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The kitchen was open and airy with lots of workspace. I could do some real cooking here. And with the view of the cove and the turquoise water from the window, yeah, I could deal with it. The cookware was amazing too, earthenware pots and cast-iron pans. Lucky bastard.
I raised my middle finger at the gas stove and nearly lost my balance.
I managed to make it down the hall even though my limbs felt like Jell-O. What was in those pills anyway? Maybe he really was planning on keeping me drugged and sequestered in his house. He’d probably chain me naked to the stove and make me cook for him. “Could be worse . . .”
I made my way to the bedroom, giggling as I crossed the threshold. “And this must be where the magic happens.”
The room smelled like freshly laundered sheets and his cologne. Despite my near deliriousness, it turned me on. I stared at the large, neat bed with its cool navy sheets and soft pillows. It would be a bad idea to lay down on it. Really bad since I was seconds away from falling into a painkiller-induced coma.
But I did it anyway.
Chapter 14
The island was a jumble of jagged rocks, dotted with sparse vegetation and surrounded by clear turquoise water. Angelos’s mansion stood atop a cliff, jutting out into the waters of the Aegean. It was sleek and white like his perfect smile. Mia trembled as his Kalamata eyes ran over her and he extended his hand. If she refused to take it, would he fling her over his shoulder again? Throwing her chin back, she held out her hand.
- One Week with the Greek
CALLIE
Iawoke to the sound of a donkey braying. Disoriented, I rolled over only to find myself in a strange room. In a strange bed. “What the . . . ?”
Oh my God, I was in his bed.
Horrified, I shot up and peeked under the blanket to make sure I was still clothed. Weird, I didn’t remember pulling the blankets around me. Then again, I was high as a kite when I fell into the bed.
How long ago was that? I blinked at the light streaming in the window. Good, I hadn’t been out that long then. With any luck Nikos was still busy examining the members of his fan club. At the thought of his beautiful hands all over some other woman, a stab of jealousy hit me right in the gut.
I ignored it. Ha! Jealous? He could touch anyone he wanted to as long as it wasn’t me. I definitely did not want him fondling me.
I grabbed my crutches and hobbled carefully out the door. As I made my way through the living room, I spotted my phone on the coffee table. The screen was cracked but it was miraculously intact. But how had it ended up on Nikos’s table?
“Dimitris found it on the beach,” said the voice that had haunted my dreams.
Yes, I had dreamed about him again—a torrid encounter on his examining room table. How could I not have dreamed of him when I’d been in his bed, embraced by his scent?
He smelled even better now, standing directly behind me, as if he had freshly showered. Blood rushed to my head as I turned to face him. His firm mouth quirked up at the corner and he nodded at my phone.
“Dimitris?” I could barely form the word.
“Yeah, one of the kids you threatened with a knife a few days ago.” His dark eyes crinkled with humor. “Good job, by the way, they’re terrified of you. They keep talking about the Keetsen Weets. Took me a minute to figure it out.”
“They were spying!” I protested. “I wonder who they learned that from?”
Nikos shrugged and walked toward the kitchen. “Want some breakfast before you go?”
“Breakfast?” I repeated dumbfounded. I looked around. The light filtering in the room hit the furniture at a different angle, and a glance outside revealed the sun high in the sky. “I slept all afternoon?”
“And all night,” he added. “In my bed.”
Oh, shit. I was worried he’d catch me napping in his bed when, in reality, I’d camped out in it all night.
“How’d you sleep?” He had the courtesy to look concerned.
“Well, considering the number of elephant tranquilizers you slipped in my water yesterday, like the dead.” I raised my chin, unwilling to admit to having crawled into his bed. “I have no idea how I ended up in your room. Did you put me there?”
“No, I came home, and you’d disappeared. When I went to take a shower, I found you passed out in my bed.” He wandered back toward the kitchen, and I pretended not to notice his ass in his linen pants. The whisper of fabric just skimmed his body. I could almost make out his muscles flexing. He held up a copper pot. “Coffee?”
“Caffeine would counteract the tranquilizers,” I admitted, tearing my eyes away from him. “Where did you sleep?”
