The Billionaire's Blackmailed Heiress by Marie Kelly Read Free Book Online Page B

herself.
    “It…it is far too much Mr Dupris” she had stuttered.
    His small chuckle had sent her eyes flying to his, seeing the humour on his face.
    “Wow that is the first time I have heard a woman complain about getting too much money for clothes”, Mina giving a nervous shaky smile in response as he had held out another sheet of paper.
    Taking the sheet, her eyes had quickly scanned the list of different outfits he had written on it. Suits and cocktail dresses two of the items she did not possess in her own wardrobe at home never mind on holiday, Mina frowning softly so unsure where to get such items. She had been aware as he had moved closer to her, once more feeling the inexplicable tremor of awareness passing through her as she had looked up.
    Nikos had watched the young woman before him. Taking in the myriad of emotions which had passed through her large innocent eyes, this thought making him frown slightly. Nothing connected with Alexander Mentis was innocent, certainly not his daughter. His eyes had once more scanned her features, feeling his body’s tightening awareness for Mina, the sudden urge to touch her so strong as he had moved forward, fighting the desire to run his hand down her wonderful body, his voice hoarse.
    “One more thing Mina please call me Nikos. Everybody in this household does and it will seem strange if you keep calling me Mr Dupris”
    She had continued looking up at him, her mouth suddenly so dry, seeing the way he was watching her, their eyes locked as the air had become tense, full of charged sensual signals. For several seconds both had been so silent, held in the grip of this strange emotional exchange, before shaking himself and stepping back, Nikos had turned from her, his voice once more so businesslike, as he had moved from the room.
    “If there is anything else you need Mina, then Theresa, Yanis or I will be only too happy to help”.
    Mina had sunk into the closest chair, her nerves in tatters, had he been about to kiss her? And more importantly, had she wanted him to?
    With a soft groan she had chastised herself. Nikos Dupris was the enemy - he was using her to get his own way. Why would she even consider allowing that man to touch her, the thought of his sensual seductive dark eyes once more sending a shiver through her, a soft sigh escaping her lips
    “Grow up Mina, focus on why you are here” she had muttered, before standing and moving back to her room.
    She had not seen Nikos for the rest of the day, he having once more returned to work. True to his word an hour after their talk her rental car had arrived, Mina gasping excitedly on discovering it to be a sports car. Yanis had laughed as she had run around the vehicle admiring everything about it.
    “You are such a child” he had chuckled as she had draped herself theatrically over the bonnet, pretending to be a model.
    It had amazed her how quickly she had become comfortable with the other three people in the house. Theresa had confirmed that they knew of her situation, when Mina had asked as she had made herself and Theresa a cup of tea, the older woman seeming relieved not to have to pretend ignorance any longer. Patting her arm kindly, she had showed only concern for her mother’s health, Mina touched by this.
    After having all of the controls of the expensive car shown to her by Yanis, who seemed unwilling to allow her to leave until she had proven that she could handle the vehicle she had then driven the small distance to the villa her mother now resided. Her elation at the car had soon disappeared as she had seen the way her mother had looked so tired.
    “Are you OK?” she had asked moving over to hug her, seeing as she had smiled so serenely back at her.
    “I am fine” had been her response, although Mina could see as she had winced slightly as pain had shot through her, fear once more filling her daughter, the younger woman watching with wary and frightened eyes.
    Mina had tossed in her bed, sleep not