Page 29 of The Billionaire's Seduction Revenge

Finally though, at Emma’s insistence, he’d put the reports aside for the day, eaten a light dinner and prepared for bed, where Emma had sat with him for a while.

He’d fallen asleep quickly—and no wonder. He’d worked all day, employing a high level of concentration, no doubt. It was too taxing for him at the moment.

Subsequently, it was still early when Emma left his room, and had just been contemplating how to fill her evening when her eyes had snagged on Vasilios’s now very familiar frame, reclining against the wall.

Every nerve ending in her body went into overdrive.

She could hardly think, hardly speak, and her legs suddenly seemed unable to carry her.

She tried to pull herself together as she led him from the corridor, but her organs were at sixes and sevens and she couldn’t contrive for anything to make sense.

In the large lounge area, Emma finally turned to face Vasilios, only he’d kept walking and was very, very close. So close she could see the little flecks in his eyes and remember how they’d warmed with passion as he lay over her, his naked, hard body making her tremble and quiver.

She ground her teeth, trying to focus. “Did you need me for something?”

His pupils flared but thankfully he ignored the obvious double entendre. “Do you have plans tonight?” The question was gruff, and unexpected.

“I—no. I don’t ever have plans at night. Why?”

“Come out with me.”

“Out? With you?”

He smiled, and her veins seemed to explode with lava-like heat. “Si.”

She immediately wanted to agree—which terrified her into shaking her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“That’s the problem,” he murmured, pulling her closer, wrapping an arm around her body and pressing them together. Her insides immediately rejoiced. “You are thinking too much.”

She gasped, overcome by how good it felt to be this close to him, by how well they fit together.

“What do you want?” He demanded, eyes warning her not to lie.

“I told you last night,” she said, clinging to common sense. “It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t change anything.”

“Of course it did,” he responded quietly, pressing a finger to her chin and angling her face to his, eyes meeting and holding hers. “It meant that you’re attracted to me, as I’m attracted to you.” She scanned his face with consternation. “It changes only what we allow it to change. I can’t see there’s any downside to us enjoying each other’s company while I’m staying here.”

Her lips formed a perfect circle. He made it sound so simple. A moment later, his mouth brushed against hers and she trembled, moaned, pressed herself even further forward, needing to feel more of him.

Was he right?

Was it as simple as that? They both wanted each other, fine. That didn’t mean they needed to explore deeper feelings on the issue. Lots of people had meaningless sexual flings. True, it had never been Emma’s style, but her romantic fantasies about everlasting love had led her to marry the first man she’d gone on more than two dates with, the first man she’d slept with, and it had been a categorical disaster.

So why not take what Vasilios was offering?

She imagined the kind of relationship he was proposing and rejoiced, because it sounded so light and fun, and God knew she needed a little of that.

Cautiously, she lifted her hand to his chest, crept her fingers over the buttons of his shirt, as she weighed up her options, knowing which she desperately wanted to win.

“What do you want from me?” She asked, needing clarity before she committed, before she let her hopes get too high that this would indeed be the perfect solution.

“The same thing you want from me,” he said, simply. “More of last night. More of yesterday. I liked having lunch with you,cara.I enjoy your company. I can see why Costa is so taken with you, frankly.” There she detected the faintest hint of his earlier recriminations, of the disapproval that had marked their first meeting, and she hesitated, because she really wanted him to understand that all was innocent and above board there. And then Vasilios smiled, a look of reassurance in his features, so maybe he did understand after all. Maybe she’d imagined the darkness in his tone? “Come, have dinner with me. We can discuss the particulars then.”

Temptation dragged at her. It was so appealing, but wasn’t there danger in that?

She hesitated. “Just dinner?”

His eyes sparked with hers and his smile was knowing. “Let’s start with dinner and see where the night takes us. I will promise you this, though, Emma: if we sleep together again, it will be because you suggest it. The ball is in your court. If you say you don’t want that, that you don’t want me, I’ll respect your decision.”

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