A Perfect Love: International Billionaires VI: The Greeks by Caro LaFever Read Free Book Online Page A

His spine was stiff with tension. Still, she couldn’t help but notice how broad it was, how the bulge of his shoulders filled the silk of his jacket and how those long legs of his were lined with muscles.
    He strode to the last doorway. “This is our room.”
    She stumbled to a stop, immediate outrage coursing through her veins. “We’re not staying in the same room as you.”
    “No?” The edge of his mouth curled in sudden, surprising amusement.
    Ignoring her sputter, he slid the silver card into the slot and the cream and gold door opened. Tamsin gasped. The boys crowded around her.
    “Brilliant,” Isaák whooped.
    Aarōn humphed, yet she knew him well enough to know he was just as impressed.
    This was not a hotel room. This was not a couple of beds with a dresser lining one wall. The lobby had been grand so she’d figured the rooms would be a bit on the nicer side, but she hadn’t come close to imagining this.
    The big room sported ceiling-to-floor windows looking out on a terrace filled with pots of flowers and shrubs. An ultra-modern couch covered in red-tinted leather was surrounded by several plush chairs of velveteen blue. A flat-screened TV hung right next to a series of black and white charcoal drawings which looked suspiciously like originals.
    “There are three bedrooms in this particular suite.” His amusement weaved through each word. “I hope the boys won’t mind sharing a room.”
    “Oh, man.” Isaák could not contain himself any longer. With another whoop, he hopped into the suite and across to the huge TV. “I wonder how many movies we can get.”
    Aarōn slouched on the doorframe. “I haven’t shared a room with the idiot since we were seven.”
    “Well,” the man beside her drawled. “I guess your sister and I could share a room.”
    She sucked in a deep breath. Memories washed over her in a tidal wave of regret and longing. Being held by this man, once a boy. Virginal dreams of what it would be like to be together. Soft, sucking kisses shared with him; the first and last kisses she’d ever experienced.
    “Not a chance.” Aarōn’s harsh voice cut through her thoughts.
    Rafe gave him a wry smile. “Then you’ll have to share—”
    “I have a better idea.” The boy didn’t back down. “Why don’t you get your own room?”
    “I’m afraid that’s not on offer.” The black eyes heated with a sudden flash of anger. “While I give you credit for your protective instincts towards your sister, I can assure you they aren’t needed.”
    That was pretty clear, wasn’t it? Raphael Vounó didn’t want her at all. Not that she wanted him, either.
    “We don’t want you here.” Aarōn’s dark gaze was sharp with distrust.
    The man beside her stiffened. Again, Tam felt him. Felt the hurt this rejection brought him. Even though he was the enemy, even though he threatened everything she held dear, she couldn’t help her protest, her protection. “Aarōn—”
    “Tough.” Rafe cut past her attempted intervention. “I’m here to stay.”
    “I don’t—”
    “I’m in your life and your brother’s forever.”
    Aarōn’s mouth, so like his uncle’s, twisted. “Tamsin’s the only one in our life we need.”
    Her heart swelled, although exhaustion ate at her composure. Whatever happened going forward, the tie between the boys and her could not be denied.
    Not by Raphael Vounó. Not by his family. Not by any court.
    “Hey!” Isaák bopped into the conversation, cutting through the tense air with his thrilled excitement. “Come on, A. Help me figure out how to turn on the TV.”
    “You’re such an idiot.” His twin turned to throw him a scowl of disgust. “Can’t you see—”
    “Go on, Aarōn.” She appreciated the boy’s defense, but he was still only a kid. He doggedly stood by her side, yet she could tell by the tightness around his eyes he was tired. Plus, she saw the one yearning peek he’d given to the TV. “Go help Isaák while I unpack our