Page 9 of About Love and Revenge

What does she think she's doing?

I should shut down the computer right away. That's not why I had the cameras installed.

But I happen to be mesmerized by that unique woman. So instead of pulling away, I zoom in on the image and lean back in my leather chair to get a better look at it.

The cameras are good, state-of-the-art, so I have access to every detail; even a sigh would be audible, since that's what they were designed for: to get more information against Leandros Argyros.

Elina wears a long, simple, silk nightgown that doesn't look like it was bought with any intent to seduce, but it still looks delicious.

Of course, I’ve followed her over the years, as well as all the Argyroses.

She’s always intrigued me. Ever since that meeting on the beach, when she was just a little girl but still confronted me, Elina has aroused my curiosity.

I'd be a liar if I said I didn’t pay more attention to her than to her siblings.

She walks slowly into the library, almost as if she’s doing something illicit. Why would anyone need to be cautious inside their own home?

Only the lamp is on, giving her sneaky night stroll a dreamlike atmosphere.

I like to watch people. I study them, find their weaknesses.

So far I haven't had to do this with a woman—act like a stalker—especially in such an intimate situation.

Why are you up at this hour, blondie?

After seeming to check if she's really alone, she spins her body across the room, as if dancing a waltz in her head. Her steps are light, smooth, barely touching the ground.

After perusing the shelves full of books, she goes to one of them and lets her fingers run along the hardcovers. She touches them slowly, as if she is caressing them, and as crazy as it sounds, that turns me on. I imagine those fingers moving down my abdomen, gliding until they find the right path to my cock.

How many lovers must she have had?

Elina has many suitors willing to make her their wife. Her father has been trying to marry her to one of them for years, but apparently he’s waiting for the best offer.

As far as I know, she has no intention of choosing a husband. Maybe she just wants to have fun with the poor people who fall into her web of seduction. Because if there's one thing you can't deny about Elina, it's that she's of unparalleled beauty.

I date women who border on perfection. Models, actresses.

Elina Argyros, however, has something I haven't found anywhere else. Her air of superiority—so much like her father's—and her chin always up makes me want to see her pride up close.

I don't know if the desire to tame her is due to the hatred I feel for her father. It might be, but I don't think so.

I got information about her other sisters, but they never aroused my interest.

It's just her.

Only the blonde one, who doesn't even look Greek, makes me eager to seduce her.

She finally chooses a thick, blue-covered book. I'd like to know what it is, but I can’t see the name. She takes it and walks over to achaise longuenear the window. To my surprise, all air of sophistication is lost.She sits up, crossing her legs under her like a little girl. Before opening the book, she turns it from side to side, observing every detail. Her gaze is adoring, and even against my will, I feel connected to her.

I'm crazy about books. Books and horses are the only things capable of arousing any emotion in me.

The goddess opens it, rests it on her lap, but I think it's too far away for her to be able to read it. Even so, she seems to follow the lines of what is written with one finger, like children do in elementary school, which intrigues me.

It doesn’t last long. Suddenly, something changes.

Her shoulders slump and she closes it, then tosses it away.

What happened?

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