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If one of their party hadn’t collapsed, Ella was convinced that Aristandros would never have noticed her Lethia, the teenaged friend of one of Susie’s mates, suffered a seizure Ella was shocked by the way everyone abandoned the girl as she lay twitching and jerking at the side of the dance floor When Ella went to her assistance, Susie was furious ‘Don’t get involved!’ she hissed, trying to drag her sibling back to their table ‘We hardly know her!’
Ignoring Susie’s frantic instructions that she keep her distance, Ella placed Lethia in the recovery position and made her as comfortable as possible while the seizure ran its course The other girls disclaie of Lethia’s health Ella had to turn out the girl’s handbag to learn that Lethia appeared to be an epileptic and to be taking prescribed medication
‘Do you need so her head, she found Aristandros hunkered down by her side, his lean, handsoly serious
‘She’s an epileptic, and she needs to go to hospital because she’s been unconscious more than five minutes,’ Ella told him
Aristandros organised an ambulance, his cool in a crisis welco them He also contacted Lethia’s fanosed epileptic
‘Why wouldn’t anyone else help?’ Ella sighed while they waited for the ambulance
‘I suspect that -related and they didn’t want to be associated with her,’ Aristandros explained
‘Nobody seemed to know that she suffers from epilepsy I suppose she didn’t want people to find out,’ Ella guessed, her blue eyes colish How did you knoas English?’
Dark eyes glinting with aave her a sardonic smile that made it extraordinarily hard for her to breath ‘I had already asked who you were before Lethia collapsed’
Ella flushed, self-consciousness assailing her, because she was convinced he could only have noticed her because she didn’t fit in The other girls were like exotic birds in their ski a simple black skirt with a turquoise top ‘Why did you come over?’
‘I couldn’t take my eyes off you,’ Aristandros confided ‘Lethia was just an excuse’
‘You dump women by text and then call them stalkers I’ to Greek, which she spoke fluently
‘There’s nothing hotter than a challenge, glikiaas fly-swats lowering on his dark, golden gaze…
CHAPTER THREE
AT NINE the following , Ella slid into a silver li loaded Her hair anchored in a knot at the nape of her neck, she was dressed with care in a narrow grey skirt and a pinstripe shirt She ell aware that she didn’t look like mistress material, but was proud of that fact If Aristandros wanted to waste his ti to turn a level-headed unfashionable woman into a seductive bedroom hottie who dressed to ies that he so professed to love on his hands
Ella closed restive hands round the handbag on her lap Sex was just sex, and of course she could handle it Technically she knew a lot about men Most probably she wasn’t the sexiest woman around—after all, she had lived for years as if sex as an activity didn’t exist Celibacy had only bothered her once, and that hile she’d been seeing Aristandros She could feel her cheeks war kiss on his yacht He was so slick, so practiced, that he knew all the rightout of control Aristandros, on the other hand, would love getting her in that condition as it would crown his conviction that he was a hell of a guy both in and out of bed
When the limo drew up by the kerb, Ella cli before her in surprise The sleek logo of a city lawyers’ office greeted her frowning gaze She walked into Reception, where she was i round from theto study her
‘What a here?’ Ella questioned before he could even part his chiselled lips As always he looked aood looks and highly expensive tailoring, a sophisticated business-tycoon to his fingertips But even at first glance he was a great deal more than that, for he exuded a potent aura of power and self-assurance
Dark-golden eyes narrowed and rested on her, roving from the full curve of her mouth to the swell of her breasts with a sensual appreciation that was as bold as it was blatantly ly aware of his appraisal, and conscious of the wanton awareness tingling between her thighs, Ella flushed a fierce pink