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But of course she had looked at hiiven hilance because e person’s radar more than a couple of times in a lifetime

His rugged face was too hard to be described as handsome and his sensual lips were marred by a twist of ruthlessness His hair was ebony, his skin like polished bronze, but it was his dark-fringed eyes which captured your attention and made it difficult to look away Unexpectedly blue eyes, which made her think of those sunlit seas you always saw in travel brochures Sardonic eyes which seemed to have the ability to make her feel

What?

Ellie shook her head slightly She wasn’t sure As if she sensed so lost in him? As if, on some incomprehensible level, they were kindred spirits? Stupid crazy stuff she shouldn’t be feeling, that was for sure Her fingers tightened around the tray It was definitely tio home

But Alek Sarantos was still staring as if he aiting for her to change her mind and as those blue eyes seared into her she felt a brief wobble of temptation Because it wasn’t every day a Greek billionaire asked you to have a drink with him

‘It’s getting on for twelve,’ she said doubtfully

‘I’ the time,’ he said with a touch of iht—does your car turn into a pumpkin?’

Ellie jerked back her head in surprise She was amazed he knew the story of Cinderella—did that h rather less surprised that he’d associated her with the famous skivvy

‘I don’t have a car,’ she said ‘Just a bicycle’

‘You live out in the middle of nowhere and you don’t have a car?’

‘No’ She rested the tray against her hip and s elementary subtraction to a five-year-old ‘A bike is much more practical round here’

‘So what happens when you go to London—or the coast?’