Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“I’m not going to talk to him,” she hissed.
“Yes, of course you are, darling. He really has something important to tell you, and I’m sure after that you’re no longer going to be mad at him.”
“I doubt it.”
“Give him a chance.”
“To kill him? Anytime. To forgive him? Never.”
Samantha tsk-tsked. “You’re so hard, Bobby.”
She said with great sincerity, “I’m not being hard. I’m just being honest.”
Samantha choked. “I can see that you’re going to give my nephew a hard time when you’re together.”
It was Bobby’s turn to choke. “Together?”
But Samantha didn’t bother answering that since she was too busy smiling and exchanging greetings with the devil while keeping her death hold on Bobby. She turned to Bobby afterwards with a smile. “We’d love to have you join us for dinner.”
“Umm, thank you for the offer, but I’m full.” She deliberately kept her eyes trained on Samantha, unwilling to acknowledge the devil’s presence.
“Are you truly going to pretend I’m not here, mégaira?”
Samantha blinked at the last word. That was Greek for shrew, but the way Leandro said it, the word sounded very much like an endearment. This was getting even more interesting. She had watched this young man grow up and never had she heard him refer to another woman by anything else other than her name. He had always been a man’s man, and a very arrogant one at that.
Bobby told herself she wouldn’t take the bait. That she was going to take the higher ground—-
“I suppose I should have expected you to be this childish—-”
Higher ground could go to hell.
She whirled around, ready to snap at him for daring to call her childish while he had acted like the world’s greatest jerk. But once again, no words left her lips, all of them trapped in her throat as Leandro Christopoulos bent down and covered her mouth with his.
His kiss was both sweet and sinful, tender and passionate, and most shockingly of all, the kiss bore the taste of...regret.
In spite of the way his kiss ruthlessly demolished her self-control and left her drugged with desire, a part of Bobby reeled at the realization. This kiss was his way of saying sorry – without losing his pride. How utterly unfair...and wondrously devious.
Samantha looked at the pair fondly. Derek had warned her not to interfere, but she had disregarded his advice. He had given her the same warning with Jaike when they had been having problems, but look at how nicely she had solved those problems for them. Matchmaking was her calling, she thought happily, and soon she would have some really good news to share with dear Elena.
But for now, it was time for a quick retreat.
She cleared her throat. “Children, I know you must have missed each other dreadfully, but I think you need a private place to exchange this, err, kind of greeting.”
Leandro forced himself to stop kissing Bobby. She had a deliciously dazed look on her face, the kind of expression that only one who had been kissed senseless could have. It was enough to have his cock hard and fully erect, forcing Leandro to let her go far enough to have some distance between his cock and her tempting body.
He murmured to his aunt, “That’s a very good idea. I think it’s better if we have dinner at my place instead.”
The distance allowed Bobby’s mind to gradually function again and by the time she realized exactly what Samantha had suggested and her nephew had decided, it was again too late, with Leandro efficiently whisking her out of the restaurant and sliding her into his car.
She told him right away, “I don’t want to go with you.”
“Too late. You’re locked in here with me.”
Bobby gaped at the way he just said the words so implacably. “Didn’t you hear what I just said? I don’t want to go with you. I don’t even want to spend a moment with you—-”
“But even while not wanting all that, you somehow want to kiss me?”
She turned red, but managed to throw back, “What can I say? I’m as indiscriminate as you are when it comes to kissing.”
Indiscriminate?
“Explain what you mean by being indiscriminate.”
“Oh, poor boy. You don’t have many big words in your vocabulary, is that it?”
“I’m not in the mood for games, Bobby. Tell me what you meant!” He clenched and unclenched his fists, doing his best to fight the urge to shake the answers out of her. Dio. If she meant what he thought she meant, then blood would be shed.
It did not matter that he and Bobby did not owe each other anything. It did not matter that he had acted like a hard-partying bachelor during the past two weeks. All he knew was he did not intend to share Bobby with anyone else. Bobby was his.
She couldn’t believe how he was acting. Did he really think she would let him get away with acting like he was her owner after everything he had been doing in his homeland? Did he actually think what happened in Athens stayed in freaking Athens?