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Finally it was done, and she gave the last ribbon one final curl with the edge of her scissors With relief she reached for the snipped off tag and flashed it through the bar-code reader and got on with printing out the invoice The cost of the scarves still astounded her — she could have bought an entire outfit for the price of one of these hand-painted silken works of art But then everything about working in this luxury gift shop in this five-star hotel still astounded her — that people really existed who could afford what the shop stocked, who could afford to stay at the hotel in the first place

This nize money when it walked around the lobby, and thisabout him shrieked it, from his superb tailored business suit to the tips of his Italian handmade shoes

Just as everything about hieous male she'd ever seen

And she was going to have to look at hi her head bowed With huge effort, as if she were lifting a great weight, she looked up at him

"Would you prefer to pay here, sir, or shall I charge it to your room?"

As her gazeswoop again, and a tiny gasp escaped her constricted throat

For a second his eyes narrowed, as if focusing on her properly for the first tiain

That palpable aura of impatience vanished Completely vanished In its place his eyes washed over her

Caressing her…

The swoop caasp again Soed in his eye — amusement, that was it

And it devastated her even more

"Charge it to my room," he instructed in that deep, accented voice "1209"

"And the name, sir?" she asked, her voice still faint She needed a naainst the reservations computer in case of fraud He took the paynature line

"Andreakos Leon Andreakos" He picked up the gift-wrapped scarf "Kalispera, thespinis," he murmured in his deep, accented voice and walked out

Greek, she thought weakly He's Greek