The Greek's Forgotten Wife (Boarding School #1) by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online Page A

from the unwrapped gifts, the notes were all professionally written in very precise calligraphy, wishing her a happy birthday or indicating they were a Christmas present or some gift that had been sent to imply that he was thinking of her. 
    The boxes weren’t even neatly stacked into the drawer.  The way they were haphazardly laying in the drawer indicated that his little wife had simply tossed them in and slammed the drawer shut. 
    He didn’t pull them out, and he started to get angry about her dismissal of his gifts but then he forced his mind to simply use that detail as another piece of the puzzle that defined his wife, another clue into her character.
    Since there was nothing else of hers in the master bedroom, he moved down to the lower level.  He searched through each of the rooms and was even more startled to discover that she’d set up an office for herself in the back of the house.  In the room farthest away from all the other rooms, where there were windows that would allow the sunshine through, he discovered a desk neatly stacked with papers, news articles, clippings of various companies.  On the wall in front of the desk was a chart and his analytical mind instantly recognized the chart to show progress of income.  Where the hell had his little wife gained an income? 
    Sitting down in her dainty chair that barely held his weight, he flipped on the computer.  Sifting through her files, he discovered that his wife, his naïve, young wife who he’d thought was sitting at the villa waiting eagerly for his arrival, was actually a damn good investor! 
    His fingers flipped through the information, his mind taking it all in and quickly understanding her investment strategy.  He had to be impressed because she’d taken a small amount of money and worked it into a tidy nest egg.  He didn’t recognize the names of the investors, but his agile mind was forming a plan.  One that, if his assumptions were correct, would keep his fiery, sexy wife by his side.               
    Leaning back in her tiny chair, he rubbed a finger against the side of his jaw, considering his next move.  She would be furious, he thought.  But in the end, he knew that he could overcome that anger.  She was such a feisty little tiger.  He chuckled, eager to start the battle.  In the end, he wanted his enthusiastic wife back.  He’d discovered that he had a fever for the little woman that had not been assuaged with only one night.  In fact, just the memories of how Sasha had felt in his arms made his body react. 
    He put everything carefully back in order on her desk and walked out of the room, intent on finding his woman.
    As soon as he stepped out of the house, his guards moved into place.  “Where is my wife?” he asked his head of security. 
    The man looked confused.  “She’s inside, sir,” he replied.
    Damon shook his head.  “No, she said she was going to the church.”
    “Her guards are still in the guardhouse, sir,” and the man spun around, almost running there to inquire as to the whereabouts of their boss’ wife.
    When he emerged again, two other men were following.  “She leaves without us, sir,” they explained.  “But she only goes into the village.  Because she leaves without telling us so often, we make it a point to go through the village each morning to check things out.  And if we haven’t heard from her, we…”
    “You’re fired,” he snapped.  He looked over at his head of security, silently letting him know that he needed to place other bodyguards on his wife.  Then he moved off, ignoring the stunned reactions of the two men he’d just dismissed from his employ.  He received threats almost daily on his life so there was no way he was going to let any guard’s laziness go unpunished.  And his wife was in danger as well.  They should have figured out a way to protect her despite her refusal, or ignorance, of the need to tell her guards where she was going.