Kostas's Convenient Bride

Andreas shifted in his seat, trying to control his urge to demand Kayla explain her remark about six years ago. It wasn’t just a restaurant full of strangers he didn’t want witnessing their very private conversation.

Andreas had no intention of giving their nosy cabbie any more fodder for his curiosity.

When they arrived at the hotel, Andreas waited on the sidewalk for Kayla to scoot out of the back seat. He would usually go ahead of her, trusting her to follow, but in her current state, he wasn’t taking anything for granted.

She stopped in front of him, tugging the hem of her sexy little dress down. It hugged every curve, reminding him of how beautiful she was, that no other woman had ever measured up to the perfection of Kayla Jones since that first day he’d seen her across the quad at university.

He shoved those thoughts away. “Are you ready to go inside?”

“Do I have a choice?” she asked, 100 percent attitude.

Rather than grab her, he shoved his hands into his pockets. “You act like I’m some kind of tyrant.”

“Do I need to remind you of the events of the last hour?” she asked in that sarcastic tone that made him want to do things he’d made himself forget.

He forced an even tone. “None of which would have happened if you had been waiting in the suite when I arrived.”

“That was not going to happen.”

“So, you wanted to go shopping.” It had not surprised him to find out she was in the garment district. Kayla liked to shop when she was stressed. She’d worked out a few knotty computer codes with “shopping therapy,” as she called it. It was discovering she was with Jacob Tarkent that had Andreas’s blood pressure spiking. “Did you have to pick up a date?”

Kayla stepped past him with a saucy sway of her sexy hips. “He picked me up.”

“I figured.” Andreas followed, forcing himself to ignore the way her dress and attitude were affecting his libido.

He had six years’ experience ignoring these sexual urges. It shouldn’t be so damn hard.

“So? I’m single. It’s allowed.”

“You are in a strange city. He could have been anyone.”

“But he’s not.”

“No.” As soon as he’d known whom she was with, he’d had a background check run on Jacob Tarkent, by Hawk’s company coincidentally.

They were very thorough and fast.

“So, you knew I was safe.”

He put his hand on her arm, stopping them outside the doors to the hotel. “You didn’t.” And that was the damned point, even if she wanted to ignore it.

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