The Greek's Nine-Month Surprise

“And something tells me you’ll do exactly that.”

Her admission made him all the more intent on helping her. He couldn’t imagine being a single parent would be easy for anyone, especially when the pregnancy was a surprise. And then to go back to school on top of it all.

Luckily he was fast and could think on his feet. He was, after all, a Stravos—his family hadn’t amassed a fortune over the years without being quick thinkers and following their guts. He could remedy this by meeting both of their needs.

He turned to her. “Come with me on this trip, and I’ll pay the tuition to the school of your choice.”

CHAPTER SIX (#ulink_3acb09a7-0a7a-5cd0-abfe-4def76da853e)

FOUR YEARS’ WORTH of tuition earned in just a few weeks?

Was he for real?

Sofia studied Niko’s face, finding a very serious expression there. “Why are you working so hard to get me to agree to this trip?”

“Why not? It’s a win-win for both of us. I get help making the suites presentable, and you get money to follow your dreams.”

She had to admit that it was tempting—very tempting. But her grandmother had taught her to be suspicious of offers that were too good to be true.

Sofia recalled his earlier admission about not being able to forget their night together. Was he interested in picking up where they’d left off at the wedding? That wasn’t going to happen. She wasn’t interested in a relationship. She’d been there and done that. Her heart still held the scars. And now with a baby coming, there was no way she was going to risk her heart. Not for Niko. Not for anyone.

“Why me? You can afford to hire anyone.”

“Ah...but see, I don’t want to spend the next couple of weeks globe-trotting with just anyone. My jet is big but not that big. You and I hit it off. You’re entertaining. I like talking to you. And we already know we get along well—”

“That was one night—a night with wine flowing freely. You can’t base any decisions on that evening.”

“But you do have to admit it was unforgettable.”

She glanced away, not about to let him read the truth in her eyes. That night had been amazing—he’d been amazing. But like with all dreams, eventually you woke up and reality settled in. “If I agree, and I’m not saying that I have, but if I did, it’d be purely business.”

He inwardly sighed. He’d never had this hard of a time convincing a woman to travel with him. Not about to let her slip through his fingers, he said, “Yes, it’ll be business only, if that’s what you want.”

“It is.” And then her eyes twinkled as though a thought had just dawned on her. “And I’d have one other stipulation.”

He knew he wasn’t going to like this. “And that would be?”

“Your wardrobe.”

“What about it?”

“It’s not the most practical attire for cleaning out suites. I’m assuming you’ll be helping to box up mementos and such.” He nodded and she continued, “Then you’ll want some more casual clothes. After all, who would do manual labor in a designer suit? Each one probably cost more than a month’s rent.”

She had a point, and by the frown forming on his face, he couldn’t argue. She wondered if he’d ever cleaned and packed up an apartment in his life. His background was so different than hers.

“What are you thinking?”

She shook her head, not about to upset her potential employer. “It’s nothing.”

“You know you didn’t have a problem opening up to me the night of the reception.”

“That night was different.”

“It’ll be a very long trip if we must censor everything we say to each other.”