Seduced into the Greek's World

Seduced into the Greek's World
Dani Collins

“I want you, Natalie. Not after five o’clock.Now.”Every woman has a fantasy she only dares dream about in the dead of night. But for single mum Natalie Adams, the reality of an affair in Paris with infamous billionaire, Demitri Makricosta, surpasses even her wildest dreams!Demitri is astounded by fiery Natalie; one night isn’t enough so to quench his lust he insists she become his mistress. The closer Natalie gets to emotions Demitri has kept locked away, the more he distracts her with dazzling gifts and luxury holidays to ensure that seduction remains the only thing between them…Praise for Dani CollinsThe Russian’s Acquisition 4.5* RT Book ReviewCollins’ emotionally charged tale really delivers thanks to flawed characters who are prisoners of their pasts. The inventive narrative showcasing the dynamic couple’s epic power struggles is convincing.The Ultimate Seduction 4.5* RT Book ReviewCollins’ riveting read is a mix of intrigue and steamy romance, set between überopulence and war-torn devastation.A Debt Paid in Passion 4.5* TOP PICK RT Book ReviewCollins’ deception-to-love story with repercussions is calamitous and unconventional, but the realism in her narrative is palpable and heartbreakingly tragic. Her dialogue combines repartee, innuendo and biting commentary, while her couple is honest in their emotions and actions.

“I’ll show you a fantasy fling you won’t forget.”

“Don’t.” Natalie pressed herself into the door, avoiding Demitri’s touch. “Please don’t touch me. I have to face people when I leave here and—”

“You don’t want to go back there obviously aroused?” he challenged, needing to hear it. To see it in the helpless flush and disconcerted cast of her gaze around the room before she brought it back to his, eyes deeply shadowed with painful desire.

He pressed his hand flat to the door beside her head, leaning close enough to smell the warm peach scent of her skin, aching for the graze of her rising breasts against his chest. Below his belt, a heavy rush of blood pulled him tight.

Flustered and anxious, she still managed to send a coy glance south. Her body arched ever so slightly so that she brushed against him. She released a powerless whimper on a sobbing “Yes.”

“I want you very badly, Natalie. Not after five o’clock. Now,” he told her, willing her to fall in with his demands. To let him take both of them where they were screaming with agony to go.

Canadian DANI COLLINS knew in high school that she wanted to write romance for a living. Twenty-five years later, after marrying her high school sweetheart, having two kids with him, working several generic office jobs and submitting countless manuscripts, she got ‘The Call’. Her first Mills & Boon

Modern

Romance won the Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best First In Series from RT Book Reviews. She now works in her own office, writing romance.

Seduced into the Greek’s World

Dani Collins

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To Cobe and Madison, who aren’t with me nearly enough, but were when I was writing this book. Xoxo Dani

Contents

Cover (#ufd4149c2-d1b2-5f48-99ee-d66e71ff7ad6)

Excerpt (#u308f0220-786b-55fc-8eac-fed8f7425e32)

About the Author (#u94736e7c-778f-593c-941c-efc7bcd9f642)

Title Page (#u5c03b967-e282-5785-8ab8-b9a3797d267b)

Dedication (#u81d1f7a8-7e88-5cd9-b069-70e9fae516b8)

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

EPILOGUE

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CHAPTER ONE (#u1e159fe0-ad9c-567a-bc6b-981ad198a4e4)

HER LAUGH WAS so pure and spontaneous it caused Demitri Makricosta to look away from the Italian beauty flirting with him and seek out the source of the sound. As a connoisseur of fake laughter, often given to offering imitations himself, he found the naturalness of the woman’s chuckle utterly engaging. It was feminine without being girlish or giggly, warm and sexy without being a put-on.

For a moment he didn’t take in anything else but her. Short blond hair swung and fell as she tipped the precision cut backward. Her skin held a pale, translucent quality that made him think her cheek would feel cool but downy soft against his lips. He wondered how her skin smelled. Like summer fruit, maybe. Her profile was feminine and cute, right up to the tilt of her nose, while the rest of her was a study in mouthwatering curves.

Encased in a Makricosta uniform.

Damn, damn and damn.

The disappointment that flooded through him was surprisingly acute.

He took a more thorough tour of her uniform, wishing he didn’t recognize it. It wasn’t the pencil skirt and wispy red jacket over a bowed white top that the French staff wore here in Paris, which gave him a beat of hope. But if she’d been corporate, she’d have only a scarf or tie in company colors as part of her business ensemble.

Unfortunately, those long pants and the warm blazer belonged to one of the Canadian outfits. The Makricosta Elite in Montreal, if he wasn’t mistaken—and he shouldn’t have any doubt because he had final say on every marketing decision in the family hotel chain right down to the front-line image of the staff.

He didn’t want to recognize it. That was the problem. His male interest was seriously piqued by the woman wearing it.

Which wasn’t like him. Women were fairly interchangeable for him. He never wondered, “Who is she? What’s her story?” Especially when he already had a female hand resting on his cuff and a voice murmuring, “Bello? What is it?”

“I thought I recognized someone,” he prevaricated, sending his companion a placating smile before glancing once more at the laughing woman—his employee—across the lobby.

She was nodding at someone, tucking her hair coquettishly behind her ear, saying something about email that he read on her lips as noise from different sources echoed across the foyer’s marble floor and pillars.

Curious what kind of man was keeping that bright look on her face, Demitri leaned back on the velvet settee, losing the touch of his prospective afternoon delight as he did.

Gideon.

Shock went through him as he recognized his brother-in-law. Not that Gideon looked as though he was encouraging the woman, but Demitri still rose to his feet in brotherly indignation. His sister had been through a lot, especially a few years ago when Gideon’s PA had intimated to Adara that she and Gideon were having an affair. Demitri wasn’t going to sit here while some fresh tart made a play for Adara’s husband.

“I do recognize him,” he stated grimly. “Excuse me.”