The Demetrios Virgin by Penny Jordan Read Free Book Online Page B

awe-inspiring experiences that she had previously thought could never be hers.
    Giddily she could hear Andreas telling her huskily, ‘First, my darling, we must find something pretty to adorn this bare finger of yours. My grandfather would not approve if I took you home without a ring that states very clearly my intentions.’
    Saskia could hear quite plainly the PA’s sudden shocked indrawn breath, but once again the other woman could not be any more shocked than she was herself. Andreas had claimed that she was a good actress, but he was no slouch in that department himself. The look that he was giving her right now alone, never mind the things he had said…
    After his PA had scuttled out of his office, closing the door behind her, she told him shakily, ‘You do realise, don’t you, that by lunchtime it will be all over the office?’
    â€˜All over the office?’ he repeated, giving her a desirous look. ‘My dear, I shall be very surprised and even more disappointed if our news has not travelled a good deal further than that.’
    When she gave him an uncomprehending look he explained briefly, ‘By lunchtime I fully expect it to have travelled at least as far as Athens…’
    â€˜To your grandfather,’ Saskia guessed.
    â€˜Amongst others,’ Andreas agreed coolly, without enlightening her as to who such ‘others’ might be.
    Unexpectedly there were suddenly dozens of questions she wanted to ask him: about his family, as well as his grandfather, and the island he intended to take her to, and about the woman his grandfather wanted him to marry. She had a vague idea that Greeks were very interested in protecting family interests and according to Emma his cousin was ‘mega wealthy’, as was Andreas himself.
    Somehow, without knowing quite how it had happened, she discovered that Andreas had released her hand and that she was walking through the door he had opened for her.
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    â€˜Ready, Saskia?’
    Saskia felt the embarrassed colour start to seep up under her skin as Andreas approached her desk. Her colleagues were studiously avoiding looking openly at them but Saskia knew perfectly well that they were the cynosure of their attention. How could they not be?
    â€˜Gordon, I’m afraid that Saskia is going to be late back from lunch,’ Andreas was announcing to her bemused boss as he came out from his office.
    â€˜Have you told him our news yet, darling,’ Andreas asked her lovingly.
    â€˜Er…no…’ Saskia couldn’t bring herself to look directly at him.
    â€˜Saskia,’ she could hear her boss saying weakly as he looked on disbelievingly, ‘I don’t understand…’
    He would understand even less if she tried to explain to him what was really happening, Saskia acknowledged bleakly. It seemed to her that it was a very unfair thing to do to deceive the man who had been so kind to her but what alternative did she really have.
    â€˜You mustn’t blame Saskia,’ Andreas was saying protectively. ‘I’m afraid I’m the one who’s at fault. I insisted that our relationship should be kept a secret until the outcome of our takeover bid became public.I didn’t want Saskia to be accused of having conflicting loyalties—and I must tell you, Gordon, that she insisted that any kind of discussion about the takeover was off-limits between us…Mind you, talking about work was not exactly my number one priority when we were together,’ Andreas admitted, with a sensual look at Saskia that made her face burn even more hotly and caused more than one audible and envious gasp from her female co-workers.
    â€˜Why did you have to do that?’ Saskia demanded fretfully the moment they were alone and out of earshot.
    â€˜Do what?’ Andreas responded unhelpfully.
    â€˜You know perfectly well what I mean,’ Saskia protested. ‘Why couldn’t we just have met