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His eyes rested on heron the beauty that had been revealed to hiet Could not pass by

There was a truth about her he could not deny—a truth that had been blazing in hiain now, as she sat opposite hirey-green eyes, so incredibly beautiful

I want her—I desire her Since thebeauty to ht I had to ignore it, suppress it, because I refused to play Stavros’s infernal ga her now I can indulge in my desire for her! She can be mine!

Six months, he’d said Well, that was all his amours ever lasted anyway After that they always burned out, became stale and tedious No woer and he preferred it that way—he freely admitted that

Six uarantee a business er that would double the Lakaris fortune, just as his father had intended, and, as a sweetener like no other, this stunningly beautiful woman he could not take his eyes from would be his for the duration

What more could he possibly want?

The question was rhetorical—the ansas blazing in his head

All he needed was her agreeht

Rosalie heard what he was saying—heard his words, though she could scarcely credit the in her head as he fell silent

‘You will never know poverty again’

She sed Looked about her The swish restaurant they were lunching at was filled noith diners, all well heeled Waiters hovered discreetly, taking orders for the delicious gourmet food that was the everyday fare of those who frequented places like this

She shifted position in her chair, feeling the soft fabric of the outfit she earing—re that had been on it It would have been as i a villa in the Caribbean

Meht she’d spent at that five-star London hotel, the luxury and the lavishness of it all The fortune it had cost

Her eyes went back to theopposite her with his unreadable expression, waiting for her response

She looked at the superb cut of his business suit easing across his broad shoulders, the silk tie, the gold tiepin, the svelte look of sleek, expensive grooht back to the low, lean car he’d driven her here in, with its fao on the bonnet and the deep soft leather bucket seats she’d sunk into Thought back to the flight in first class she’d taken to Athens, the non-stop chaht attendants, the very lap of luxury