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“About Harry Styles?” Nikos scoffed. “I was just leaving anyway.”
He placed the glass behind me, grazing against my arm, and with a last hungry look turned and left.
“Thank goodness he’s gone. Come on, let’s dance.”
Chapter 22
Mia stood in front of her mirror and studied Angelos’s latest gift. A silk kimono that clung to her naked body, cascading like water in tempting waves over her voluptuous curves. She ran a hand over her stomach, her hips, and she heard a groan behind her. He was sprawled against the doorway, wearing only silk pajama pants that fell under the tight, ribbed muscles of his six-pack. His eyes met hers in the mirror as he prowled toward her on bare feet.
“It’s time to stop pretending you don’t want this,asteri mou,” he rasped against her ear.
And she did. She wanted to feel him, wanted him to touch her this time. As shameless as that was.
“Touch me, Angelos,” she begged, her breath catching as he tugged her robe loose.
- One Week with the Greek
CALLIE
Four hours later I crashed face-first on my couch. My feet ached (I’d put on heels for the first time since my fall), my cheeks were sore from smiling, and my ears buzzed from the music. Man, Greeks sure liked to party. I should have skipped my useless presentation entirely and just gone straight to the dancing.
All in all, the evening had been a success, and I’d enjoyedmyself more than I’d thought possible, even if I did spend most of the evening searching the crowd for Nikos. I was sure he’d come back if only to glower at me from the corner and was disappointed when he didn’t.
Now, I was longing for a bath and the comfort of a familiar book. After pouring my favorite bath oils into the hot water, I lit a few candles, and put on some soft music, determined to have a thoroughly luxurious soak. But, sure enough, I had no sooner closed my eyes than visions of Nikos’s head between my legs filled my mind.
“Not again,” I groaned. I’d done nothing but fantasize about him for the past few nights. Only natural, I suppose, after those boneshaking orgasms he’d given me. Still, it was infuriating.
Ten frustrating minutes later, I slipped out of the water and slathered on my most expensive lotion—again, thinking of his hands on me—then wrapped myself in my silk kimono. I was now thoroughly turned on and there was only one solution for that. Palming the vibrator in my drawer, I went to find something smutty to read. But as I ran my fingers over the spine of the books, I realized one was missing. And not just any book.
One Week with the Greekwas gone. And I knew who had taken it.
Heedless of my partially unclothed state, I marched across the square to pound on his door. It was well after midnight, and if he was already asleep, he was about to wake the fuck up.
The dog’s frantic barking was followed by a series of curses from his owner and then the door was wrenched open. I stood there speechless as I took him in. He was naked to the waist, loose pants hanging off his slim hips. He was a block of hard, sculpted muscle, pecs lightly covered in dark hair, skin golden in the dim light.
He leaned against the doorframe, the hound of the Baskervilles at his heels.
“Where is it?” I demanded. He drew his eyebrows together and had the nerve to look confused. I jabbed my finger at him. “The book. Don’t play dumb, though you’re so good at it.”
“Ah.” He smiled. “I wondered if you’d miss it.” He pushed the door open and the dog darted out, nearly knocking me over.
“Out for a midnight stroll?” He eyed me hotly, his gaze lingering at my nipples poking against through the fabric of my kimono. “And I see you’ve brought your ‘friend.’”
I followed his gaze to the pink, crystal-studded vibrator in my hand, the one I’d been wielding like a dagger in his face.
“I thought I told you not to comment on what I wear,” I warned. “Or on my choice of accessories.”
“You’re making it hard for me.” He approached as smoothly as a cat on his bare feet, and I took a step back.
“I see that.” I said, glancing down at the tenting of his pants and raised an eyebrow. “So? Where is it?”
“The book? That’s what you came here to do? Read?” The muscle in his jaw ticked and that cocky smile teased his lips again. He came closer, but instead of dragging me into his arms like I secretly hoped he would, he brushed past me and continued down the hall to his bedroom.
Like a fool, I followed him.
The nights were still cool and a small fire was banked in the chimney. Warmth spread over me as my gaze slid to his unmade bed and I remembered how I’d rolled around in it, breathing in his scent.
He walked over to his side table where the book was open to the middle, face down.
