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smiled at her, one eyebrow lifted in query.
    Olivia inhaled sharply and raised her hand to slap his face but he caught it, laughing, the sudden crinklingof his eyes and the warmth of his expression making her knees liquefy.
    â€˜How dare you?’ she whispered.
    â€˜Sorry. Your language sometimes has too many meanings. I meant a quickie divorce,’ he said, amused.
    Sceptically she narrowed her eyes. Dimitri knew exactly what he’d said. His English was impeccable. If she’d gone all coy on him, he would have grabbed her and rushed her down to his cabin without a second thought. Though what the pneumatic blonde would think of that, she wouldn’t know. It shocked her that Dimitri could juggle two women, only a few feet from each other, without turning a hair!
    â€˜Do it, then,’ she said coldly, snatching her hand free.
    â€˜And you’ll agree to what I want?’
    â€˜Not to anything illegal or immoral!’ she declared.
    â€˜Absolutely not,’ he said, sounding prim and shocked. She stared at him witheringly and he grinned again. ‘Well?’
    â€˜Depends. I can think of several things I won’t do for you.’ Her wary eyes searched his and met a wall of blandness.
    â€˜Don’t worry. It’s something well within your capabilities,’ he said, not calming her suspicions at all. ‘I’ll explain to you over lunch.’ He motioned her to the cabin but she stayed put.
    â€˜Is this a pretext to get me into your cabin and your bed?’ she asked, trying to keep a rein on her runaway desires.
    â€˜Is that a round-about way of asking?’ he enquired silkily.
    A flush spread from her neck to the roots of her hair. ‘It certainly isn’t!’
    â€˜Uh-huh.’ He didn’t sound too convinced.
    â€˜I loathe you, Dimitri. Do you honestly think I’d want to slip between the sheets with you?’ she derided.
    His shoulders lifted in a typically Greek shrug. ‘It doesn’t have to be sheets. I have a very wide desk… Still,’ he hurried on, seeing her furious expression, ‘it looks as if I must settle for lunch and a discussion, then. Hungry?’ he asked.
    She blinked. It was hours and hours since she’d eaten, her nerves preventing her from touching breakfast—or even her meal the night before. There was no point in starving. And Dimitri always ate well. He had the most wonderful chef who prepared sumptuous meals for when he was on the boat. Her mouth watered.
    â€˜I could eat a horse,’ she admitted.
    â€˜I think we can come up with something a little less controversial than tucking into one of our equine friends.’
    Olivia almost smiled at his dry comment, but stopped herself in time when she remembered that the blonde was hanging around somewhere and they might not be alone. There was safety in numbers, but she wasn’t too keen on watching Dimitri play footsie under the table with one of his gooey-eyed groupies.
    He picked up her shoes and politely handed them to her, then led the way to the cabin.
    Olivia felt suddenly nervous. ‘Will your blonde… friend be joining us?’
    Dimitri pulled a face. ‘Not if I can help it.’ He put out his hand to help her down the steps but she ignored it.
    â€˜Not into threesomes, then?’ she said sarkily.
    â€˜No. Are you?’ he enquired.
    Her glare answered him. ‘I don’t particularly wantto meet one of your…popsies,’ she began, her mouth twitching when Dimitri roared with laughter at her choice of words. ‘But it seems rude to eat separately—’
    â€˜Believe me,’ he said as they moved into the panelled dining room, ‘I want to stay separated from…the popsie. She’s the reason I need your help. One of the crew is discreetly putting her ashore now we’re in the dining room.’
    Callous brute, she thought, feeling a little—only a little—sorry for the