At His Revenge: Sold to the Enemy / Bartering Her Innocence / Innocent of His Claim

The fact that he wanted her was as intoxicating as the feelings he whipped up inside her with nothing but the skill of his mouth.

‘Maybe you should get a room. I know the man who owns this villa. I could put in a good word for you if you like?’

A light female voice cut through her dreams and Selene would have jumped away from him had it not been for the fact that Stefan kept her locked firmly against him.

‘Your timing is less than perfect, Carys.’

‘I thought it was absolutely perfect.’

Bitterly disappointed by the interruption, Selene stole a glance at the other woman, wondering who she was.

The woman was stunning, her smile cool as she extended a hand to Selene. ‘I’m Carys. And you’re Selene.’

It gave her a jolt that someone recognised her. Stupidly, she hadn’t even thought of that. ‘You know me?’

‘Of course. It’s just unusual not to see you with your parents. You’re such a close-knit family.’

Selene kept her smile in place. This was the part she was used to playing and she played it well. ‘It’s nice to meet you.’

‘Mmm. And you.’ Carys raised her glass to her lips, admiration in her eyes as she looked at Stefan. ‘I have to hand it to you, occasionally you display a Machiavellian genius beyond anything I’ve ever encountered. Game, set and match, Stefan.’

Selene, who assumed that this coded exchange related to their relationship, stayed silent as Carys scooped two glasses of champagne from a passing waitress and handed one to her.

‘Let’s drink to your existence.’

She saw Stefan frown slightly and remembered what he’d said about not drinking any more champagne, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask for orange juice in front of this sophisticated woman so she tapped her glass against hers and drank.

The alcohol fizzed into her veins and boosted her confidence. She wanted to dance but no one else seemed to be and when she asked why, Carys looked amused.

‘Dancing makes one—hot.’

‘Does that matter?’ She started to sway on the spot and the other woman smiled.

‘That’s for you to decide, but if you can tempt Stefan onto the dance floor then you’ll have succeeded where others have failed.’

Realising that she desperately wanted to succeed where others had failed, Selene watched as she walked away. ‘She hates me. Not because of my father, but because of you. She’s crazy about you.’

He gave her a sharp look. ‘Not so innocent, are you?’

‘I’m good at reading people.’ She’d had to be. She’d learned to recognise everything that wasn’t said, every emotion hidden beneath the surface, so that she could anticipate and deflect. It was how she lived her life and it was going to take more than one evening of freedom to undo that.

Thoughtful, she finished her champagne. He removed the empty glass from her hand and replaced it with orange juice.

‘Here’s a hint—alcohol makes you feel good for five minutes, then you crash and you’ll be crying on my shoulder.’

‘I only cry when I’m happy. Although you should know I’m very happy tonight so you probably ought to stock up on tissues.’ Laughing at the look on his face, she tugged her hand from his and spun onto the dance floor. Emerging from a pirouette, she smacked into Stefan who closed his hands around her arms to steady her.

‘No more champagne.’

‘Killjoy.’

‘I’m preserving my sanity and your brain cells.’

‘I just want to start living my life.’ The thumping rhythm of the music made it impossible not to dance.

Stefan clamped his arm around her to restrict her movements. ‘But you don’t have to live it all in one night.’

The music slowed and he drew her against him. She sighed and slid her arms around his neck. ‘You know when you have a dream and the reality turns out even better?’

He covered her lips with his fingers. ‘I don’t know what is coming out of your mouth next, but I suggest this would be a good moment to clamp it shut.’

‘It’s no wonder all the women chase after you because you are seriously hot.’

He shook his head in disbelief. ‘Whatever happened to the shy, withdrawn nun who walked into my office?’

‘I think this might be the real me, and the real me has never been let out before.’

Amusement mingled with exasperation. ‘Should I be afraid?’

‘You’re not afraid of anything. That’s why I came to you. I know it’s not politically correct to admit it but I think I might be very turned on by strong men.’ Dizzy from the atmosphere and the champagne circulating in her system, Selene leaned her forehead against his chest. ‘And it doesn’t hurt that you smell amazing.’

‘Selene—’

‘And you kiss like a god. You must have had hours of practice to be able to kiss like that. It’s brilliant to have ticked the first thing on my wish list.’

‘You have a wish list?’

‘I have a list of ten things I want to experience the moment I leave the island and start my new life. Being kissed is one of them and I have to say you aced that one. I’m so glad it was you and not some slobbery amateur. Another is waking up next to a really hot guy.’ She sneaked a look at him and he shook his head in disbelief.

‘So this is what happens when an overprotected daughter suddenly cuts loose. Until a few hours ago you were a shy girl who had never been near a city. What else is on this list of yours?’

Selene discovered that her head was too fuzzy to remember in detail. ‘Being able to make my own decisions about everything. Sex is on my list, too, obviously. Wild, abandoned sex.’

‘With anyone in particular?’ His mocking tone made her smile.

‘Yes, you. I always wanted the first time to be you.’ She saw no reason not to be honest. ‘I hope I’m not giving you performance anxiety? No pressure or anything.’

His eyes glittered down into hers but he was no longer smiling. Somewhere during the course of their conversation the atmosphere had shifted subtly. ‘I think the champagne is talking.’

‘No, I’m pretty sure it was me, although the champagne might have prompted it. It’s good at removing inhibitions.’

‘I’d noticed.’ With a driven sigh, he drew her off the dance floor and down a narrow path that led to the beach.

‘Where are we going? You’re walking too fast.’

‘I’m removing you from public before you tip over the edge and do something you’re going to regret.’ He cursed under his breath as she stumbled and fell against him. ‘Cristos, I should have taken that third glass of champagne out of your hand.’ His voice harsh, he swept her into his arms as if she weighed nothing and continued down the steps. ‘Here’s another tip. Next time stop drinking while you can still walk in a straight line.’

‘There might not be a next time. That’s why I’m making the most of this time. You have to live for the moment and I’m living for the moment. At least, I’m trying to live for the moment but it’s hard to do that unless the other person is doing it too.’