The Greek's One-Night Heir

‘Yet?’ she queried doubtfully because that wicked light in his eyes made her laugh. There was too much fun to be had first, clearly. How could he not be a playboy? All the women who’d want him, it’d be too easy. But she played along. ‘Because you have too much to do? Too busy with work? Too many other options?’

‘None of the above.’ He chose another answer altogether. ‘Hence no date to the ballet…’

‘I don’t believe you’re out of options,’ she said. ‘You’ve chosen not to bring a date.’ She cocked her head. ‘Because you don’t want to settle down at all?’

He met her gaze with knowing amusement.

She shook her head sadly. ‘Why do I get the feeling your poor grandfather is going to be waiting a while…’

He rolled his shoulders and his amusement faded as something far more serious flickered in his eyes. ‘He’s been unwell—this is preying on him. Hence the lecture.’

Leah watched him blink away that sliver of pain. That he’d not ended the call soon enough to get into the theatre showed he had patience and loyalty and respect for his relative.

‘Family expectations can be hard,’ she offered with soft honesty. ‘I’m an eternal disappointment to mine.’

He looked back into her eyes and they were held for a moment—silent scrutiny, total awareness—and she was struck by the conviction there was much more buried beneath his perfect surface.

‘I don’t believe you’d ever be a disappointment,’ he finally muttered—so low and so serious that she couldn’t smile and shake it off.

Instead a heated flush swept over her skin and she swallowed back the hard lump that had formed in her throat. ‘Well, you’d be wrong.’

He gazed at her for another moment of that unspoken communication—the deeply guarded truth, not the superficial denial that there was anything wrong.

Then he blinked and his lips twitched. ‘Your family want you to marry too?’

Laughter burst out, breaking that intensity. She shook her head.

‘Quite right, it’s a dreadful idea,’ he teased.

‘No,’ she said firmly. ‘It isn’t—’

‘You’re wrong.’ He saluted her with his drink again. ‘All marriages end up miserable.’

‘Wow…is that what happened to you?’

He almost choked on his drink and then laughed. ‘Not married. Never married. Never will marry.’

Yes, the only ring in his world was the ring of finality.

‘Because…’ She inhaled deeply as she studied him thoughtfully. ‘Parents?’

He flashed a look at her—pure pain, pure denial, pure promise of retribution.

‘Yeah,’ she murmured meekly. ‘Poor grandfather.’

‘You think I’m that predictable.’ He took another sip.

‘I think that everyone feels pain, sometimes,’ she said. ‘And often the people who inflict the most pain are the people we’re meant to be closest to.’

‘I’m not close to them,’ he said softly, then forced another smile. ‘So, tell me about your dancer friend. Is it her debut?’

‘No, it’s just that I’ve only recently moved to London so I haven’t been able to see her perform until tonight.’ She shifted guiltily on her chair as she remembered. ‘And now I’ve missed her.’

‘Only the first half. And she doesn’t need to know you’ve missed that.’

‘You think I should lie to her?’

He smiled at her as if she were a timid little lamb. ‘You’re omitting a little of the truth. That’s not a lie.’

‘Of course it’s a lie,’ she corrected him flatly. ‘It’s not completely honest.’

‘And we should always be completely honest?’ He shook his head and laughed openly.

‘You think I’m wrong?’

‘Naïve, perhaps.’ He leaned closer. ‘Sometimes telling the truth serves no purpose. When it can only hurt the person who has to hear it, why would you?’ He broke off with a sharp breath.

She had the feeling he wasn’t thinking of her little ‘missing the first half’ mistake any more.

‘So you’d omit the truth, or tell a lie, to protect someone?’ she asked.

‘Of course.’

He said it with such quiet certainty, she knew he had and did. She thought of the grandfather all over again and wondered what it was he protected him from.

That quizzical look lit his eyes again. ‘What would hurt your friend more? Knowing you missed the first half, or never knowing you missed it?’

‘If she ever found out I lied, that would hurt her the most. But if I tell her the truth, she’ll just laugh at me.’

He stilled, his gaze keen on her. ‘And that doesn’t hurt you?’

She shrugged. ‘My crime isn’t that critical and I’m already laughing at myself.’ She eyed him. ‘We can laugh together. Sharing pain takes some of the sting out of it, doesn’t it?’

‘Not always.’

‘Hmmm.’ She pondered it. ‘The problem is, one omission inevitably leads to more lies—she’ll ask what I thought of something in the first half and I’d have to lie then.’

‘Or you could just not talk about it at all.’

She laughed. ‘So your solution is to just bury everything and live in total denial? Pretend nothing bad ever happened?’ She leaned closer. ‘It’ll only come back to haunt you.’

‘Don’t tell me you believe in ghosts.’

‘Well, I believe some things—feelings mostly—can’t stay buried. They rise like zombies and eat your brain to the point where you can’t think clearly any more.’ It happened to her frequently.

‘So you always act on your emotions?’ he queried. ‘Act on gut feelings rather than with rational thought?’

She sighed. ‘I’m human. I try to be a good one and not hurt others.’

‘So honesty it is?’

‘Ideally, yes.’

‘Ideally.’ He sent her an indulgent smile. ‘So how, ideally, will your friend react?’

‘I know she’ll laugh. It’s not the first time I’ve messed up.’

‘You’ve known her a while?’

‘We grew up in the same town and were in ballet class together.’

‘But you don’t dance any more?’

‘My passion outweighed my talent.’

‘Surely passion’s the most important ingredient?’ His eyes gleamed. ‘Talent without passion is nothing. Skills can be learned, passion can’t.’

‘Well, that may be so, but I’m already taller than average.’ She shrugged, long skilled at masking her self-consciousness about it. ‘Put me in pointe shoes and I tower over most men.’

It wasn’t the only reason she’d quit, but he didn’t need to know anything more about her constant inability to meet her parents’ expectations.

‘Is that why you wear flat shoes now? So you’re not taller than your men?’

Her men? She choked back a laugh at the thought. ‘I wear them because they’re comfortable. I dress to please myself, not some man.’

He grinned appreciatively. ‘Sure. But you’re not taller than me. You could wear high heels when we go out.’

‘I’m not going out with you.’

‘Aren’t we out right now?’ he teased.

She shook her head. ‘By accident, not design.’

‘So wouldn’t you go out with me if I asked?’

‘Would you ask?’

That smile hovered around his mouth and he took another sip. ‘Perhaps it’s better if I omit to answer—the truth might terrify you. It mildly terrifies me.’ His gaze clung to her lips and radiated a flash of heat that rippled over her. ‘What is it you like about ballet? The costumes? Because it’s romantic?’

‘There’s nothing romantic about ballet,’ she scoffed, covering that moment of awareness. ‘It’s ruthless.’

‘You mean bloody blisters and sprained muscles?’

‘I mean more than that. Did you know in this ballet the girl goes mad and dies of a broken heart because the man she loved lied to her,’ she said with a pointed look. ‘Because he omits to tell her he’s betrothed to another woman. I don’t think that’s romantic.’

He chuckled but then leaned forward to tease. ‘It was the prospect of marriage, see? It caused all the problems.’

She rolled her eyes even as she laughed. Just then theatre doors opened and the audience spilled out, shattering the sense of intimacy that had built between them. Somehow that time had sped by and she was sorry it had gone so quickly.

‘It’s probably time to take your seat.’ He gestured behind her. ‘You don’t want to leave it too late…’

‘Okay.’ But the flutters in her stomach wouldn’t cease. That she was going to spend the rest of the evening with him? Even though she knew he was just amusing himself, it was still unbelievable.

Leah followed the waiting usher, her pulse quickening as the woman guided her to the best seat in the theatre. Overcome with appreciation she turned to thank him, but he wasn’t with them. Somehow he’d disappeared in the crowd. Too late she realised the truth. He wasn’t sitting with her because it wasn’t a spare ticket he’d given her. It was his own.

Disappointment hit as that unusual bubble of happiness and hope popped. She hadn’t had the chance to thank him or even say goodbye. Instinctively she knew she wasn’t going to see him again. Who said chivalry was dead?

But to think that for a second she’d thought he’d actually been attracted to her. She was mortified at the memory and glad he’d now gone, given he’d clearly just been filling in time.

As the lights dimmed it took a few minutes for her to appreciate the ballet but then Zoe appeared onstage and she was swamped with pleasure and pride for her friend.

After the final curtain call Leah walked to the artists’ entrance at the back of the theatre to meet her and give her friend the gift she’d made. Her lost ticket confession resulted in them both giggling and then Zoe insisted Leah accompany her to the opening night company party to make it up to her. Secretly she wanted to escape home alone so she could remember her handsome stranger. Instead she smiled and said yes, ruefully thinking of him again as she omitted honesty to save her own embarrassment.

Theo Savas stalked out of the theatre, determined to resist the tempting whisper telling him to seek out that slender brunette with the hopelessly soft eyes. He forced himself to make the mandatory appearance at the ballet’s opening night celebration. He couldn’t skip it, given the party was at the hotel he was staying in. But he could escape early and have some space and privacy before his early flight home to Athens. He had little desire to socialise beyond the cursory showing of his face.

His mind teased, replaying the light conversation he’d had with the tall, ticketless sylph. He’d watched her from the distance during the ballet, happy in the back-row seat off to the side management had found for him. She’d sat motionless through the performance, apparently entranced, and she’d applauded energetically. But he’d seen a hint of sadness on her mouth when she’d turned to leave. Theo had pressed back into the crowd as competing instincts had warred within him. He had affairs only rarely—always discreet, always without strings, always unencumbered by emotion or the weight of baggage. There were no hearts involved in his dalliances. Physical pleasure was just a freely given gift—very simple, very satisfying. The suggestion of anything more was not. He’d seen the hurt it caused when it mattered too much.

And he didn’t think the leggy brunette was the no-strings, no-hearts type.

As he walked into the reception room the nearest group of women turned to stare, then smile. One peeled off and walked over.

‘You’re Theo Savas.’

‘I am.’

Invitation shone in the pretty dancer’s eyes but he turned away from it as he invariably did. Yet he still couldn’t shake the recollection of that brunette’s lavender-blue gaze or the awkward interest that had shone from it. Regret curled.

‘I’m—’

‘I’m sorry,’ he interrupted the woman briefly. ‘I can’t stop to chat.’

He’d check in with the company director and get out of here. But as he turned to seek out the director he spotted a tall figure on the other side of the room. His second glance morphed into a stare. And he smiled. Every sense sharpened. She was in shadow, but her silhouette was unmistakable. Triumph allowed temptation to burst free. His ticketless damsel must have been invited to the after-party by her dancer friend.

‘Hey.’ He caught her arm to get her attention in the crowd, barely quelling the impulse to pull her close.

‘Oh…’ Her pupils dilated as she stared up at him. There was no hiding the sensuality that sparkled in her eyes. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I could ask you the same question.’ He couldn’t drag his hungry gaze from her face. It was as if he’d not seen her in months, not mere minutes. ‘Where’s your friend?’ He didn’t really care. All that mattered was that they had a second chance and he wasn’t letting her slip away again. Not yet.

She glanced around then pointed to a petite woman animatedly talking to a group of dancers. ‘Zoe’s over there.’ As she watched her that sparkle in her eyes dimmed. ‘She’s…busy at the moment.’

‘She’s left you alone.’

‘You left me alone too.’

He stilled, silenced by that hint of reproach.

‘She’s having a good time’ she added quickly, failing to mask her awkwardness in the sudden pregnant moment. ‘She deserves to.’

‘And you don’t?’

‘I did have a good time. But you gave me your ticket.’ She looked up at him. ‘Why did you do that? You missed the whole thing.’

He could omit a couple of little facts and bask in her gratitude, but he didn’t want to lie to her. Not after that oddly intimate little conversation they’d had before the ballet. ‘Actually, they gave me another seat, so like you I didn’t miss the second half.’

That seat at the very side of the theatre had been perfect, because while it had given him an obstructed view of the stage, it had also given him an angled view of her…though that little fact he was going to omit.

‘Oh, good. I’m so glad.’ A faint wash of colour bloomed over her face. ‘It was still very kind of you.’

‘Mmm…’ He still didn’t feel very kind right now. He felt achy. ‘It was my pleasure.’ He’d enjoyed watching the emotions flit across her face. ‘I get to go to the ballet a lot. The theatre, opera, sports fixtures…it comes with my job.’

‘You don’t enjoy it?’

‘Sure. Mostly.’ But when he had other issues pressing on his mind, not so much. And right now he had too much on his mind. It had been a miserable few months. He just wanted to forget it all for a while. Temptation beckoned. Maybe his method was standing right in front of him. And maybe, he just couldn’t resist.

He held his hand out to her. ‘Theo Savas.’

Leah didn’t want to keep staring but she couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from him. ‘Leah Turner.’

A premonition warned her, but the urge for the slightest touch was irresistible and she put her hand in his. For a second they were locked together in a moment of physical intimacy that felt much more powerful than a mere handshake should.

As she stared into his eyes her thoughts jumbled. He’d just been kind earlier—hadn’t expected to see her again, hadn’t known she was going to be at this party. His gift had been just that, a simple gift with no strings—just a thoughtful, generous moment between strangers.

But the banked fire in his gaze now? The sizzle shooting up her arm? The electricity short-circuited her brain. She couldn’t look away from him. She couldn’t release him any more than he could seem to release her.

‘I should get going,’ she mumbled.

‘Why?’

She swallowed. ‘I have work tomorrow.’

‘So? I have a flight first thing.’

She couldn’t help smiling. ‘Is it a competition?’

‘You tell me.’

She shook her head. ‘I’m not a fan of competition.’

‘No?’ He nodded. ‘No one likes losing.’

So true but she doubted he’d ever lost much.

‘How about collaboration, then?’ He was somehow closer. ‘We’d work together to achieve a common goal…’

Her mouth was so dry she had to lick her lips before she could answer. ‘And that goal would be?’

His eyes were serious even as his mouth curved into a wicked smile. Intensity beneath the charm. ‘The best night of our lives.’

‘Wow. Setting a big goal.’

‘Always. If you don’t aim high…’ His smile faded as he studied her. ‘I didn’t expect to see you again.’

‘Are you sorry you have?’

‘I was sorry I didn’t stay earlier. I was sorry I let you go.’

Her heart trembled. So why had he? She couldn’t bring herself to ask. She still couldn’t move either. Someone pushed past behind her, jostling her in the throng. He released her hand only to wrap his arm around her shoulder and draw her closer against his side. Just like that the rest of the world faded.

‘You want to go somewhere quieter?’ he asked.

Leah had never gone ‘somewhere quieter’ with anyone ever. But she knew what it meant. ‘You barely know me.’

‘And I’m not going to.’ He smiled ruefully. ‘I go back to Greece tomorrow.’

He was in town for only the one night. Was he letting her know this would only be a one-time thing? Was she right in thinking there might even be a one time? She opted for diversion so she could process all the signals she was too inexperienced to be certain of. ‘You’re from Greece? Whereabouts?’

‘Athens.’ His gaze didn’t waver—it was as if he knew she needed a moment to process. ‘But I have a holiday home on an island.’

Of course he did. He probably had homes everywhere.

‘Have you ever been there?’ he asked, seeming to reach for the same delaying diversion she was.

She shook her head.

‘No interest?’ He looked aghast.

She laughed. ‘I’d love to go there one day.’

‘Sail around the islands, right?’ He smiled as if it was what everybody wanted.

‘I’m sure that would be amazing, but I’d really like to go to Delphi.’

‘You studied Classics? The Antiquities?’

She shook her head. ‘No, it’s silly, but one of my favourite books was set in Delphi.’

‘What book?’

‘You probably haven’t read it…’

‘I’m actually quite well read—what’s the title?’

She shook her head. ‘It’s an old paperback, you won’t know it…’ She’d found it in the reception of the doctor’s one time and smuggled it home and hidden it from her parents. A romantic suspense wasn’t on the prescribed list her parents had drawn up for her.

He smiled, guessing that she didn’t want to tell him. ‘You’ll have to travel there then, to see if it lives up to its literary imagining.’

‘I’ve only just moved to London.’ She shrugged. ‘Greece might have to wait a while.’

‘So you’re new to town and I’m just passing through…yet fate has made it so we meet twice in the one night.’

‘And you want me to…’

‘Yes.’ Something smouldered in his eyes. ‘You know what I want you to do,’ he said. ‘I want you to come with me. And yes, I mean exactly what you’re thinking.’

Yes, he’d changed. In the theatre, he’d held back for some reason. Now, he’d decided and he wasn’t holding back at all.

‘You’re…not shy.’ She bit her lip.

‘But you are. Don’t be afraid to go for what you want.’

She hovered—not indecisive, but insecure. ‘I’m not good at this,’ she confessed.

He didn’t laugh at her. His expression was both encouraging and strained. He lifted a hand and cupped her jaw, the soft touch silencing her.

‘I’m not going to give you a report card, Leah,’ he breathed, closer still. ‘Anyway, there’s no “good”, only amazing. And for the record—so as not to omit any important details—I have no intention of either of us being hurt.’

There was a tension within him—a cause of worry or concern. For her?

‘Want me to give you an example?’ he asked in a husky whisper.

Her pulse thundered. She should pull back and say no. But she didn’t want to and her body decided for her. She rose a half-inch on her toes and met his descending mouth.

Who knew a kiss could be so careful? It began as little more than a soft slide of his lips over hers. His fingers weaved into her hair at the nape of her neck as he held her loose but close. But then his other hand lifted to her waist, pulling her against his body, and the pressure of his mouth on hers increased, the intimacy intensified as he teased her with his tongue. With slow, devastating skill he inexorably pulled a deep response. Not just acquiescence and acceptance but action in return. He unsealed a vast yearning within her and something in her soul leapt—reaching for connection, commanding her to slide her hands up his firm chest to his broad shoulders…to hold him to her every bit as much as he was holding her.

But he stirred more than the heated blood and the sudden slick restlessness of her hips.

A burst of emotion burned careful right the way down to ruthless. Raw hunger was unleashed within—forced into revealing itself by the increasingly demanding counterpart within him. This wasn’t just want, this was craving. She arched, opening for him—seeking more with her own touch, her own tongue and hands and press of her body. And he more than let her. His feet spread as he braced to take more of her in his hold and kissed her thoroughly—his strokes designed to soothe and torment at the same time. She knew it was crazy—that it didn’t make sense—but there was something more than this delicious, uncontrollable lust between them. And it was this something more that made this undeniable.

She shook, violently trembling from head to foot, as sensation rampaged through her like a river released from a decades-locked dam.

At her shudder he ripped his mouth from hers. ‘What do you think?’ His breathing was so roughened his speech sounded slightly slurred.

Thought had very little to do with it. She gazed up, relieved he’d not released his hold on her because she felt dizzy. She drank in the light flush on his skin and the glittering depths of his eyes—basking in the possessive focus he bestowed on her. Still pressed tightly against him, she felt not only his physical desire, but his restraint. She knew he’d walk away from her if she wished.

But that other ache welded her to him, that hidden, true, tender need. His reasons were no doubt different from hers, but she felt his loneliness ran as deep. For the first time she was compelled to both give and take of something unequivocally intimate.

Her answer was so simple, so easy. She couldn’t let this rare moment go. She couldn’t let him go.

‘I think I’m coming with you.’

CHAPTER TWO

HIS SMILE WAS a blazing mix of triumph and sensual determination and barely hidden relief. She realised he was as delighted and as dazed as she was and somehow that multiplied the myriad want and need and hot mess of yes within her.

‘I can’t leave without saying goodbye to Zoe,’ she muttered.

‘Of course.’ He escorted her through the crowd, stepping back when they came up to her friend.

‘Sorry, Zoe.’ Leah caught her attention. ‘I’m going to call it a night—’

‘Since when do you know Theo Savas?’ Zoe interrupted her, managing to screech and whisper at the same time. ‘Since when does Theo Savas kiss anyone in public like that?’

‘You saw…just then?’ Leah’s body smoked with embarrassment.

‘OMG, yes, go.’ Zoe laughed and pulled her into a quick, tight hug. ‘You must, just, go. Do everything I would and more,’ her friend whispered in her ear. ‘For heaven’s sake, have some fun for once!’

Leah’s pulse hammered as Theo firmly grasped her hand and led her through the crowded function room and into the sudden silence of the hotel corridor. She was floating, not walking, right? In the elevator he glanced down at her and smiled but she saw the question in his eyes and tension in his body.

She felt the question too—since when did she wander off with a complete stranger? Before tonight she’d never considered it, would never have thought she would… Yet he didn’t feel like a stranger, more of a kindred spirit—as complicated and careful, those layers of responsibility and obligation hiding other needs and wants. She’d do all she could for someone she cared about; that he did too struck a chord—as if they were vibrating in harmony even though there could be nothing more than this one night between them. And then there was that sheer physical response that she just couldn’t release herself from.