Page 37 of Christmas Baby with Her Ultra-Rich Boss

‘Why would you reassure an idiot?’

‘He’s only acting like an idiot because you’re here,’ she replied sweetly.

‘This restaurant is a favourite of celebrities and royalty,’ he said, indicating the A-List Hollywood couple deep in conversation at the table closest to them. ‘He should have control of himself at all times.’

She shrugged. ‘Celebrities and royalty aren’t his boss. You are. And you, Konstantinos Siopis, are terrifying.’

‘You’re exaggerating.’

‘Am I...? Hmmm...?’ Her generous mouth wiggled as she pretended to think before she gave another shrug. ‘Nope. Not exaggerating. You’re terrifying. When you interviewed me for Thom’s job, I was so frightened I nearly put an adult nappy on, just in case.’

He laughed. ‘You hid your fear well.’

Her eyes danced with amusement. ‘Want to know how I did it?’

‘Tell me.’

She leaned closer and dropped her voice. ‘By imagining you naked.’

‘You didn’t?’

Her eyes gleamed. ‘I totally did. And let me tell you, my imagination hadnothingon reality.’

‘What did your imagination get wrong?’

‘I underestimated the muscularity and hairiness of your chest for a start.’

‘And?’ he prompted.

Her ankle rubbed against his calf and the gleam in her eyes deepened. ‘Itotallyunderestimated the size of your—’

‘Are we ready to order?’ A young waiter apparated at their side. Or seemed to apparate. Konstantinos was very tempted to tell him to apparate off.

Gritting his teeth to fight the arousal the beautiful woman now sitting with serene innocence opposite him had deliberately induced, he attempted a smile to prove he was not a terrifying ogre who reduced his staff to blundering messes.

From the widening of the waiter’s eyes, his attempt was futile. Full credit to him, though; he laid their drinks down and took their order with the polite professionalism Konstantinos demanded of all his staff.

Alone again, Lena raised her glass of alcohol-free wine and gave a wide smile. ‘Now, isn’t this fun?’

His blood thick with desire, he soaked in the beauty no army of professionals could improve on. Even now, dressed to the nines and as ravishing as he’d ever seen her, he could only think that Lena looked her best wearing nothing at all.

By the time they made it back to the penthouse, Konstantinos was just about ready to explode. Lena had spent the entire evening torturing him. His idea of making the visit an unofficial appraisal of the restaurant had been forgotten the moment she rubbed her ankle against him. Her torture had been subtle. Anyone watching would have seen nothing but a beautiful woman gazing adoringly into her lover’s eyes. What they wouldn’t have seen was the way her arms pressed suggestively against her breasts, the way her gaze often drifted slowly up and down his chest as if she were mentally undressing him, how she licked her lips suggestively... They definitely wouldn’t have seen the lascivious knowing in her eyes at the effects of her silent seduction. She’d known damned well what she was doing, and when they’d gotten back in his car and he’d pulled her to him, she’d calmly crossed her legs, held his hand firmly on her lap and refused to let it wander any farther.

‘You’re driving me crazy,’ he’d muttered, to which she’d given that serene, innocent smile and said, ‘Am I?’

He’d growled, envisaging the moment the door of his penthouse closed. And now that moment had arrived, but as soon as he tried to pull her into his arms, she skipped out of his reach with a throaty laugh and headed up the stairs.

Shrugging his suit jacket off and dropping it on the stairs, he reached the bedroom ripping his tie off... Only to find the room empty and the bathroom door closed.

Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes and tried to get a handle on the desire zinging so deeply in his veins.

Another deep breath and he undid the top three buttons of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He was just stepping out of his trousers, butt naked, when the bathroom door opened.

Mouth running dry, he straightened. His erection sprang back into a totem pole.

Her dress had been removed. But only her dress.

In a cloud of delicious, seductive perfume, breasts bouncing gently beneath the confines of the sheer black lace bra, hips swaying, she stalked towards him.

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