The Greek's Forbidden Innocent

He’d acted rashly, driven by fury that the one person he’d trusted since his mother died had betrayed him.

That was a slashing wound that wouldn’t heal till Carter was made to pay. It overset Alexei’s equilibrium, evoking unwanted feelings that interfered with his decision-making.

It wasn’t so much the money, but the personal affront of betrayal. The cold slap of horror that he’d let himself be gulled into believing the man, liking him.

Carter had made a fool of him, conning him into giving his trust. Not just because of the man’s work qualities.

But because Carter reminded him of his father.

Like Alexei’s father, Carter appeared taciturn to outsiders, but his features broke into smiles when he mentioned his family. Uncannily, Carter also had a mannerism, a tilt of the head, that echoed Alexei’s precious memories of the father who’d died when Alexei was six.

Then there was his utter devotion to his spouse. There’d been no mistaking the man’s devastation when his wife was diagnosed with a terminal illness. His stoic determination to do all he could for her had touched a chord with Alexei. Plus there was that unexpected weakness for silly puns and his scrupulous honesty, both hallmarks of his dad.

Alexei shook his head. Scrupulous honesty!

For years Alexei’s motto had been trust no one. He and his mother had suffered because they’d been taken in by a conman. After his stepfather there’d been others, loan sharks, employers, landlords, vultures who’d preyed on his vulnerable mother, turning her life into a misery till finally loss and disappointment crushed her.

Alexei scraped a hand across his jaw, dragging himself back to the present. To the woman in one of the guest suites.

He’d acted instinctively, securing her to give him an edge. He should have ordered a dossier on her so he knew something about her before acting.

All he remembered from Carter’s conversations was that she lived in Paris, where she’d attended an exclusive art school. She loved fashion and shopping and wasn’t cut out for a commercial career. Alexei had gained the impression of a pampered airhead pretending to be an artist. A blonde airhead, he remembered from the photo Carter had waved before him and which he hadn’t bothered to take in.

So Carissa Carter had dyed her hair. That was one extra fact about her.

Alexei considered ordering a full report on her. But why bother?

She was here. Whatever Alexei wanted to know, he’d find out for himself. He’d enjoy the process.

CHAPTER FOUR (#u7bc6ec93-0453-5048-acd3-10880e5beafa)

MINA STARED AT the bathroom’s enormous, full-length mirror and suppressed a groan. She looked like a stranger.

Carissa had said pink calmed her and made her feel centred. It was proof of how stressed she’d been that she’d packed only for her favourite colour. Almost everything in the case was pink. Candy pink, flesh pink, cerise, rose madder and more.

Mina’s mouth curled in an unwilling laugh as she surveyed herself. She wore a candy-pink skirt with matching strappy sandals and a pale pink top with a silver logo that incorporated a highly stylised Eiffel Tower and an open book. Carissa had designed it for an indie book festival in Paris, one of her first commissions.

Had Carissa really planned to wear these clothes to visit Alexei Katsaros? If so she’d clearly had the Caribbean’s casual, sunny reputation in mind, rather than any desire to dress up.

Or was her friend savvier than Mina gave her credit for? Maybe this wardrobe was her secret weapon, to prove she wasn’t cut out to be a billionaire’s wife.

That stifled Mina’s humour.

Carissa needed her help and Mina wasn’t quite as sure now about her ability to deal with her host.

Especially in a skirt that rode high on her thighs and a top that was more fitted than anything she usually wore. Mina wasn’t ashamed of her body, but she covered more of it than her friend did. Plus Carissa was shorter and smaller in the bust, so the top was a snug fit. As for the miniskirt...

Mina shrugged. She had more to worry about than how much bare leg she displayed. Her only clothes were what she’d worn on the plane and the ones Carissa had packed. Besides, she was on a tropical island. Alexei Katsaros would be used to guests wearing shorts or swimsuits. Or, given his reputation and the knowing gleam in those remarkable eyes, nothing at all.

How many beautiful women had he seduced here?

Mina blinked as she caught the direction of her thoughts. That wasn’t her concern. Deftly she caught up her long hair, winding it round and up into a tight knot at the back of her head. She jabbed in a securing pin and turned away.

If Alexei dismissed her because of her clothes, or because she wasn’t the biddable woman he’d imagined, all the better. Clearly he hadn’t expected her to voice her opinions or have more than a couple of brain cells to rub together.

It would be better if he concentrated on running his multibillion-dollar empire than on her. It hadn’t even occurred to him that getting to know the woman he planned to marry was a good idea.

Remarkable!

Unbelievable!

What sort of man thought like that?

One who didn’t expect to be questioned.

Who expected everyone to bend to his wishes.

Mina put away the hairdryer she’d used and entered the palatial bedroom where she’d slept like the dead for hours.

Her gaze rested on the bed she’d remade after her nap. Inevitably the image that filled her mind was of looking up from there into that fabulously sculpted face, into eyes alight with mockery, and knowing that physically she was at his mercy. It had infuriated Mina, for she’d had no choice but to put up with his macho posturing and derision.

That still smarted. She drew taller, pushing her shoulders back, as she relived the scene and wished she still had the small jewelled dagger she’d worn as a ceremonial courtesy in Jeirut. It had been decorative but deadly, and Mina had insisted on knowing how to wield it. Would he have taken her more seriously if he’d known she was fully capable of looking after herself, no matter what the situation?

The idea conjured suitably satisfying images, but her smile faded as she faced the real source of her concern.

Her reaction to Alexei Katsaros.

It wasn’t only fury she’d felt. He’d been interesting.

Lips twisting, Mina shook her head. He’d been fascinating. That combination of bold assurance and blatant sexuality would catch any woman’s attention. Especially since physically his form was...pleasing. But add to that occasional glimpses of humour and penetrating understanding that punctured her initial estimate of a smug bully, and you had a man who left her unsettled.

Mina tried to tell herself the disorientation of tiredness had made her react to him. But innate honesty wouldn’t let her pretend.

She had to face the truth.

She disliked Alexei Katsaros and his high-handed ways. He was exactly the sort of man to make her hackles rise. Yet he made her blood heat.

She was attracted to him.

The situation she’d rushed into for Carissa’s sake became fraught with unseen snares, like the notorious patches of quicksand in the desert of her homeland.

She hadn’t reckoned on anything like this when she’d blithely decided to help her friend. Dimly, she heard her father’s voice in her head, the memory of his disapproval as he complained of her impulsive ways. She’d tried to make him proud, do her duty no matter how dull or out of tune with her own interests. But she’d been a source of frustration for him.

Face it, Mina. Nothing you did could satisfy your father. He didn’t want a daughter who craved love, but an automaton who could be diplomatic on every occasion, no matter what the provocation.

She’d failed there, hadn’t she?

Abruptly she spun on her foot and crossed to the glass doors that gave out onto a crystal pool and, beyond that, the tropical garden.