The Marriage Betrayal by Lynne Graham Read Free Book Online

tell Dad …’
    Her heart sinking, Tally lifted her chin. ‘I won’t lie to him, Cosima.’
    Angry resentment blazed in her sibling’s eyes. ‘But you
have
to—’
    ‘I don’t have to do anything,’ Tally responded withgentle regret. ‘And neither do you. I think you should finish out the weekend here with your friends.’
    The younger woman hissed something very rude and stalked away. Wincing, Tally turned back to her companion. ‘Sorry about that, but I’m supposed to be looking after her.’
    ‘I suspect she’s quite a handful,’ Robert remarked with the wry smile of a man able to take a smart-mouthed teenager very much in his stride, pulling out a chair for her to sit down. ‘Anatole Karydas’ kid, isn’t she? Do you work for him?’
    Uncomfortable with that pretence insisted on by Cosima, Tally half turned her head away. ‘Sort of …’
    The passage of her uneasy gaze screamed to a halt on Sander, who was watching her from the other side of the room. One glimpse of his lean, darkly handsome features made her gulp, drove her mind blank. Even at that distance his beautiful dark deep-set eyes could make her shiver with helpless awareness and tug her nipples into stinging tightness below her clothing. She had never felt like that before and the tingling pool of warm dampness gathering low in her body fascinated her as he awakened her sexuality as no other man ever had.
    A waiter approached her with a glass on the tray. ‘Miss Karydas sent it over with her compliments.’
    ‘Oh …’ Tally skimmed a brief glance at the fancy colourful cocktail and looked around for her sibling but couldn’t see her. Was this Cosima’s way of apologising? The glass was set down in front of her.
    ‘If you don’t eat your food will get cold,’ Robert Miller drawled.
    Dragging her attention from Sander Volakis demanded every atom of self-discipline Tallypossessed. She
loved
to look at him and the temptation to stare at the sculpted masculine perfection of his face pulled at her with embarrassing persistence. She sat down, glanced at the food and realised her appetite had vanished. She took an exploratory sip of the drink she had been sent instead. It was very fruity and much more to her taste than alcohol usually was.
    ‘Tally …’ Sander murmured, casting a long dark shadow over the table with his brooding stance. ‘Robert …’
    Glancing up to encounter shimmering golden eyes and sensing the angry dissatisfaction he was struggling to hide in the set quality of his smile and his clenched fingers, Tally began to stand up. It was a visceral reaction to the unspoken emotional demand in his gaze and her immediate awareness that he did not like seeing her in another man’s company.
Sander was jealous.
No man had ever been possessive of Tally before and, although for the first time in her life she was feeling her power as a woman, she discovered that she had not the smallest desire to use it on him.
    Besides, the volatile flash of the hot-blooded temperament he could not hide thrilled and fascinated her. Eleni Ziakis joined them and began to make determined conversation. In the midst of it Sander boldly closed his hand over Tally’s to tug her out from behind the table. Only pausing to throw Robert an apologetic glance, Tally grabbed her colourful drink and made no objection to Sander closing an arm round her to lock her against his lean, powerful body in a demonstration that lit annoyance in Eleni’s dark eyes. Tally ignored the other woman. Retrieved bySander and momentarily mentally engaged in reliving the demanding urgency ofhis mouth on hers the night before, Tally was supremely happy but ever so slightly dizzy.
    ‘Tonight you’re with me,’ Sander informed her darkly as he walked her away.
    ‘And tomorrow?’ Tally dared, snatching a thirst-quenching gulp of her drink.
    Sander paused, looked down at her and lifted a lean brown hand to push a handful of blonde-coloured corkscrew curls behind one small ear in