Chapter 3

ONE MOMENT, MAIRI WASstaring white-faced at their guides as they let her and Damen loose, the strong winds speeding up their ascent, her feet barely touching the floor of the speedboat. It felt like a giant invisible hand was pulling the parachute strapped to their backs. The next moment, they were flying—-

“Aaaaaaah!”

Her Greek billionaire, gorgeous, sexyjerkthat he was, simply laughed in the face of her fear.

Ignoring Damen, Mairi slowly opened her eyes, looking down to see how high off the ground they were.

Too high.

She closed her eyes again. What she had gotten herself into? And why, oh why had she been silly enough to think she could do parasailing—-

“Matakia mou,” a sweetly dark voice murmured. “Open your eyes.”

Ah, yes, now she remembered.

It was because Damen Leventis had wanted to do this with her, and Mairi could not resist anything he asked.

One strong hand cupped her cheek, stroking the soft skin gently. “Come on, Mairi.”

Strong winds continued to whip them from behind, making her feel like they were going to be blown away anytime. Her feet dangled in the air, and after what she had seen, Mairi did not like to think about howmuchair there was between them and the ocean.

And yet—-

That voice.

It was the most beautiful sound on earth.

She opened her eyes and stared straight into his. “I. Hate. You.”

Damen laughed again.

Ah, dear Lord, would she never tire of hearing that sound?

Damen Leventis was not the man who laughed easily or often. But that he did so with her – even if it was usually Damen laughingather – never failed to make...

His eyes moved down briefly before returning to her face. “Your toes are curling,” he remarked, a sly smile that was also irritatingly sexy forming on his thin beautiful lips.

“It’s because I hate you.”

His knuckles brushed her cheek once more in response. “Do you really?”