Sway With Me (Inspiring the Greek Billionaire) by Shelly Bell Read Free Book Online Page B

focused and bounced from one topic to the next in the same manner she lived her life. Moving from place to place and never making a permanent connection. Their mother saw nothing wrong with how she lived, and chalked it up to Viola being a free spirit who “needed to ride the magic carpet whenever the Western Winds blew.” Of course their mother didn’t believe in medication unless it was a matter of life and death, arguing pills plugged the chakras and stifled creativity.
    Viola stopped scribbling and chewed on her pen for a moment. Smiling in satisfaction, she dropped her notebook and pen back in her monstrosity of a purse. “Sorry about that. Now tell me why you’re not going to take a ride on the ‘Ryan Express.’”
    She does have a way with words.
    “Because we agreed sex would make it awkward to live together and I’m not in the right place in my life to get into a relationship.”
    The waitress approached their table. “Can I get you anything else this evening?”
    Viola tipped her empty beer bottle back and seemed to consider whether to order another. “Nah, Jenny, we’re good.” The waitress dropped their bill on the table, and as she cleared the dishes, Viola returned her attention to Portia. “Anyway, who’s talking about a relationship? I’m talking about good ol’ fashioned sex. Can’t you remember what that is, or has it been so long you’ve forgotten?”
    Portia looked away and covered her chest with her jacket. If it was possible to die from mortification, she would have perished on the spot. Why did her sister have to say whatever sprung to her mind? It was like she didn’t have a filter. “It hasn’t been that long,” she mumbled.
    Jenny shot Portia a sympathetic smile before departing with her hands full of dirty dishes. She wasn’t sure if the waitress sympathized because Viola had embarrassed the heck out of her in front of a complete stranger, or because Portia hadn’t gotten laid in recent memory.
    “You can’t hide the blush from me,” Viola teased. “I know you’re lying, but if you need to maintain you can live three months with a man you’re attracted to, not have sex, and manage not to implode from severe sexual frustration then fine, I’ll let it go. At least now I know what to get you for your birthday next week.”
    She was afraid to ask. “What?”
    Her sister smiled wickedly. “Batteries.”
    “Viola!” she hissed.
    A man stepped out from the booth behind her sister. “And what inappropriate comment did our favorite pink-haired siren say now?”
    Wow. Just wow. On a scale of one to ten on her drool-o’meter, with ten being the hottest, this guy rated an eleven. Built like a linebacker and dressed like a politician, he oozed testosterone from every pore. He grinned at her sister, his teeth so white and straight, it wouldn’t surprise her if they were capped. He ran his fingers through his light brown hair, his mischievous green eyes twinkling.
    A frown instantly replaced her sister’s smile. She didn’t even turn around to acknowledge him. “Go away, Braden.”
    He ignored Viola’s order and came closer to stand directly in front of their table. He slid her sister a cursory glance and offered his hand to Portia. “Braden Angelopoulos, owner and operator of this fine establishment. Welcome to the Acropolis—” Viola rolled her eyes, crossed her arms over her chest, and mouthed the words as Braden spoke them, “—where all your dreams come true.” Without looking at Viola, he asked, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend, Lola?”
    “No,” she grumbled, her jaw rigid.
    Portia gladly accepted Braden’s hand. Anyone who could get her sister to shut her mouth for more than thirty seconds was a miracle worker and therefore, a valuable asset to have on her side. “I’m Lola’s sister, Portia. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Portia and her mother were the only people who called her ‘Viola.’ She released his hand and glanced at