The Greek Boss's Demand by Trish Morey Read Free Book Online

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    He didn’t have to do that. Look at her as if he was assessing just how much the intervening years had changed her, mentally comparing his memories of her then with the reality of her now.
    â€˜Just looking at you, I never thought for one moment that you were. But, in any event, I look forward to the challenge.’ His eyes glittered, as if he’d won amajor battle rather than just readied himself for the skirmish to come.
    No doubt he thought it was only a matter of time before she fell into his bed. His arrogance alone was enough to ensure she wouldn’t give in to his expectations.
    â€˜There’s no challenge, Nick. It’s a statement of fact. I’m not sleeping with you.’
    Without waiting for his response, she willed herself to push past him and exit—only to almost crash into Sofia, laden with shopping bags, returning from her shopping expedition.
    â€˜Wait till you see what I’ve bought,’ Sofia said, her smile wide and her cheeks flushed.
    Normally Alex wouldn’t have had the time or the inclination to be interested, but today was different. Today she could do with the diversion—and a reason for Nick not to follow her.
    She smiled with a warmth she didn’t feel as she ushered the girl into her office. ‘Show me,’ she invited, closing the door firmly after them.
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    â€˜You have to tell him.’ Tilly positioned the three sets of knives and forks around the small dining room table as she spoke, and only then looked up at her sister, as if impatient for a response. ‘You will tell him?’
    Alex tried to ignore her sister’s glare and busied herself with the plates and salad. She’d made it through a whole week of putting up with Nick’s constant presence in the office. A whole week of Nick’s needling barbs. A whole week of Nick’s dark eyes following her every movement.
    One whole week! She wanted to congratulate herself. If she could make it through one week then maybe she could make it through two, or four, or however many weeks it took till he finally went home to Greece.
    Couldn’t Tilly see that? She was beginning to regret telling her sister anything. Only she’d been bursting to confide in someone. It was simply too much information to keep to herself. She opened the fridge, extracted the salad dressing from the door, and popped it down on the table.
    â€˜Alex!’ repeated Tilly, sounding more agitated by the minute. ‘You are going to tell him. He has a right to know. They both have a right to know.’
    â€˜Okay, I hear you.’ She stole a glance out of the window. ‘Is Jason still outside? He needs to wash up.’
    â€˜So you’ll tell him, then? And Jason?’
    Alex sighed and licked a trace of avocado from her fingers. ‘You know, Tilly, Nick’s going back to Greece. It could be in two months; it could be in two weeks. Is it really fair to tell either of them when Nick could just turn around and walk out of Jason’s life?’
    â€˜You don’t know that. He could decide to stay—and who knows? Maybe he’ll even take you both back to Greece with him. I remember he was crazy about you when we were in Crete. You seemed to have the hots for him pretty bad too.’
    Alex laughed—a low, brittle laugh. Take them both back to Greece? It didn’t sound like the action of a man who had offered her casual sex for the duration of his visit. It didn’t sound as if she figured in any long-term plans, with or without a child. ‘I don’t think so. Nick’s changed. He seems—bitter—somehow.’ She tried to remember the words he’d used—something about there being little pleasure in the world.
    Nick had a hard edge that hadn’t been there all those years ago. A hard edge no doubt caused by watching his family disappear around him—first his brother, then his mother and father. Aristos’s death must have