following.
Arrogant, pig-headed… Belle took a deep breath and marched behind him, her eyes focused on the ground to make sure she did not trip. On one hand Loukas made her feel five years old. But there had been nothing childlike about her response to him when he had lifted her into his boat, she thought ruefully, flushing as she remembered how her nipples had tingled when her breasts had brushed against his chest.
She sighed. Her unexpected attraction to Loukas was another complication to add to the fraught situation of trying to complete Larissa’s wedding dress within a very tight deadline. She could only pray Larissa had spoken the truth when she’d said that her brother spent much of his time at his offices in Athens and often stayed at his apartment in the city, because she hoped to have as little to do with him as possible.
The path wound up to the top of the cliff, and at the summit Belle paused to take in the view. An endless expanse of shimmering blue sea was on one side, dotted with islands, the closest of which was Kea. To the other side of her the landscape of Aura was mainly grey rock, green vegetation, tall, slender cypress trees and dense olive groves, beneath which grew a carpet of brilliant red spring poppies.
‘Do many people live on the island?’ she asked Loukas, who had
