The Diakos Baby Scandal

Suddenly he gripped her arms and pulled her towards him, up onto her tiptoes so that her lips were just below his. All he had to do was bend his head a fraction more and his mouth would come down over hers. He would take back what had once been his—reclaim her body in hot, hard retribution for what she had done.

But this wasn’t what he had come to London for. He could not—would not—let his libido get in the way of fulfilling his mother’s dying wish. He needed Kerry to convince Drakon to sell him the island.

‘I didn’t come here for this,’ he said gruffly, letting go of her arms and stepping away from her.

‘I don’t know what you mean,’ Kerry said, shaken by how husky her voice sounded.

How had she let herself fall under his sensual spell so easily? Why would she even respond to him at all, after the horrible way he had treated her?

‘You know as well as I do,’ he said. ‘Let’s not play any more games. I’ll tell you what I came for.’

‘Why don’t you?’ she said, pleased with how sassy she managed to sound, considering the way her body was still buzzing with unwanted desire for him. Even though her face was streaked with rain, she could feel her cheeks burning. ‘It’s taking you long enough to get round to it.’

The rain was coming down more heavily now, and she lifted her hand to brush her long wet fringe back from her face. She stared straight up into his eyes, determined not to let him see any weakness. She’d be ready next time, if he started looking at her like that again—as if he wanted to tear off her clothes and make love to her right there and then.

After everything that had happened she couldn’t believe he’d had the audacity to come on to her like that. And she couldn’t believe she’d let herself respond. She would not let it happen again.

‘Do you want to go inside?’ he asked, glancing around as if he was looking for a café. ‘Sit out of the rain while we talk?’

‘No. I’m already wet, and my break is nearly over,’ she said. ‘Just tell me what you want from me.’

She didn’t relish the idea of continuing their conversation standing in the rain on a busy urban pavement—but somehow she felt safer out in the open. The thought of being in a confined space with him, even a public café, sent a shiver of apprehension down her spine.

‘I want to buy an island from an old man,’ Theo said, getting straight to the point. ‘I need you to help me secure the deal.’

Kerry frowned up at him. She felt slightly startled by the fact that he was finally being direct about his reason for coming to her, but she was also puzzled as to why he thought he needed her help.

‘What have I got to do with it?’ she asked, intrigued despite herself.

‘It is because you meddled in my family’s affairs—creating a situation that caused the media frenzy—that the old man is reluctant to do business with me,’ Theo said. ‘He wants to sell his island to someone with traditional values—someone he approves of.’

‘I don’t understand how you think I can help you—even if I wanted to,’ Kerry said. ‘What can I do to change the way this man thinks about you?’

‘The old man in question is called Drakon Notara. He remembers meeting you. Apparently he liked you,’ Theo replied, somehow making it sound as if he thought it highly unlikely that anyone would actually like her.

‘I remember him.’ Kerry frowned, irritated by Theo’s tone. ‘He told me all about the wildlife sanctuary he has on his island. He hates all these intensive modern developments and wants to keep somewhere natural.’ She paused and looked at Theo quizzically. ‘Why do you want to buy a wildlife sanctuary?’

For a long moment he didn’t respond, and something made Kerry think that Theo hadn’t even known about the sanctuary. He just wanted the island.

‘No wonder Drakon doesn’t want to sell to you,’ she said. ‘He doesn’t want a hotel on his nature preserve.’

‘It seemed to me that he was more concerned with my commitment to family values,’ Theo said curtly. ‘Therefore you will accompany me to his island tomorrow—travelling as my fiancée. At no point will you reveal that we have not been together since you met him.’

Kerry stared at him in shock.

‘Fiancée?’ she repeated.

For a moment she almost thought he was proposing to her. But that would be crazy. Almost as crazy as him expecting a woman he’d heartlessly cast aside for making one mistake to pose as his fiancée. Just so that he could buy an island from an old man who apparently did not approve of him.

‘Yes,’ Theo said. ‘For the duration of the few days we are to spend on the island you are to act the perfect, adoring fiancée in every way.’

‘I wasn’t your fiancée when I met Drakon,’ she said, saying the first thing that came into her mind. It seemed a ridiculous thing to say—but so was the charade Theo was suggesting.

‘Time has passed since then,’ Theo said. ‘It would seem natural that our relationship has progressed.’

‘Progressed!’ Kerry exclaimed, finally coming to her senses. ‘That’s an interesting take on it. I thought it had ended—badly—the night you kicked me out without giving me a chance to defend myself.’

‘There’s no defence for what you did,’ Theo said. ‘So why would I listen to whatever spin you wanted to put on your meddling? Whatever excuse you were going to give me?’

‘There’s no way I’m going to help you persuade a dear old man to sell you his island,’ she said.

‘Yes, you are,’ Theo said. ‘I will collect you from your flat tomorrow morning.’

‘You don’t know where I live!’ she exclaimed.

‘Of course I do,’ he replied scathingly. ‘Be packed and ready by six-thirty.’

Biting panic suddenly flared within her—freezing her insides stone-cold with dread. He’d found out where she worked, which probably meant he did know where she lived. And if he knew that, what else had his people found out about her—what else would they find if they dug deeper?

She had to keep Lucas hidden from him.

She remembered his words—a Diakos child belongswith the Diakos family.

He’d had no qualms about taking Hallie’s child from her, and she was married to his brother—a true member of the family. What chance did Kerry have against him if he wanted to take his son?

‘Don’t make me come for you at work tomorrow,’ Theo said. ‘I will find you if you try to hide from me. And if you give me the runaround I will not be pleased.’

* * *

Kerry stood on the pavement outside her block of flats at six o’clock the following morning. It was very early, but she could not risk Theo coming inside the building to look for her. The closer she let him come to her home, the more chance there was of him finding out about Lucas.

Half an hour later, when a smart black limousine pulled up beside her, she discovered that she’d be travelling alone. Theo had already returned to Athens the previous evening.

‘Your ticket, Miss Martin,’ his assistant said, handing her a white envelope. ‘You are booked on a flight out of Heathrow airport this morning. You will be met when you arrive in Athens, and taken to join Mr Diakos. You will then fly out to the island together.’

‘Thank you,’ Kerry said automatically. Still slightly stunned by Theo’s absence, she slipped into the limo and stared out through the tinted window.

Was Theo really so confident that she would meekly do as she was told? She’d never actually agreed to go with him. In fact she’d told him point-blank that she was not going. Had she always been so biddable that it just didn’t occur to him that she might refuse to co-operate?

He didn’t know the reason she’d had to go—the secret she could not risk him uncovering if she made him come looking for her. He must simply have expected her to do as she was told because that was what she had always done.

She closed her eyes and hugged herself, already missing Lucas although it was scarcely an hour since she’d left him with Bridget—the only person in the world she truly trusted. They’d been brought up together as sisters and, despite the fact that she had discovered later that Bridget was really her aunt, they still shared an incredibly close, sisterly bond.

Kerry knew Lucas would be safe with her. Bridget had her own little ones and was used to babies, but even so Kerry felt horrible leaving him. She knew she had no choice—to protect her son she had to leave him for a couple of nights—but somehow she felt she was letting him down.

Theo glanced across at Kerry as they climbed out of the helicopter on Drakon Notara’s island. Her hair was whipping about in the wind, and as she put up her hands to hold it back from her face he saw that she was pale and shaky after the flight.

She’d never complained, even though he’d asked her to join him on many of his trips, but Theo knew she wasn’t a good traveller. Chances were she hadn’t slept much the night before, and the limo had picked her up very early that morning. Tiredness always made her travel sickness worse, and he guessed she was feeling pretty rough. But he wanted her bright and appealing, to convince Drakon to sell him the island.