Page 27 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Damen told her he had rented it for the week, and in the same sentence he had also told her that he expected her to sleep there – in his bed – every night for the rest of his stay in Oneroi.

Growl.

She winced.

Damen said gently, “Mairi—-”

She forced herself to look at Damen, pasting a bright smile on her face. “I didn’t hear anything.” She peered up at the waiter, whom Damen had solemnly vowed to her knew how to keep his mouth shut. “Didyouhear anything?”

The waiter, a man who looked to be in his late teens, tugged at his bowtie uneasily. “Err...”

Mairi looked at Damen with a triumphant smile. “See? He didn’t hear anything either.”

He shook his head. “Enough, darling. Youwilleat and you shall eat now. If you do not want to order for yourself then I shall order for you.” He spoke to the waiter, giving the orders in a decisive tone.

When the waiter left them on their own, her shoulders slumped. “Sorry.”

“There’s nothing wrong about taking pleasure in food.”

“It is when I’m eating more than you are,” she told him seriously.

He barked out in laughter.

“Aren’t you going to join me? Please?”

“After.”

She frowned. “After what?”

“After I make love to you. I am usually ravenous after I have sex.”

At his unexpected words, Mairi nearly dropped the glass of water she had lifted to her lips. “Oh.”

The waiter came back half an hour later, and he looked a lot more relaxed when Mairi didn’t make any further attempt to get him to choose between her and the famous and powerful Greek billionaire seated on the other side of the table.

Mairi’s mouth started to water as the waiter set dish after dish of the most delicious creations in front of her. Oh, oh dear. It was food porn at its worst and she was in danger of salivating.

“Would it make it easier for you if I leave you to your meal and do a little work?”

She totally had no pride left by the time the waiter lifted the silver tray with a flourish and revealed a huge slab of steak, its wonderful scent making her swallow several times. Looking up at Damen, she said baldly, “It would be a huge help.”

Damen was still smiling when he reached the study where he had temporarily set up office. He made the necessary phone calls, delegating as was necessary and enforcing his command in situations where only his ruthlessness could save the day.

“Your mother called again, Mr. Leventis,” Bart, his secretary, said awkwardly when Damen asked if he had anything else to say.

Damen bit back a curse. “What does she want?”

“I believe she wants to set a date for the meeting between your family and the Kokinos.”

“All right,” he said finally. “Set a date anytime next week. We might as well get this over with. Anything else?”

“Not anymore, sir.”

“Good. I am taking as much time off as possible this week, so do your best to keep everything under your control. Let everyone know that I willnotbe pleased if I were disturbed.”

Bart gulped. “Yes, sir.”

After the call, Damen checked the time, decided forty-five minutes was more than enough for Mairi to enjoy her meal, and made his way back to the dining room.

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