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Or was she?

He looked at Holly, now sitting in an opposite chair inside the jet, as far away fro their baby in her lap

The flight attendant appeared “Would you like a drink, Mr Minos? Your usual Scotch?”

Stavros’s gaze re the curve of her neck, her red hair curling down her shoulders, the fullness of her breasts beneath her loose sweater Was she nursing, or had her breasts always been that big?

Holly looked up “I’d like so water, please”

“Of course, madam Sir?”

As Stavros looked at Holly, their eyes locked The air between theh him of last Christmas, when she’d been naked in his bed The heat of her body sliding against his own, her soft cry joining his hoarse shout as their mutual desire exploded He was hard as a rock

“Chane,” he said “It’s a celebration A new start for us both”

Holly’s eyes widened, her cheeks turning pink Quickly, she turned her head away

But it was too late Because now he knew In spite of her anger, in spite of her hatred, she was as sexually aware of him as he was of her

And he suddenly realized there were additional benefits to taking her as his wife Reasons that had nothing to do with taking care of their child

He’d seduced her before He would seduce her again And this time, it would be forever

CHAPTER SEVEN

SITTING IN A red convertible, as Stavros drove it down the coastal road clinging to the edge of the Aegean Sea, Holly looked out at the bright turquoise water She felt the ind on her face Felt Stavros’s every move beside her It was like torture Holly’s heart lifted to her throat

Why had she ever agreed to this?